Page 86 of Forged in Blood

He flashes me a grin. “Getting you naked, Cupcake.” He methodically slices off all my clothes, and I don’t have the desire to argue that he could have simply taken them off and not ruined them. Xavier with a knife is all kinds of sexy, which I did not expect at all.

When he’s done, he sits back on his heels and groans. “So much fucking better.”

Within moments, there are three naked and absurdly hot demigod-esque vampires looking down at where I lie tied to their bed like I’m their favorite snack. Which I guess I am.

“Don’t forget I need my blood to live,” I remind them with a giggle.

“Did our naughty cupcake just fucking sass us while she’s tied up?” Xavier asks.

Malachi tilts his head and stares at me. “I think she did.”

Axl grunts. “So fucking feisty.”

“About to be so fucking fucked.” Xavier winks at me.

I press my lips together and squirm under the heat of their gazes. My skin feels like it’s sizzling with kinetic energy, and they haven’t even touched me yet.

“You smell so fucking good, Cupcake.”

Malachi tips his face to the ceiling and groans. “She’s soaked.”

“And she’s all mine first,” Axl growls. “You two had plenty of fun this morning while I was working.”

Xavier rolls his eyes. “Like we don’t work just as hard, golden boy.”

“We sure worked hard this morning, huh, sweet girl?” Malachi says.

My cheeks get so hot I’m surprised my face isn’t on fire.

“My turn, princess.” Axl crawls between my thighs, nudging them wider apart with his knees. Dipping his head, he inhales, and the most animalistic growl I have ever heard in my life rolls out of him. “Sweet mother of fuck, Ophelia.”

Please tell me that sound he made wasn’t because of what I think it is. I do some quick math in my head. “W-what is it?”

He ignores me and glances back at his buddies. “How long have we been fucking our sweet Ophelia?”

Xavier frowns. “Three weeks. Why?”

Oh no!I whimper inside my head.

“Oh fucking yes, princess,” Axl growls.

Xavier grunts. “Has she? Is she bleeding?”

Axl licks his lips, his pupils so wide that I can barely see the brown of his irises. He growls again, his fangs bared.

I don’t feel like I got my period, but I guess a vampire’s sense of smell wouldn’t be wrong about this kind of thing. “Please let me go to the bathroom. I must be a day or two early.” Mortification burns through me.

Axl responds by burying his tongue inside me. His teeth graze my sensitive flesh, and I moan, my hips bucking off the bed so hard that he has to hold me down. And then Malachi and Xavier are beside me, wicked grins on their faces as their hands roam my body.

Xavier cups my face in his hand. “How many days, Cupcake?”

“What?”

He runs his nose along my cheekbone. “How many days does your period usually last?”

“Four,” I croak. Oh my god.

Xavier chuckles. “This is like Christmas every month for us.”

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