Page 69 of Forged in Blood

“Malachi, I need you,” she groans.

“I know, baby. I’m going to give us what we both need.” I shove her panties aside and nudge the crown of my dick at her slick entrance. My fangs protract, throbbing to pierce her sweet flesh. The scent of her wet pussy is almost as strong and alluring as the smell of the blood shuttling through her veins. My cock aches to be inside her, my veins burning with the need to make her mine and feel that same euphoria that my brothers feel each time they take her. I want to be tied to her forever. Want her to be mine.

“Ophelia!” I grunt as I ease inside her tight heat.

She claws at my neck, and I bottom out. Her head tips back and her mouth opens on a silent scream as she accepts every inch of me. I dust my teeth over her neck, and the animal inside me taunts me to bite her and drink her dry. I feel like I could tear out her throat with the need coursing through me, except that I already know that I won’t. I couldn’t even if I wanted to.

“M-Malachi,” she moans again, her snug cunt squeezing me tighter as I drive into her over and over again, nailing her to the bookshelves with each thrust of my hips.

“I can’t get deep enough, Ophelia,” I growl, my lips still on her neck. “I want to fucking climb inside you and stay there forever.”

“Then do it,” she gasps.

My blood is racing around my body so fast that my head is spinning. A desperate whimper falls from her lips, and that’s my undoing. I sink my fangs into her soft flesh, and my mouth is flooded with her. Her power. Her soul. Her very being. Her blood is coppery and sweet and fucking addictive. It ignites inside me like my veins are made of gasoline and she is the spark.

But it sates the animal inside me, and I slow my pace, enjoying the slow burn of torture when I pull my cock out of her before sinking back in. I slice open a cut on my tongue and let my blood flow into her vein while I feed, soothing the burning pain between her thighs so I can go on fucking her.

“Oh!” She pulls on the collar of my T-shirt, wrapping her legs tighter around me. “Malachi, I can’t stop… I’m going to…”

I place my hand over her mouth and muffle her cries, continuing to suckle at her neck and grind into her, chasing the euphoria of my release that’s only a breath away. And when it comes, it almost knocks me off my feet, crashing over me with the force of a tsunami.

My legs are shaking when I pull out of her, and I flick my tongue over the puncture wounds until they heal over. Lowering her legs to the ground, I press my forehead against hers.

“I can’t believe we just did that in the library,” she says, giggling. Her cheeks are bright pink as she looks around.

“I told you I wasn’t going to be able to wait.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “I would have fucked you this morning, only I knew how sore you’d be.”

She fists her hands in my T-shirt. “Thank you for waiting.”

“I would wait ten thousand lifetimes for you, sweet girl.”

Malachi. Where the fuck are you two?Axl asks.

I roll my eyes and tell him to go fuck himself. “We should get back to the house, baby.”

She rolls her shoulders. “Maybe I should go back to my dorm tonight?”

I know she’s not in any pain because I don’t feel it, and the blood I gave her will have her feeling like she’s invincible for at least the next twelve to twenty-four hours. So it’s not like she needs to take a break, although we would give her one if she did. I shake my head. “Not happening, baby. You live with us now.”

She throws her head back and laughs. “I do not. Don’t be ridiculous.”

I wrap my arms around her waist. “Yes, you do. And if you’re worried about needing a little downtime, I’m going to run you a nice warm bath when we get home. After you’re squeaky clean, we’ll order some takeout and watch scary movies. How does that sound?”

She smiles. “Great, except for the scary movies. I prefer superheroes.”

After fixing our clothes and grabbing her backpack, I thread my fingers through hers and kiss her knuckles. “Fine, you choose the movie.”

On our way to the house, I steal glances at her every ten seconds. She looks exactly the same, but she’s different. I’m different. I just willingly tied myself to her for eternity. And while I understand the professor’s concerns about her not being immortal, we can prolong her life as long as she has our blood. And I know as sure as I’ve ever known anything that I would die a thousand deaths before I let anyone hurt her. She’s mine for the rest of my life, and that’s all that matters.

She flashes me a sweet smile, and my chest aches with the promise of the life we’ll have together. She came here to me—to us—for a reason. Ophelia Hart is my reason for being.

Chapter

Forty-One

OPHELIA

Ispin around, sure I heard Axl’s voice, but the bathroom is empty.

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