Page 117 of Promised in Blood

“You think he’s okay?” she whispers.

Axl gathers her in his arms. “Princess, he is the most powerful vampire alive—probably who ever lived. He’s going to be fine. Now please stop worrying.”

“I’m sorry.”

Xavier climbs over me, wedging himself between us, and rests his chin on his hands. “I think we need to take your mind off the professor not being here.”

She raises her eyebrows. “Another movie?”

He scrunches his nose up like he’s thinking, then shakes his head. “Not exactly what I had in mind.”

I don’t have to hear his thoughts to know what he’s got in mind. It’s in mine now too, and judging by the twinkle in Axl’s eye, his as well.

“What did you have in mind?” she asks innocently. Like she doesn’t already know.

“Well.” He reaches beneath the oversized Montridge Dragons T-shirt of mine that she’s wearing and finds her matching red panties. “It involves you being entirely naked for starters.”

She giggles. “Of course it does.”

Xavier takes off her panties, and I do the same to her T-shirt. “All the best things start and end with you naked.”

“Yup,” Axl agrees, rolling onto his side.

“And if I recall, I once made you a promise that we were all going to take you together, Cupcake. Do you remember?”

Her breath catches, and her eyelids flutter along with the pulse in her throat. “I d-do.”

Axl hums, trailing his lips over her skin. “And I can think of no better way to distract you than by filling all three of your perfect holes.”

“Oh god,” she pants.

Xavier nips her thigh. The skin breaks, and he laps up a trickle of blood. “What have I told you about calling for him? He doesn’t exist.”

“I’m sorry. It’s a reflex.”

He nips her again. “Then get a new one.” He trails his tongue farther up her thigh, splaying his hands on her legs and pushing them wide apart. An instinctive growl rolls out of me at the sight of her glistening and spread open. The possessive need to fuck her burns through my veins.

“Pussy’s mine.” Xavier stakes his claim by settling his mouth over it.

Ophelia’s eyes roll back, and her mouth parts in a perfect O shape. But I don’t want her mouth. Not tonight. I rest my lips at her ear while Axl nuzzles her neck. “I want to fuck your perfect ass, sweet girl.”

She whines, rocking her hips into Xavier’s greedy tongue.

Axl chuckles darkly. “I guess I’ll take this hot little mouth then.”

I glance at Xavier. We’ve done this plenty of times before, though never with anyone like Ophelia. Never with anyone I’ve felt anything remotely like this for. I’m almost feral with the desire to fuck her, but it would kill me to hurt her.

“You won’t hurt me,” Ophelia whimpers. “You couldn’t.”

I drag my fangs over the soft skin of her neck. “How long have you been able to read my mind, baby?”

She wraps an arm around my neck and claws at my skin as Xavier brings her to the edge. “I d-don’t know.”

“Can you read all our minds?” Axl asks.

“I think so-oh!” She cries out as her orgasm crashes over her in an unexpected wave. Xavier lifts his head and grins triumphantly before he winks at me. He lies on his back and pulls Ophelia to straddle him. She pants for breath, still riding the high as she places her hands on his chest.

“I’m gonna slip inside you first, and then Kai. Okay?”

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