Page 91 of Forged in Blood

Xavier’s and Malachi’s groans of pleasure seem to be dulled with Axl’s presence here, but they go on in the background, like a movie with the volume turned down.

“Okay,” I whisper, rocking against his hand.

He chuckles. “You want to come, princess?”

“P-please.”

He makes a fake sad face, his eyes twinkling with wicked intent as he slowly shakes his head. “No.”

I want to cry from frustration. “Why?”

He pulls his hand from between my thighs. “Naughty girls don’t deserve to come, Ophelia. And judging by how soaked you are, you’ve been very naughty.”

“I was just…” I blow a strand of hair from my eyes. He’s messing with me, and I’m playing right into his hands. “That’s okay. You kind of ruined the mood anyway.”

His eyes flash with something dark and dangerous. “I did what now?”

I put a hand on my hip. “You heard me. I’m not in the mood now.”

He sniffs the air and growls. “Sure seems like you are, princess.”

I know I’m going to regret this, but I can’t help it. “Well, that was all for Xavier and Malachi. Not for you.”

His eyes narrow, and he snakes one arm around my waist, crushing me against his chest. A warning growl rumbles out of him. “Is that so?”

My knees threaten to buckle, but I force myself to stay upright and stare into his handsome face. “It is,” I croak.

He brushes his fingertips over my cheekbone, and I’m vaguely aware of Xavier laughing and warning me that I’m about to be fucked into my next life, but I tune him out and focus on Axl.

“Knees, princess. Now.”

Without hesitation, I drop to my knees, my mouth watering with anticipation. I’ve never done this before, and I so want to. Axl unbuckles his belt, and a rush of arousal soaks my panties.

He takes his cock out, stroking his hand up and down his thick, beautiful shaft. Precum beads on the slit of his crown, and I move to lick it off, but he grabs my hair and yanks me back. “Nuh-uh, princess. Not me.” He laughs darkly.

I blink up at him, confused, but realization dawns a few seconds later when Malachi appears behind him.

“Wh-what? I thought you were with Xavier.”

He arches an eyebrow. “I was. And now I’m here for you, baby.”

I look between him and Axl. “But I thought you…”

“Oh, I’ll be fucking you, princess, but”—he dips his head and brushes his lips over my ear—“I was the first to take your virgin pussy, so Kai here staked his claim on being the first to take your mouth.”

I bite on my lip. “And what about Xavier?” I know there’s no way he hasn’t tried to stake his claims somehow.

Malachi chuckles. “Oh, I think you know what he’s taking first, baby.”

Oh god. That means… I swallow down a knot of trepidation at the realization of what Xavier wants to do, and despite my reservation, the thought of him taking me there causes another rush of heat to slick between my thighs. Axl steps aside, and Malachi takes his place, freeing his thick cock from his sweatpants. It bobs an inch from my lips, and I sweep my tongue over the tip, tasting him. Grunting, he fists his hand in my hair.

“Oh, sweet fucking Ophelia,” he groans, rocking his hips and sliding into my waiting mouth. I flick my tongue over his shaft, taking my cues from his appreciative noises and hoping I’m doing it right.

“You’re doing so fucking good, baby. So good,” he groans, and his words flood me with pride.

I’m so focused on Malachi that I don’t feel Axl kneeling behind me until my panties are halfway down my thighs.

What are you doing?I ask.

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