Page 104 of Promised in Blood

I hum against her skin before pulling away and licking her blood from my lips. “You gonna let me fuck your perfect ass, Cupcake?”

Her heart is still racing. “Y-yes.”

“Good girl.” I palm her juicy ass cheeks and lift her with ease. With her legs wrapped around my hips, I carry her to the sofa and take a seat.

I make short work of her clothes until she’s exactly how I like her best—naked and straddling me.

The door to the den swings open, and Alexandros walks in. “Is everything okay? I felt Ophelia…” He licks his lips as his eyes rake over her undressed form.

I suspect he knew exactly what was going on in here before he walked in. Yeah, she’s trembling, but it’s mostly from anticipation tinged with a hint of anxiety, and I know he feels all of that. I press a kiss on her neck. “Yeah. Cupcake is just a little nervous because her ass is about to be fucked for the first time.”

Her skin heats, and she burrows her face against my neck as embarrassment washes over her.

She has zero reason to feel like that in front of either of us. And the sexy-as-fuck growl that comes from his mouth is proof enough that he’s not about to miss this show.

His reaction makes me grin, and it also prompts me to push my luck a little. I arch an eyebrow at him. “You could always help me ease her nerves, sir.”

His eyes grow darker as he makes his way toward the sofa. “A tempting offer, Xavier.”

Ophelia whispers, “How will he do that?”

He kneels behind her. I have never seen this man kneel for anyone. “Turn her around,” he orders.

I arch an eyebrow, not entirely sure what he has planned or whether he’s about to claim this particular prize for himself, but I grab Ophelia’s hips and obey him. “You heard him. Turn around.”

Her eyes go wide, but she sucks in a breath, and I help her turn so her back is to my chest and she’s facing the professor. He flicks his tongue over his fangs, and she quivers against me.

His eyes narrow on her face. “This will be your first time, yes?”

She nods.

He glances over her shoulder at me, a wicked smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You will need plenty of lubrication.”

Sweet mother of fucks. Yeah I will. “What do you suggest?”

He places his hands on the inside of Ophelia’s thighs and spreads them wide before running his nose through the folds of her wet pussy. She groans and bucks her hips, but he holds her in place. “I think we can make use of our sweet Ophelia’s propensity to be soaking wet when any of us have our hands on her.” He lets out a wicked chuckle and then licks the length of her.And if that is not enough, we can always use some blood too.

Ophelia’s pulse spikes. “Blood?”

He lifts his head, licking her arousal from his lips. “Not yours, little one. That is far too precious to waste.”

She sucks in a shaky breath that makes her tits tremble, and my cock twitches against her ass. “Then whose?” she whispers.

“Mine.” Without giving her a chance to respond, he goes back to licking her. She whimpers as he eats, working her into a frenzy, and I feel every bit of her desperation and pleasure. I feel his too, and I’m surprised by how much. Ordinarily, he closes his feelings off to us, but now I experience his desire for her, and it mirrors my own. That desperate need to be inside her rolls through me in wave after unending wave. My cock is harder than granite, and I’m half rabid with the need to be inside her.

I free my cock from my sweatpants and rest it on the seam of her perfect, untouched ass.

I need to take her. Now!I plead with him through our bond.

She is almost ready.

Ophelia trembles in my arms, and her pleasure vibrates through my body too, warm and euphoric as she comes with a loud moan, her body bucking against his mouth and her hands in his hair as she rides his face. I slip my hand between her thighs and rub soft circles over her swollen clit, prolonging her orgasm until she’s soaked his face in her cum.

Alexandros sits back on his heels, his dark beard glistening with her. He winks at me, and something more than her pleasure flares hot in my chest. “Now she is ready.”

With a grunt, I lift her a little and slide my dick into her dripping pussy. She sinks her fingernails into the sides of my thighs, crying out from the overstimulation of her sensitive flesh. Her cum slicks my length—hot, thick, and silky. I rest my lips against her ear. “That’s my good girl.”

She whines when I pull out of her, but I quickly shift her into position and line the crown of my cock at her tight ass. I glance over her shoulder at my sire, his eyes dark with unrestrained lust as they rake hungrily over her sexy little body. My cock and fangs throb to the same beat, aching. I graze my lips over her neck.

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