Forged in Blood (Broken Bloodlines, #1)

by Sadie Kincaid

“And put them in danger too? Could you live with that, my caring little witch?” he says, his eyes narrowed. Stop mocking me! Then stop pushing me, my sweet. I despise you. He laughs. We shall see about that when I have you in my bed tonight.

“You can walk or I’ll carry you,” Xavier says, his lips twitching. “And if I have to chase you down and carry your ass in here, Cupcake, it will officially belong to me.”

Still, the basement is the best place for her—where nobody will hear her scream. And I do intend to make this one scream.

She shuffles her feet against the dusty concrete. Oh, I’m going to fucking devour her. My eyes travel back to her face. “We’re going to fuck with you, Cupcake.” I flick my tongue over my fangs. “And if you’re real good, we might just fuck you too.”

Quick as a flash, Xavier has Malachi’s throat grasped in his hand. He tips his head back and runs his tongue along the vein in Malachi’s neck. My cock twitches in my jeans at the sight. They’ve always been so fucking hot together. “Let me bite you,” Xavier growls.

“Doesn’t mean we can’t fuck with her though. I mean, when those cheeks get all pink with indignation and then she opens that pretty little mouth …” Xavier grunts. “Yeah, I’m gonna have a lot of fun.” “And he never said we couldn’t fuck her, right?” Malachi adds, a wicked glint in his eye.

He rubs the pad of his thumb over the pulse point on my wrist, and I swear my veins fill with electricity. “I can feel your blood racing through your veins, Cupcake. I bet you’d come in your pretty little panties if I bit you right now.”

I imagine that it must be heartbreaking to get hurt by someone who cares for you. But realizing you never meant anything to a person to begin with—that has to be the worst kind of pain there is.

“Ronan is going to fucking pay for messing with our toy,” Axl growls, reading my mind without needing to hear my thoughts.

“She smelled familiar. She smelled like … like one of them, Giorgios.” He frowns. “It rains when she feels sad.”

“If an elementai had been born, then we would know. Our father would know. There would be no hiding that kind of power. Not from him.”

“You’re ours to fuck with, Cupcake. Only ours. That means nobody else gets to even look at you funny.”

Malachi stands behind me, and Xavier presses up against my front. Their warmth and proximity make me shiver. “And anyone who tries,” Malachi says with a throaty growl. “Will regret the day they were born,” Xavier finishes, then he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. A possessive growl vibrates through his body and into mine.

“Fuck, Cupcake,” Xavier groans, then he yanks me into his lap, making me squeal in surprise. “You have no fucking idea, do you?” He brushes my hair back from my face and rests his free hand on my bare thigh. “No idea about what?” I whisper. “How much the three of us want to fuck you.”

“I mean, I have no fucking clue how you don’t know. I’m sure you wear these cute little skirts just to fuck with us.” He fingers the hem of my skirt, lifting it enough that Malachi must get a flash of my pink panties.

Malachi’s staring between my thighs at Xavier’s hand. He licks his lips and inhales through his nose. “You smell so fucking sweet, Ophelia. I can’t wait to find out how good you’re gonna taste.” “But you’re forbidden from biting me,” I argue, recalling their earlier conversation. Xavier runs his nose over my neck. “So naive, Cupcake. He’s talking about eating your pussy. And I’m going to enjoy having these beautiful thighs clamped around my head too.”

I steal a look at Axl. His knuckles are white on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched tight. “Oh, he wants you too,” Xavier taunts me. “All three of us are going to take you.” His words pull me from whatever stupor his teasing fingers put me in. “What? Three of you?” “You have three holes, Cupcake. And we’ll use all of them.”

The car skids abruptly, tires screeching on the asphalt. “Shit! You feel that?” Axl asks. I blink. Feel what? Did they feel my orgasm like they can hear my heartbeat? “Just an earthquake,” Malachi says to Axl, although he keeps his eyes fixed on me. “Not even a big one.”

Xavier slides his hand from beneath my skirt. “All I felt was Ophelia coming hard for me.” He places his fingers in his mouth and sucks. His eyes roll back in his head, and I can’t help but smirk at his unguarded reaction. “I was wrong about you. You don’t taste like cupcakes at all.” He licks his lips and flashes me a wink. “You taste way better.”

“Don’t ever stop me, sweet girl,” he warns with a growl. “You’re fucking beautiful, and we all want to see you.”

He works his hands under the band of my sweatpants. “Oh, my little pup wants to be fucked?” “I want to forget what we just did, numbnuts.”

“You’re mine now too, Cupcake.” I press a kiss at the base of her throat, then unzip my jeans and free my hard length, nudging my crown at her slick entrance. A vampire’s bite is the best kind of foreplay, and this girl here is already dripping for me. “That means every part of you.”

“Well, I’m taking you to the library, but what we’ll be studying won’t require books, baby.” Her eyes sparkle. “What are we studying?” I arch an eyebrow. “Anatomy.” She shakes her head, trying to wriggle out of my grip, but she has zero chance of doing that. “No. Not in the library. Take me home.”

I stare at myself in the mirror. I still look exactly the same, but now I have three vampires in my head. At least I had them in my head. It must have just been a glitch. Some freaky post–vampire bite thing. Now all is right with the world again. It wasn’t a glitch, baby. Malachi! Xavier and Axl shout in unison, making my head spin.

