Page 59 of Bound in Blood

She rests her chin on her hands and flutters her eyelashes. “That’s sure good to know.”

I catch his eye over the top of her head. “There are other parts of your little cupcake that are almost as sweet as her blood, Xavier.”

He smirks. “You know, I believe you’re right, Professor.”

She squeaks. “I haven’t showered yet today.”

Xavier tips his face to the ceiling, his plump lower lip caught between his teeth, and groans. “Fuck me, Cupcake. That means you’re full of Alexandros’s cum too. Is that supposed to make me want to eat you less?”

She presses her lips together and covers her eyes. “Axl’s too,” she whispers.

Xavier gasps, faking shock. “You are a naughty cupcake.” He smacks her ass, and she squeals with delight.

I have an idea, I tell Xavier.

His eyes flash wickedly.I’m in.

I run my thumb over Ophelia’s soft lips. “I have not kissed you nearly enough since we were reunited, Ophelia.”

“I agree,” she murmurs, staring at me with love and lust shining in her eyes.

I hum whilst using the bond to tell Xavier to lie between my thighs so I can maneuver her into the right place. Before she can make another sound, I quickly remove her T-shirt and panties, and then I dust my mouth over hers. “So I think I am going to kiss these beautiful lips.” I lift her to straddle the both of us, with her knees on either side of my waist and her pussy directly over Xavier’s mouth. “While Xavier kisses these ones.” I swipe a finger through her slick heat.

The skin on her neck is bright pink now too. Her heart beats faster in her chest, and the scent of her arousal has my cock digging into the ridge of muscle between Xavier’s shoulder blades.

“Sit down, Cupcake,” Xavier orders.

She lowers herself enough that he can swipe his tongue over her flesh. Her eyes roll back as, to my amusement, he growls his frustration. “Sit, Ophelia. Do not squat. Do not hover. I am a vampire. I cannot suffocate—and even if I could, it would be a price worth paying. So sit your sweet fucking cunt all the way down on my face right now.”

She looks at me, her expression caught between hesitation and wanton desire. “I can think of few more pleasant ways to pass the time than having my face buried in your sweet pussy, agápi mou. Do as he says.”

She gives a jerky nod and drops her full weight. His resulting groan is so dramatic that I am unable to suppress my laugh.

As his tongue flicks out and he begins to work her over, I take her mouth with mine, swallowing her moans and whimpers as he brings her to the edge of ecstasy. Being the benevolent and helpful sire I am, I assist him as much as I am able. I palm her beautiful breasts and tease her hard nipples whilst exploring the recesses of her mouth and savoring the taste of her that I have so deeply missed. Xavier is right—she does taste like cupcakes. Sweet and tempting and too delicious to resist. So we do not hold back, both of us devouring her, taking all we can.

Chapter

Twenty-Six

MALACHI

Standing in front of the open fridge, I’m impressed at the vast array of groceries Axl managed to source for us earlier today. The shelves are practically groaning under the weight of thick-cut steaks, racks of fresh lamb, gallons of milk and juice, and a couple dozen eggs. There are enough fresh fruits and vegetables to keep our girl’s energy up for days, not to mention an array of sweet treats and pastries stacked on the counter. From the smirk on his face when I asked him how he managed to get all this stuff with no money, I figure he bit the store clerk and left them in a bite-induced state of euphoria as he took what he wanted.

We have no idea how long we’ll need to stay, but at least we can keep Ophelia well-nourished while we’re here. Tonight, I am going to cook up a feast. After all the toe-curlingly awkward and unpleasant dinners we’ve been subjected to over the past few weeks, we deserve to sit down and enjoy a meal together. I still don’t know much about what the professor has been through, but I’m sure he will appreciate a nice slice of normal.

“Do we have coffee, Malachi?” Alexandros asks, and I spin around to see him sitting at the kitchen table. With him bare-chested in the bright light streaming in through the window, I get my first good look at his body. His shoulder and the tops of his arms are lined with thick red welts. How much must they have hurt for the marks to still be seared on his skin now?

“They do not hurt. Ophelia has healed them well.” He peers over his shoulder at his back. “I suspect most of them will not even scar.”

“I forgot you can still read my mind, even without our bond. Well, I didn’t forget, so much as… You never used to read our minds very often before.”

He rests his chin on his clasped hands. “And I did not just now. Your eyes were drawn to the marks on my body, and your sadness and guilt were too acute for me to miss.”

Of course he read my emotions and not my thoughts. And I know he would hate my pity, although that’s not what I’m feeling. Still, I change the subject. “You want coffee? I’m sure I saw some in the pantry.”

He hums softly, that sound he makes when he’s deep in thought, but not in a bad way. Humming means good thinking. “Actually, it can wait. There is something much more important to take care of.”

My curiosity is piqued. More important than coffee? “And what’s that?”

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