Chapter 32: Forged in Blood: Chapter 30

I fall onto my bed and bury my head in my pillow. Recalling the look on Ophelia’s face hurts so much. I try to block it out because even thinking about it makes nausea roll in the pit of my stomach.

Footsteps pad into the room, and I groan. “Go away!”

Ignoring me, he sits on the bed. A rough hand skates over my back and palms the nape of my neck. “I said go away, Xavier.”

He lies on top of me, running his tongue along the side of my throat. “But I don’t wanna.”

I want to wallow in my own misery, but my body betrays me. I push my ass into him and grind against his hard length.

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.”

He makes a tutting sound and sinks his fangs into my neck. The sharp pain that lances through my body makes me groan. He always knows what I need, and this is what I deserve after hurting Ophelia the way we did. Not that I’m usually concerned about the fickle emotions of humans. Despite what Axl and Xavier say about my soft nature, I’m perfectly capable of cruelty. Sometimes I even revel in it. But compared to those vicious fucks, I guess I do come across as the sensitive one.

Ordinarily, causing someone to cry wouldn’t register on my radar, let alone cause me a second of discomfort, but Ophelia is … I drag in a breath as Xavier goes on sucking my blood. I recall her scent. The taste of her lips. How she moaned into my mouth when Axl was eating her pussy.

She’s so kind and sweet and good. So fucking good. Despite all the shitty things that have happened to her, she sees the best in people. Sees the best in me. And since the day I was turned, I haven’t cared one iota about anyone seeing me for anything other than the monster I am.

So what is it about Ophelia Hart that calls to the last shreds of humanity in my blackened soul?

Xavier works my pants down farther, tugging them over my ass cheeks and letting them rest on the tops of my thighs, his fangs still embedded in my neck. Stop thinking about Cupcake when I’m about to fuck you, pup.

I growl. I’ll think about whoever the fuck I want.

He fumbles with his jeans, and a few seconds later, the head of his thick cock is nudging at my ass. He’s going to make this hurt, and that’s precisely what I need. His hand slides up my back, fingers rough on my skin until they reach my throat. He pulls my head back sharply and sucks harder as he drives his thick cock inside me.

“Fuck, Xavier!”

He rips his teeth from my throat and tears out a chunk of flesh. “Not thinking about her now, huh?” He pulls out and slams back inside.

I grunt harshly, pushing myself back and taking as much of him as I can get while he laps at the blood pouring from the wound in my neck until it slows to a trickle and finally heals.

His lips return to my throat, this time kissing and nipping gently as he slows his pace. “I love fucking your tight ass, Kai,” he groans. “You are such a good boy for me.”

I press my face into the pillow. I don’t want to be his good boy, but my body is too weak to resist him. I’m too weak. Driven by the pleasure that his unique brand of pain brings me so that I can forget about the agony lingering at the edges of my consciousness. That other pain waits patiently, sentient and confident in its knowledge that the moment will come when I’m not overwhelmed by the delicious torture being delivered by Xavier’s mouth and cock. It lurks, big and bold, ready to tear at my soul.

With a growl of frustration, Xavier tears my T-shirt in half and trails hungry kisses over my skin while he fucks me. I arch my back, giving into the exquisite pleasure that his body brings mine.

He burrows his hand between me and the mattress and wraps his fingers around the base of my shaft, squeezing so hard that my eyes roll back in my head.

He laughs darkly, his lips not leaving my hot skin. “That’s it, pup. Let me fuck it all better.”

Oh fuck! Heat slides up the base of my spine, spreading out to my limbs. He jerks me off to the same rhythm that he fucks me, and my cock aches with the need for release. “You can let go, Kai. I’ve got you.” He follows it up with an evil chuckle before sinking his fangs into my shoulder blade, and I lose all sense of space and time.

My climax erupts out of me, soaking Xavier’s knuckles, and he moves his hand to my mouth. “Suck them clean.”

I flick my tongue over his cum-streaked fingers, and he groans, rocking into me a few more times before he roars his release.

When he’s finished, he collapses on top of me, pinning me to the mattress with his forehead resting between my shoulder blades.

“I think we both needed that, pup,” he says quietly.

I sure as hell did.

“You two done?” Axl climbs into the bed and lies facing us, propping himself up on one elbow. An emotion I don’t think I’ve felt from him before seems to pour out of him. Desolation. Am I projecting?

Grunting, Xavier rolls off me and onto his side, sandwiching me between the two of them. I flip onto my back, and they each rest a hand on my stomach, their fingertips touching.

The air is thick with unspoken tension. “How pissed was he?” I ask.

Axl sighs and rubs the spot between his brows. “Super fucking pissed. Even more than that time we destroyed the main house.”

“Damn,” I mumble.

“Fuck,” Xavier mutters.

“Yeah. But he was more than pissed. He was …” Axl pauses for moment before continuing. “Curious, you know? I mean, did you feel it? What happened when I tasted her?”

Hell yeah, we fucking felt it. Whatever it was, I’ve never felt anything more intense or spectacular, and I’m practically green with envy knowing that I won’t get to feel it for myself.

“It was fucking incredible. I swear I have never felt a fucking rush like it.” Axl blows out a breath.

Nor have I, and I only felt it secondhand. Who or what the hell is Ophelia Hart, and why are we forbidden from biting her? “Did he say what she is?” I turn my head and study his face. “Give any more information about why we’re not supposed to bite her? Why he made us tear out her fucking heart?”

Axl frowns. “He wouldn’t tell me. Suggested maybe she’s some kind of witch, but I didn’t buy it. He was trying to placate me.”

I stare back up at the ceiling and wonder why the fuck the man we trust more than anyone else is keeping so many secrets from us. While Alexandros Drakos can be cruel and ruthless, he has never given us any reason to think he doesn’t trust us. Nor has he given us reason to doubt him. Yet there is clearly something about my sweet pink-haired girl he’s refusing to tell us about.

Xavier snorts and pulls my attention back to the conversation. “It figures you’d be the one to break the rules and get away with it, golden boy.”

Axl reaches over me and hits him in the chest. “I didn’t break the rules, fuck-knuckle. But I bet you would’ve loved if I had though, right? See him tear my head off?”

Xavier narrows his eyes. “Don’t be so fucking dramatic. All I’m saying is you got to taste her, and we never will. It’s unfair.”

Axl rolls over onto his back and puts his hands behind his head. “Yeah, well, I’m kind of sorry I did because all I can fucking think about is tasting her again. It’s like being given the one thing you’ve always wanted and only getting to have it for a second. Then having to go the rest of your life knowing you’ll never feel that good again.”

I’ve been feeling sorry for myself, but now I realize how much worse he has it. Xavier must be thinking the same thing because he reaches over me and rests his hand on Axl’s chest. “Fuck,” Axl groans. “We have to go clean up the mess we left in the parking lot.”

Xavier and I grunt our agreement, but none of us move. I suspect we’re all trying to process what the hell happened tonight.

More importantly, who—and what—the hell is Ophelia Hart?