Promised in Blood: Chapter 14

I stare at the top of Ophelia’s head where a hint of her dark roots peek through the vibrant pink of her hair. She hasn’t colored it since shortly after she moved in, and I’ll never forget how the shower looked like someone had ravaged Barbie against the tiles before Ophelia scrubbed it clean.

She glances up from the book on her lap. “What are you smiling at?”

I guess I do have a goofy grin on my face. “I can’t help smiling when I’m watching you, sweet girl. Especially when you’re reading and you sit with your legs crossed like that. Because when I use this angle”—I tilt my head to the side—“I can see your pretty pink panties.”

Her cheeks flush pink now too.

“And that little damp spot on them too.” I rearrange my aching dick in my jeans.

“I do not have a damp spot,” she angry-whispers.

“Yeah you do, baby. And I know how much you enjoy reading.” Leaning forward, I slide my hand beneath her tiny skirt and brush the tip of my forefinger over said spot. “But please tell me this is all for me.”

She bites on her lip, giving a quick glance around the faculty library. As usual, it’s almost empty, and I’m not worried about anyone seeing us in our cozy little corner. “We’re supposed to be studying.”

I pull her panties aside and swipe my knuckles through her wet pussy. “I am studying. Discovering exactly what makes my girl wet.”

“I mean studying witchcraft.” She holds up her book of ancient spells as proof of what we should be doing.

I suck on my top lip and stare into her incredible blue eyes. It’s been less than a week since we started her lessons, and watching her learn so quickly and so greedily about our past has been nothing short of incredible. “You’ve been studying hard. I think it’s time for a test.”

I go on stroking her folds, and her breathing grows heavier. “W-what kind of test?”

“To see how much you’ve learned. Every time you get an answer right …” I swirl the tip of my finger around her entrance. “I’ll give you a reward.”

Her pupils blow wide. “What if I lose control in the library?”

I let out a laugh. “Oh, I won’t be making you come. I value my head too much to disobey the professor.”

Her lower lip trembles. She’s been denied orgasms since the night she set Alexandros’s office on fire, and my girl is on the edge. “But I can still make it feel nice. And every moment is a learning opportunity, right? If you can control yourself while I’m finger-fucking you in the library, I’m sure that will impress the professor.”

Her blush creeps down her neck, and I stifle a groan. I want to jump on her and fuck her into that leather chair. I want to make her come so fucking hard she screams this entire mountain down. And fuck, she’d feel so good squeezing around my cock while I did. “So, a test, Ophelia. Are you ready?”

She presses her lips together and nods.

I wink at her. “Good girl.”

Her heart rate spikes, and I suppress another laugh. “I’ll start easy. What must a witch have in order to channel magic?”

“Access to the element they have mastery over and a spell,” she announces proudly.

“Good girl,” I repeat, dipping my finger inside her.

She lets out a moan as I slowly slide in and out of her. “What are the three situations when a witch’s magic may not be effective, even if they have a spell and an element?”

She sucks in a breath. “When they’re on hallowed ground. When they’re surrounded by a magnetic field, and …” She bites on her lip, and I still my hand.

“And?”

“When there’s a counterspell in place,” she breathes out.

“Good fucking girl.” I push my finger deeper inside her, and she coats me in a rush of her cum. “Focus on your light, baby. I won’t let you lose control, okay?”

She nods. “Okay.”

“Can a witch give birth to a demon?”

She narrows her eyes. “We aren’t covering demons today.”

“I know, but we are covering witches.” I pull out and sink into her once more, and her pretty eyes roll in her head. “So answer me, or I’ll stop doing what I’m doing.”

She blows out a breath. “No. Only demons can give birth to demons. But witches can give birth to elementai, provided that their mate is a powerful demon.”

“That’s my smart girl.” I swipe the pad of my thumb over her clit when I drive back inside her this time. She trembles from head to toe and whimpers, clinging onto my arm. The air around us grows thinner and warmer.

“I gotta stop now, Ophelia.” I slide out of her, and she sinks back against the chair, her hands still gripping my forearm.

“Please, Malachi.” A tear rolls down her cheek. “This is torture. I need to …” A sob steals the rest of her words.

My heart throbs along with my cock. I pull her onto my lap and wrap my arms around her, nuzzling the sweet-smelling skin of her neck while I stroke her hair. “I know, sweet girl. Soon, okay? I want to give you what you need. You have no idea how badly, baby. But I can’t.”

She sniffs. “I know.”

“You want to finish up here and go home for some snuggles in bed? Axl and Xavier are out of town, so it’ll just be me and you. I’ll put your favorite movie on, and we can go to bed early so we can be ready for Thanksgiving tomorrow.”

“You’ll watch The Princess Bride for me?”

I run my nose over her throat. “I’ll watch anything for you.”

