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December 31, 2024 - May 22, 2025
For anyone ever made to feel like you didn’t belong, you’re going to fit right in here at Montridge University. The Professor and his boys will take good care of you. Love Sadie x And to Jaime, who poured her blood sweat and tears into this book along with me. x
The sacred scrolls became known as the Lost Prophecies of Fiere, and the Order became guardians of the secrets held within them.
“Well, we’re not as bloodthirsty as you,” Malachi snaps back. “Some of us enjoy actual food 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. “No.” Malachi wrenches out of Xavier’s grip, but his eyes are hooded with desire. “I’m too fucking hungry.”
from class to find him in my bed, reading my well-worn copy of Wuthering Heights.
“She smelled familiar. She smelled like … like one of them, Giorgios.” He frowns. “It rains when she feels sad.”
an elementai had been born, then we would know. Our father would
“You’re ours to fuck with, Cupcake. Only ours. That means nobody else gets to even look at you funny.”
hell balls. My brain short-circuits.
“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.”
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.”
At least the weather matches my mood.
and I think my lady parts might close up shop if anyone else tries to gain entry right now.
Axl Thorne,
“Are you really going to punish me?” I ask, my voice raspy. His eyes narrow and he unbuckles his belt. I swallow. “Naw.” Relief runs through me, but then he adds, “We all are.” Oh, sweet hellfire. Nervous energy sizzles through my body. “All of you?” “Such a naughty fucking cupcake.” Xavier’s sinful voice fills the room, and he steps up beside Axl,
“W-why would I want to go anywhere?” Xavier produces a switchblade from his pocket and runs his tongue the length of the blade. Blood pours from his mouth, and Axl grabs him by the hair and tips his head back. Then he devours him, growling hungrily as he takes Xavier’s mouth in a dominant, bruising kiss. It’s so hot I almost combust. Half of me expects Xavier to plunge that knife into Axl’s neck given how the two of them bicker sometimes, but he only moans and fists his free hand in Axl’s hair. “They’re so fucking hot together,” Malachi murmurs. I pant my agreement. “Uh-huh.”
fucking better.” Within moments, there are three naked and absurdly hot demigod-esque vampires looking down at where I lie tied to their bed like I’m their favorite snack. Which I guess I am. “Don’t forget I need my blood to live,” I remind them with a giggle.
through me. Axl responds by burying his tongue inside me. His teeth graze my sensitive flesh, and I moan, my hips bucking off the bed so hard that he has to hold me down. And then Malachi and Xavier are beside me, wicked grins on their faces as their hands roam my body. 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.
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and trades places with Xavier, who settles between my thighs. I have no desire to kiss Axl right now, but thankfully Malachi does. He grabs his jaw, and their lips crash together.
“Oh, god,” she moans. Searing hot need ripples down my spine. Her walls grip my cock, milking me as she reaches the edge again, and I want to sink my fangs into her neck and fill her with my load, but Xavier yanks my head back, his eyes narrowed. He shakes his head. “Don’t come inside Ophelia.” Is he fucking serious? “Why the fuck not?” He licks his lips. “Because I want to taste her on you.” I grunt with frustration but slide out of her, leaving her wet and needy and on the edge. “I told you I was going to punish you, princess.” I flash her a wink and press a soft kiss on her forehead. “But
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We’re connected so deeply that it feels like four times the pleasure, and when Ophelia comes with a throaty cry, she drags the rest of us over the edge with her. I drown in the ecstasy of all four climaxes in one long, seemingly never-ending wave.
them and suck on ’em like popsicles.” Malachi snorts a laugh, but Ophelia gasps in horror. “What. No, you cannot freeze my tampons and …” She shakes her head, but Xavier simply pulls her into his arms and bands them so tightly around her she can’t move. “If you don’t hand them over of your own free will, I will simply remove them myself.” I shoot her a sympathetic look. “He will.” “No way. You are not putting my tampons in the freezer, Xavier. No.” He rests his lips on the top of her head. “We’ll see, Cupcake.” “We will not.”
moan. I chew on my lip, unable to believe I’m considering their suggestion, but I swear I’m as edgy as Malachi. My core throbs, eager for relief. I make my way to the quietest part of the library, my head bent low in the hope that nobody will notice that I’m on the verge of an earth-shattering orgasm. My legs shake more with each step I take toward that high.
unbuckles his belt, and a rush of arousal soaks my panties. He takes his cock out, stroking his hand up and down his thick, beautiful shaft. Precum beads on the slit of his crown, and I move to lick it off, but he grabs my hair and yanks me back. “Nuh-uh, princess. Not me.” He laughs darkly.
Because you’re dripping down your legs, Ophelia. You hear that pussy crying for me?
consequences.” Her bottom lip juts out, and once again, all I can think of is delivering those consequences myself. I need to get far away from her—for both our sakes. “Go inside. And if you leave this house again tonight, I will deal with you myself. Understand?” Sweet hell on earth, her pupils blow wide and she gasps in a raspy breath that lets me know she would enjoy that almost as much as I would.
would die for her as surely as I would take my next breath, but she has no need for such knowledge.