Oh no! I whimper inside my head. “Oh fucking yes, princess,” Axl growls. Xavier grunts. “Has she? Is she bleeding?” Axl licks his lips, his pupils so wide that I can barely see the brown of his irises. He growls again, his fangs bared. I don’t feel like I got my period, but I guess a vampire’s sense of smell wouldn’t be wrong about this kind of thing. “Please let me go to the bathroom. I must be a day or two early.” Mortification burns through me.

Xavier cups my face in his hand. “How many days, Cupcake?” “What?” He runs his nose along my cheekbone. “How many days does your period usually last?” “Four,” I croak. Oh my god. Xavier chuckles. “This is like Christmas every month for us.” I shake my head. “It’s …” I can’t think of the word, but disgusting comes pretty close. “It’s blood, sweet girl. Whether we drink it from your veins or your pussy, it’s the same thing.”

Xavier nuzzles our girl’s neck. “Do you wear tampons, Cupcake?” Her already pink cheeks turn red. “Yes. Why?” He licks his lips. “I’m gonna need them when you’re done.” Her nose wrinkles in disgust. “Eww. No.” I suppress a dark laugh when he nods. “Yeah. I’m gonna freeze them and suck on ’em like popsicles.”

Malachi cups her chin in his hand. “Stop arguing, sweet girl.” He silences her with his lips, and while she’s distracted, Xavier mimes sucking a popsicle. I can’t hold back my laugh. The fucker is crazy enough to do it. Although, maybe crazy isn’t the right word … I lick my lips at the thought of his genius idea, and he tips his head back and laughs too.

You make me so fucking hard, Kai, Xavier growls. Malachi moans. So shut up and fuck me.

Xavier speaks again. Such a good fucking boy for me, pup.

“I’d say she’s more of a naughty fucking girl. Hand in her panties getting herself off in the library.” Axl’s voice raises goosebumps over my body, and it takes me a few beats to realize that he’s not in my head.

Malachi takes my other hand. “It’s way more fun at the back, baby.” “Yeah, so much fun.” Xavier laughs darkly

Xavier flashes me a wicked grin. “No, Cupcake. We’re gonna need this row all to ourselves.” The deviant look in his eyes has warmth pooling in my core, but I’m sure they’re not going to try anything here. We’re in class. And this is Professor Drakos’s class!

Take off her panties, Xavier commands. Yes, Malachi agrees. No! I insist, and the professor shoots me a warning glare. I press my hand over my mouth. Did I just say that out loud? No, baby. But he can hear us communicating with each other, Malachi explains. Then can you please stop talking to each other about taking my panties off in his class!

We’ve taken this class hundreds of times, princess. We have all the notes you need. Or you could always have a one-on-one with Alexandros. I bet he’d say yes if you asked him nicely.

But then I open my eyes, and the first thing I see are the professor’s eyes burning into mine with the heat of a thousand suns. He knows what we just did, and he is pissed. How does he know? I whisper, despite only talking in my head. Is it because he can read your thoughts? Xavier snickers while Axl closes my thighs and wraps his both arms around me. It seems like he can hear you in our heads now too, princess. Oh. My. God. The professor just heard me come? He’s talking to the class, explaining what to read for our next lesson, but his eyes remain locked on mine, his brow furrowed in a deep scowl. In my peripheral vision, I see his retractable pointing stick lying in two pieces on the ground. Why is the pointy stick broken? It snapped in half in his hand the moment you came, baby, Malachi tells me. So he did hear me? He heard everything? Axl sighs, his breath ruffling my hair and making me shiver. “He said to tell you yes.”

I look past her at the grinning faces of Axl and Xavier. At least Malachi has the sense to appear contrite. “Do you think I enjoy teaching a class with a painful erection?” Ophelia gasps, her pretty pink lips parted in a perfect O. I clear my throat, aware that I have revealed far too much. “Listening to you coming for twenty solid minutes would be enough to make a eunuch hard, Ophelia.” She presses her lips together, and her shoulders bounce like she is stifling a laugh. “We couldn’t help it.” Xavier shrugs. “It’s the tiny skirt.”

I step out from behind the podium, my stiff cock finally softening. Not that I care about hiding it from any of them. Ophelia’s eyes are immediately drawn to my groin area, and the flush on her cheeks deepens further. “Eyes up here, Ophelia.” Her dark eyelashes flutter against her cheeks as she whispers an apology.

“Go. Leave her with me,” I tell the boys, jerking my head toward the door.

Oohh. Professor time!

I would die for her as surely as I would take my next breath, but she has no need for such knowledge.

My fangs pierce her delicate skin. Her blood floods my mouth. I am lost. Her taste floods every part of me, tying me to her and this moment for all eternity. She permeates my heart, my soul, every cell of my body. I feast on her like a starving animal, a beast that has been caged for too long before finally being allowed to devour the object of its obsession. And she is my obsession.

Yesss

“Alexandros,” she moans. I reward her by sinking my teeth into her throat again and showing her the power of who she really is.

The room is on fire, agápi mou. His words are so clear in my head, like they’re my own thought but in his voice. So deeply embedded in my consciousness that he’s already become a part of my being. Sure enough, flames burn high and bright, growing closer with each second. But I feel only a gentle warmth from their lethal flame. You may be immune to the flames, my little one, but I am most assuredly not. He suckles at my neck, much more gently than before. Although I would be willing to burn before I would be willing to move.