When we get back to the house, Axl and Xavier are in Axl’s room, lying on top of the covers in only their boxers.

I shrug off Ophelia’s backpack. “What are you two doing back so soon?”

“Got everything wrapped up quicker than expected. Our new recruits are pretty solid,” Axl replies, looking past me at the TV.

“Yeah,” Xavier agrees before he shouts obscenities at the ref.

Ophelia wrinkles her nose. “Ugh, basketball.”

“I promised our girl we could watch a movie, guys.” I kick Axl’s feet and peel off my T-shirt.

“As long as it’s not some sappy chick flick,” Xavier grumbles.

“We could always go to your room, Kai,” she says, fluttering her eyelashes. Axl’s bedroom is bigger than both mine and Xavier’s, so his has become everyone’s room now. Not including the professor, who still sleeps in his room downstairs alone. Except for the rare—but still too frequent—occasion when he sleeps with Ophelia.

“The fuck,” Axl says. “Get your ass into this bed, princess.” He pats the spot beside him. “Now.”

Xavier rolls onto his side, his eyes raking hungrily over my body as I pull off the rest of my clothes. “Yeah, I’ll watch whatever sappy shit the cupcake wants. I got something else to keep me occupied for at least half an hour.”

“I’m watching the movie,” I insist, but my cock, only just softened after fingering Ophelia in the library, is already hard again at what Xavier has in mind.

“I haven’t fucked you for days, Kai.” His eyes drop to my dick. “And looks to me like you need a little relief too.”

I glance at Ophelia, seeking her permission. After I left her on the edge, it doesn’t seem fair to get my rocks off right in front of her. “It’s okay. I’ll watch the movie with Axl. We can snuggle when you’re done.”

Axl opens his arms wide. “Yeah, come snuggle with me. I’ve missed you today.”

She jumps onto the bed and curls up beside him, and he wraps one arm around her while he grabs the TV remote with the other.

“Get your ass on the bed, Kai,” Xavier commands.

After getting completely naked, I crawl onto the bed and lie on my front next to Ophelia. Xavier grunts his approval as he climbs on top of me and drags his teeth down the back of my neck. I twist my head to face Ophelia and Axl. They watch us while Xavier takes my hand. He runs his nose over my fingers before sucking three of them into his mouth. “Why do you taste like the cupcake?” he asks with a growl.

A smile spreads across my face at the reason why. But Ophelia mutters something unintelligible, her embarrassment seeping through her pores. If only to spare her blushes, I tell Xavier to go to hell.

He pins me to the bed by the back of my neck, pressing down hard. “Why is that, Malachi?”

“Because we fooled around in the library,” I say, groaning. His dominance over me already has my body alight with desire.

Axl shifts onto his side with our girl still in his arms while Xavier keeps me pinned in place. “Did you make her come?”

I’m too distracted by Xavier’s rock-hard dick pressing against the seam of my ass to answer, but Ophelia does it for me. “No!”

“Dammit,” Xavier grumbles, running his nose down the side of my throat. “I thought the curse was lifted.”

I buck my hips, trying to hurry Xavier up, but he’s taking his sweet time, leisurely trailing his teeth along my skin.

“What curse?” Ophelia asks, snagging my attention.

My eyes lock on hers. “Not making you come isn’t only a ball-ache for you, sweet girl.” I twist my neck to get a view of Xavier. “A literal ball-ache for me right now. Could you get on with it?”

He growls and nudges my thighs apart with his knees. The head of my cock swells as he slips his fingers between my ass cheeks. “Love your hot ass, Kai.”

“Oh, god,” Ophelia rasps, and her face and neck are flushed bright red, her heart racing double-time. And fuck, the scent of her wet pussy isn’t only on my fingers now, it’s filling the whole room. “I d-don’t think I can watch. I can feel you both, and I’m so on edge and …” A deep, rasping breath stops her babbling.

“You gotta stop,” Axl warns.

I press my face into the pillow and groan.

“But everything’s a learning opportunity, right?” Xavier pushes himself off me, and I groan louder.

“Yeah,” Axl replies warily.

“Then switch with me,” Xavier says to him.

I’m so on edge, I don’t care who fucks me as long as one of them does, but what the hell is he doing?

Axl looks as suspicious of Xavier’s motives as I am. “Why?”

He takes Ophelia’s hand in his. “We’ve been doing some work on closing ourselves off from other people’s feelings, haven’t we, Cupcake?”

“Yeah.” She catches her lip between her teeth.

“So let’s let these two fuck, and we’ll work on tuning them out, okay?”

Axl’s eyes blaze with fire, and he grins at me. “You ready to be fucked good, Kai?”

Xavier punches him in the arm, but they switch places without waiting for my response. They know my answer already. I’d take either of them anytime and anywhere, especially while my girl gets to watch.