Forged in Blood: A Dark Paranormal/ Fantasy romance (Broken Bloodlines Book 1)

For some reason, both Malachi and Xavier climbed into the back seat with me, so the three of us are squashed together in the back of the red Mustang.

I wedge my hands between my thighs to stop myself from fidgeting. I can’t get the image of the mess they left in the parking lot out of my head. What the hell is going to happen when someone finds those bodies?All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Xavier lets out a low frustrated growl. I look down at my chunky thighs, and heat flushes over my cheeks. “I’m sorry. Am I taking up too much room? I guess you’re used to smaller girls than me sharing the back seat.”

“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.”

Wow! Heat from my cheeks races down my neck and chest.

“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.

I yank my skirt back down, trying to push his hand away at the same time, but he simply laughs at my effort. “If that were true, why are you and Axl so mean to me?”

He looks at me like I’m an idiot. “Didn’t the boys who liked you ever pull your hair in grade school?”

I roll my eyes. “No, because that’s bullshit, and besides …” I shake my head, annoyed with myself for buying into whatever cruel game he’s trying to play with me.

He trails his fingertips over my knee and along the inside of my thigh, raising goosebumps over my flesh along the way. “Besides?”

“Boys don’t like me that way. So you can stop whatever game you’re playing because I don’t buy it for a second.”

Xavier scowls. “You don’t buy it, huh?” I shake my head, and he takes my hand and places it over his dick. His incredibly large and very hard dick. “How about now?”

“Stop teasing me, Xavier.”

He grins, revealing the tips of his fangs, and slides his hand farther up my thigh until he reaches the apex. One finger brushes my panties, and he curls a fingertip around the edge of the fabric and tugs it aside before dragging his pointer finger through my sensitive center.

“The teasing hasn’t even started yet, Ophelia.” He presses his lips close to my ear. “But this teasing we do tonight will be the best kind, I promise.”

“Stop,” I whimper, my eyes fluttering closed.

“Why would I stop when we all know how much you want this?” He releases a wicked laugh. “You think we can’t all smell you dripping for us?”

My cheeks burn with shame. “You can’t.”

Xavier growls. “You’re soaked, Cupcake, and I didn’t have to touch you to know that.”

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 close my eyes, willing this all to be a dream. At least then it won’t hurt when the inevitable happens and they reveal this has all been some kind of sick joke.

“Your heart is beating faster than a racehorse,” Xavier goes on. “And when I do this …” He skates a fingertip over my clit, and my stomach contracts with pulsing need. Xavier chuckles.

“Yeah, she likes that,” Malachi says with a groan. The fact that they’re so easily able to tell what’s going on in my body makes me feel way too vulnerable.

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.”

I swallow, not wanting to admit that I’ve never done this before. Never had sex. Never even used any kind of toy, although I’ve thought about it often. But before I can offer any protest at all, Xavier applies a little more pressure to my clit, and my back arches, a keening moan pouring out of my throat. Why does that feel so good? So good that I’m willing to forget that this must be a cruel prank. I rock against his fingers, seeking relief for the throbbing ache in my core.

I fist my hands in his T-shirt, unable to stop the soft whimpers coming from my mouth. I glance down at his thick-veined forearm, his muscles flexing as he works his fingers over my sensitive bundle of nerves.

Malachi pushes himself up to his knees, and my eyes are drawn to him, notably the outline of his thick cock straining against the zipper of his jeans.

Maybe they do want me. He unfurls my fingers from Xavier’s T-shirt and places my hand over his dick. I squeeze gently, and the deep growl it elicits from him makes me bolder. I rock my hips against Xavier’s skilled fingers, chasing more friction, but he refuses to give it to me, continuing to gently tease me while he licks a path along my throat.

“Please?” I beg, against all my better judgment.

Xavier groans. “Begging will only get you fucked harder, Ophelia.” He tips his head back and sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. “Get us the hell home, Axl, or I’m gonna fuck her right here in the car.”

Axl grunts. “We’ll be there in five minutes.”

A violent wave of euphoria has wetness slicking my inner thighs. Malachi leans forward, one hand still holding mine against his hard length, and licks the bow of my lips. I part them on a gasp, allowing him to slide his tongue inside my mouth and take me in a bruising kiss. With Xavier’s lips on my neck, his fingers toying with me, and Malachi’s heady kiss stealing the breath from my lungs, I feel a familiar stirring in my abdomen. Except it feels so much more intense than anything I’ve experienced alone. I’m going to scream. Shatter into a thousand pieces. And in front of these men, two of whom—at best—have bullied me for the past month and a half for their own sick amusement. At worst, they actually hate me and are only doing this to torture me further.

I want to stop it. I want to not be so vulnerable and exposed, not in front of them, but I’m powerless. My back bows in half and my fingers claw at Xavier as my body ignites like it’s been struck by lightning. Pleasure snakes through my limbs before exploding in my core. My head spins. My heart races. I pant for breath.

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.”