Page 64 of Forged in Blood

“Xavier.” She breathes out my name and threads her fingers through my hair, her eyelids fluttering while she rides the remnants of the high I gave her.

“You’re mine now too, Cupcake.” I press a kiss at the base of her throat, then unzip my jeans and free my hard length, nudging my crown at her slick entrance. A vampire’s bite is the best kind of foreplay, and this girl here is already dripping for me. “That means every part of you.”

She arches her back, taking the tip of me inside her tight pussy. “Yes.”

I can feel Axl’s rage simmering, but he doesn’t stop me, and I suspect he knows that he couldn’t. Not only because I’d kill him—or die trying—but also because she wants this as much as I do, and he’s incapable of denying her anything she wants. So I give her exactly what she deserves and sink my cock deep into her wet heat until her back bows and she cries out my name.

I pull out and drive back inside. “You feel so fucking good squeezing me like that, Cupcake.”

She whines like a needy little slut when I pull out of her again. “Damn, you love my cock, Ophelia. Did Axl not fuck you properly earlier?”

She gasps, and Axl grabs me by the hair, yanking my head back. “Don’t fucking push it,” he warns, but I ignore him, wrenching away and focusing on Ophelia’s face. Her cheeks are flushed the prettiest shade of pink and her eyes shimmer with tears, and for some reason I get an unfamiliar ache in my chest. Fuck me. I feel her fucking shame like it’s my own.

“I didn’t mean to embarrass you, Cupcake.” I press a kiss on her forehead and gather her in my arms. “I love the way you whimper when I pull out of you. It makes it all the sweeter”—I slide out of her again—“when I do this.” I sink balls-deep inside her, and my head fucking spins.

“Oh god,” she moans, her lips pressed to my neck.

“You must know he doesn’t exist,” I tell her with a wicked chuckle. “But I’ll be your god if you insist on calling out for him.”

I roll my hips and hit her G-spot. Her walls ripple around me, and she groans out my name instead.

I trail kisses over her throat, and my fangs ache to bite her again, but I hold back and listen to the sounds we make. “You’re so fucking wet for me, Ophelia. You hear how much your pussy wants me?”

“Yeah,” she whimpers.

Axl lies on the bed beside us, watching me pull out of her again and smiling at the frustrated groan she lets out when I don’t immediately push back inside. Instead, I flip her onto her stomach and spread her legs wide with my knees before I take her again. I pull back her hair and press her body into the mattress, resting my lips at her ear while I rut into her and draw out a series of needy whimpers and moans.

“Oh, you’re so fucking tight like this, Cupcake. I’m gonna fuck you every way and everywhere I can. You’re gonna be full of my cock every fucking day.”

Her body trembles at my words, and I glance at Axl. His earlier rage at me has already dissipated. It’s clear to us both that her being with me doesn’t weaken his bond with her. In fact, it’s only gotten stronger. I feel his connection with her, and I feel him more than I ever have before.

I grin at him. “You want to make her come with me?”

He turns onto his side and slides his hand between her and the mattress. He must start playing with her clit because she gasps before sinking her teeth into the pillow, her walls fluttering around me. I swirl my tongue over the shell of her ear. “That’s my filthy little slut. Wait until we fuck you together, Cupcake.”

There’s no shame from her this time. She lifts her head and cries out, sinking her teeth into her juicy bottom lip. I’m desperate to do the same. I close my eyes and grunt with the effort of not giving in to that particular desire.

“You won’t hurt her if you bite her,” Axl assures me. “You can’t.”

I swallow. I can’t explain why or how, but I know that to be true. As sure as I know my heart is beating, I know that I am incapable of harming her.

“And feeding on her while you come…” He finishes his sentence with a guttural moan.

Growling, I thrust deeper inside her. “Can I bite you again, Cupcake?”

“Please,” she whines.

I lift her head and lick the pulse fluttering in her throat. Her pussy spasms around me, and I can smell how close she is to the edge. The monster inside me demands to take over and fuck her into oblivion, but I can’t let him. Not yet. One day, after I’ve taught her how to take my cock in all her holes like a good slut, I’ll let him loose. But not today.

My cock aches with the need for release, mirroring the throbbing in my fangs as they graze her soft skin. Her flesh yields to their sharpness with a satisfying pop before her delicious, soul-soothing blood coats my tongue. She cries out, her muscles squeezing my shaft tighter as her orgasm takes hold, and the pleasure running through her veins makes her taste all the sweeter.

My balls are heavy with the need to come, and I drive deeper and harder into her tight, wet center, suckling her neck until I’m completely engulfed by her. Blinding light steals my vision. Fire and ecstasy burn through me, lighting up every cell in my body. I swear the very earth beneath us trembles. And I lose myself in her, giving her every single fucking thing that I am.

I may have walked into this room intending to claim her, but I ended up handing myself over at the same time. Every atom that makes up my existence belongs wholly and irrevocably to Ophelia Hart.

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Thirty-Nine

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