Page 87 of Forged in Blood

I shake my head. “It’s…” I can’t think of the word, but disgusting comes pretty close.

“It’s blood, sweet girl. Whether we drink it from your veins or your pussy, it’s the same thing.”

Axl lifts his head. “It tastes a hundred percent better from her pussy.”

If my hands weren’t tied, I would put them over my face and quietly die of shame. I can see my tombstone. Here lies Ophelia Hart. Died of mortification.

Groaning, Xavier burrows his face into my neck and sucks on my skin. Malachi does the same to my other side while their rough hands explore every inch of my body that they can reach. Axl’s tongue works inside me, licking and sucking until wet heat runs down my thighs and my head spins with the euphoria racing around my body. Right when I’m ready to fall over the edge, he strums my clit with his thumb, and my climax rips through me with the force of a hurricane.

As I’m catching my breath, I look down at his smiling face, his lips smeared with the faintest hint of blood. “Fuck, that was incredible, princess.”

He scoots up on the bed and trades places with Xavier, who settles between my thighs. I have no desire to kiss Axl right now, but thankfully Malachi does. He grabs his jaw, and their lips crash together. Their groans mingle with my own as Xavier feasts on my pussy like a starving man. Axl and Malachi kiss each other, then me.

After I come for a second time, Malachi’s hungry mouth is on me before I can even catch my breath. They talk me through another orgasm, their mouths and hands everywhere. I have no idea where one of them ends and the other begins, and I swear I lose all sense of time and space and reason. Their filthy words of how delicious I taste, how I belong to them, and how they’re going to fuck me until sunrise are all that anchor me to reality.

Chapter

Forty-Six

AXL

Idid intend to punish my little pyromaniac. Spank her pretty little ass until she begged me to stop and then maybe edge her for a few hours, but that all went to hell the moment I caught the aroma of her menstrual blood. I have never tasted anything so goddamn sweet and addictive in my entire life. And we have four whole fucking days of it, during which she’ll be lucky if she gets to leave this bed at all.

I tell Malachi to untie her trembling limbs. He rubs her wrists, and I spread her thighs with mine, staring at her pussy glistening with pink juices. My fangs ache, but not as much as my cock, which is so hard I’m going to pass out if I don’t sink inside her soon.

“Axl,” she moans, her eyelids fluttering.

“I know, princess.” I drive inside her with one hard thrust, and she cries out my name again. Her pussy ripples around me, pulling me in farther. I fall forward, bracketing her hips with my hands, and pull out slowly, savoring every frustrated whimper I wring from her. And when I sink into her once more, she grabs at my neck, nails clawing at my skin. Her back arches off the bed as she takes all of me. I rest my lips on the fluttering pulse at the base of her throat. “Such a good girl the way you take my cock.”

“So good the way you take all of us, baby,” Malachi says.

“Oh, god,” she moans. Searing hot need ripples down my spine. Her walls grip my cock, milking me as she reaches the edge again, and I want to sink my fangs into her neck and fill her with my load, but Xavier yanks my head back, his eyes narrowed.

He shakes his head. “Don’t come inside Ophelia.”

Is he fucking serious? “Why the fuck not?”

He licks his lips. “Because I want to taste her on you.”

I grunt with frustration but slide out of her, leaving her wet and needy and on the edge. “I told you I was going to punish you, princess.” I flash her a wink and press a soft kiss on her forehead. “But Malachi will take care of you.”

His deep growl fills the room, and he pulls Ophelia up to straddle him. Lying next to Malachi, I watch Xavier drool over my blood-smeared cock and run my fingers through his dark hair. This is such an unusual but welcome occurrence. “Do it.”

He drops his head and takes me all the way into his hot mouth, deep throating me with such skill that my eyes roll back in my head. His grunts and groans are muffled by my cock filling his mouth, and I keep one hand on his head, holding him in place, and squeeze one of Ophelia’s perfect tits with the other. My eyes drift between Xavier’s sinful lips swallowing my dick and Malachi stretching our girl’s pussy wide as he repeatedly lifts and impales her.

Xavier fucks his own hand, driven feral with the taste of Ophelia’s blood and my precum sliding down his throat. I feel them reaching the edge along with me, each of us drawing ever closer to the sweet relief of oblivion. We’re connected so deeply that it feels like four times the pleasure, and when Ophelia comes with a throaty cry, she drags the rest of us over the edge with her. I drown in the ecstasy of all four climaxes in one long, seemingly never-ending wave.

After we allgot cleaned up and Ophelia insisted on at least wearing panties, we curled up in my bed to watch a movie.

Xavier nuzzles our girl’s neck. “Do you wear tampons, Cupcake?”

Her already pink cheeks turn red. “Yes. Why?”

He licks his lips. “I’m gonna need them when you’re done.”

Her nose wrinkles in disgust. “Eww. No.”

I suppress a dark laugh when he nods. “Yeah. I’m gonna freeze them and suck on ’em like popsicles.”

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