Forged in Blood (Broken Bloodlines, #1)

by Sadie Kincaid

The sacred scrolls became known as the Lost Prophecies of Fiere, and the Order became guardians of the secrets held within them.

“What’s your real name, Cupcake?” I ask. Her glare is fierce. “Why?” I shrug. “I like to know who I’m eating.”

Ophelia sniffs and swats a tear from her cheek. “I never said I hated her.” “Then I’ll hate her for you,” Malachi says with a wink.

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.

“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.”

“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.”

“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.”

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

I am somebody. I am worthy. And one day, I will find my people.

“There is no me without you, Ophelia. There is no separate. Not anymore.”

“But that’s … you had no right to do that. What about my privacy?” He comes to stand beside me and peers into the bag, then flashes me a wicked grin. “I’ve been inside you, Cupcake. You don’t get more private than that. I didn’t bring your little buzzy friend though. You won’t be needing that anymore.”

“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.”

“No. You are not weak. Even without your powers.” I stand and cup her chin, tilting her head so she is looking up into my face. Her vivid

blue eyes, so innocent and trusting, pull at something deep inside me that I thought I had long since buried. “You are fearless in the face of certain danger. You are unwaveringly kind, in spite of how poorly you have been treated by the world. You, my little one, rank amongst the strongest creatures I have ever known.”

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

“You can burn down this entire world if you want to, little one. So long as you stay by my side while you do it.”