Page 80 of Forged in Blood

Watching Ophelia’s face light up with excitement and surprise when the server brings her ice cream sundae has me feeling all kinds of things I’m not used to. She was just as excited by her burger and fries earlier too. Malachi told me about their conversation at the house. Learning that she never got to enjoy simple pleasures like going out for a burger made me want to go back in time, find that awkward teenage girl, and take her on a date every night of the fucking week.

“You want some?” She holds a spoonful of ice cream across the table, and I shake my head. I’ve never been into sugary shit, although there weren’t a lot of options back when I was a human.

“You?” She turns to Malachi sitting beside her.

He smiles. “No. It’s all for you, sweet girl.”

“But it’s bigger than my head. Surely you’ll have some, Xavier?” She bats her eyelashes at him.

He scoops some of the ice cream from the spoon onto his index finger. “You know I’m only interested in one kind of dessert, Cupcake.” His blue eyes go dark as he stares at her and licks his lips. Then he holds his fingertip to her lips, and she parts them, allowing him to feed her the dessert.

She swallows, and the pulse at her throat flutters, silently begging me to sink my teeth into her neck. “And what type of dessert is that?” she asks in a breathy whisper.

Xavier leans across the table and cups her jaw in his hand, pulling her closer until their faces are inches apart. “You know what I want to eat right now, Cupcake. And if you don’t stop fluttering your pretty eyes at me, I’ll lift you onto this table and eat it right here.”

Her pupils blow wide. “Eat w-what?”

Sweet motherfuck, how is she still so damn innocent when she’s constantly surrounded by the three of us? It’s so fucking adorable, and it makes me want to corrupt her right here while everyone in this restaurant watches us.

Malachi chuckles.

Xavier dusts his lips over hers and whispers, “Your cunt.”

Ophelia’s face instantly reddens, making Xavier laugh darkly. “Y-you wouldn’t,” she protests.

“I would do it in a fucking heartbeat, Ophelia. You want to push me on it and find out?”

She shakes her head as I silently urge her to push him. Then I won’t be the jackass who ruins our first date.

“So eat your dessert like a good girl and I might wait until we get home before I eat mine.” He releases her chin and sits back against the leather bench.

I lean across the table, my eyes raking over her face, down her neck to her pert tits. I flick my tongue over the tip of my fangs. The only thing I want to eat in this entire place is her. “I might not make it all the way home.”

She presses her lips together and holds my gaze, almost like she’s daring me to do something. And fuck me, I want to pin her down on this table and fuck her until she screams my name all over this restaurant.

Malachi slips an arm around her shoulder. “They’re not playing, baby. You better eat your dessert real quick.”

With her eyes darting between Xavier’s and mine, she licks the ice cream from her spoon, deliberately and seductively swirling her tongue over the cold dessert like a wicked temptress begging to be fucked. Like my cock isn’t hard enough already.

“I will have you ride my face at this table, Cupcake,” Xavier warns her with a growl.

“I second that, princess.”

“I’m not doing anything,” she protests, taking another lick. “Well, except for enjoying our date, which has been incredible, by the way.” She smiles sweetly. “Thank you, boys.”

Malachi brushes his lips over her neck. “You deserve all the dates and all the ice cream you want, sweet girl.”

Her smile grows wider, her eyes full of hope and excitement. “Does that mean we can do this again?”

I can barely stand this any longer. How is she this goddamn sweet? And how is it that making her miserable used to be my greatest pleasure in life? This lifelong bond shit is turning me into someone I barely recognize. Even when I was a human I wasn’t a nice guy. A blackhearted cad, my mother called me. But Ophelia Hart has me wrapped around her pinkie finger. I plant one elbow on the table and curl my index finger, summoning her. “C’mere, princess.”

She sinks her teeth into her juicy bottom lip and leans across the table once more. “What is it?”

I slide my hand to the back of her neck and pull her closer. “I think I will take a little of that dessert, after all.” I lick the seam of her lips, tasting the sickly-sweet residual ice cream before she allows me entry to her delicious warm mouth. I slide my tongue inside, flicking it against hers until a whimper rolls out of her.

How do you feel about being fucked here at this table, princess?I ask through our bond so I don’t have to pull my lips from hers.

She moans into my mouth even as her protests echo in my head.

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