Page 67 of Promised in Blood

She flutters her eyelashes, delighting in my praise. “And Axl got your sweet pussy. So it’s only right that I take your virgin ass. I’d do it here, but I’m thinking we should at least have a bed for your first time.”

Malachi snorts. “You’re such a romantic.”

I ignore him and the sounds Axl makes as he fucks our girl from behind and focus all my attention on her. She rewards me by gazing up at me adoringly while I fuck her throat. “I’m going to make you nice and wet first. Get you all loose and pliable so you can take my entire cock inside your tight little hole. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Yes, she says clearly in my head while she mumbles around my cock.

“You’re a naughty girl, Cupcake. A bad fucking girl running around the woods with no panties just so you can get yourself fucked by three vampires.”

She mewls, her orgasm drawing closer.

“Make her come while she’s sucking my cock, Axl,” I tell him.

He smirks at me before reaching between her thighs and playing with her clit while we both fuck her. The sounds shemakes have my cock leaking precum down her throat. She’s so compliant and needy for us. This tiny little powerhouse who could mask her scent just because she read about it in a book.

Axl pulls out and slams back inside her, and she moans so loudly it vibrates through my cock, sending white-hot pleasure through every cell of my body. I have been so desperate for this all day and then after chasing her through the woods, my adrenaline pumping and my fangs and cock aching for her—it all makes this relief all the sweeter.

The ground shakes beneath us, and I should tell her to focus but can’t find the words because I’m too lost in my own pleasure. Thankfully, Malachi speaks to her instead, coaxing her through her orgasm with soothing words. “That’s it, sweet girl, you can do it. Feel it all and channel it inside.”

His commanding voice only adds to the sensation of euphoria hurtling through my body right now. I come hard and heavy, filling Ophelia’s throat with my release. She comes too, swallowing every drop of me as her body shakes instead of the ground with the strength of her orgasm.

And when we’re both spent and have filled her with our cum, Axl and I pull out of her. I swipe the mess on her chin with my thumb and place it in her mouth, and my good girl sucks it clean. “You did so good, Cupcake.”

She smiles at me, so fucking sweet.

Ophelia curlsup on Malachi’s lap in the back of the car, her legs draped over me and one of her hands clasped in mine while my other rests on her thigh beneath her skirt. The feeling of dread that balls itself in the pit of my stomach is sudden and violent.

Malachi glances at me. “You feel that too?” I ask.

“He’s so mad,” Ophelia whispers.

“Shit,” Axl mumbles in the front seat.

“We didn’t do anything wrong,” I insist. “We were careful. No one would have felt Ophelia’s power out there.”

“So why is he so mad?” Ophelia asks, squeezing my hand tighter in hers.

“We could ask him?” Malachi suggests.

I shake my head. “No fucking way. We got five minutes until we’re back. I’d rather spend them in blissful ignorance, thank you very much.”

“Or fucking torture,” Malachi groans. “I’m gonna ask him.”

“He won’t tell you anyway,” Axl interjects. “When the fuck have you ever known him to take it easy on us?”

“True,” I mutter.

Ophelia clutches her stomach. “I feel sick.”

Malachi presses a kiss to her forehead. “He can’t hurt you. He’ll be pissed, but he’ll get over it just as quickly, I promise.”

Liar.

“I heard that, Xavier,” Ophelia says.

I brush my fingertips over her cheek. “Because I can’t fucking block you out anymore. You’re already too powerful for me, so you just remember that when you’re getting your ass handed to you in a few minutes, okay?”

Her sweet little giggle breaks the awful tension in the car.

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