Promised in Blood (Broken Bloodlines Book 2)
Promised in Blood: Chapter 22

“Focus, Ophelia,” Alexandros snaps as his frustration with me grows deeper.

Asshat. Like I’m not frustrated too. “I am focusing! But we’ve been doing this for hours. I’m tired and I’m hungry.” And I want a hug.

He closes the distance between us with a single step. “Your enemies will not care if you are tired.” He dusts his knuckles over my cheek, and there is a tenderness there that does not translate to his harsh tone. “Nor will they care if you are hungry.”

I fold my arms across my chest. “Surely we have done enough for today.”

His lip curls, revealing a hint of his fangs and sending a shiver down my spine. I flutter my eyelashes. “There are much more interesting things we could be doing than lessons.”

He runs his tongue over his fangs, eyes raking hungrily up and down my body. “Do not try to use your body to bargain with me, little one. It will not work. If you flutter those pretty eyes at me again, I will force you to your knees and have you suck my cock.” He grips my jaw tightly. “And then we will resume our lessons.”

He releases me, and my lip juts out in protest. It’s so unfair that I’m the only one who suffers because of my stupid powers. Powers I didn’t even ask for.

His eyes darken, piercing into mine while anger radiates from him in a fierce wave. I swallow a knot of trepidation. I’m not sure I will never get used to his ability to read my mind. “Your powers are a gift, Ophelia. There are people who would die for even a fraction of what you possess. Do not disrespect the universe by wishing them away. Do you think that we do not suffer with you? That every day I do not wish we were not burdened with this knowledge?”

Resentful tears burn behind my eyes. “You think I’m a burden?”

He sighs, and it does nothing to soothe the anger currently burning inside me. Anger, Frustration. Lots of frustration. I lived without mind-blowing orgasms for nineteen years, so why can’t I function for more than a few weeks without one?

“I never⁠—”

“I don’t care what you were going to say,” I cut him off, and he snarls at my impertinence, unused to overt displays of disobedience. “I am not one of your sireds. You don’t get to push me around and act like I’m your responsibility, because I’m not. I looked after myself just fine before I met any of you.”

I spin on my heel and march out of the room, half expecting him to come after me and irrationally growing more annoyed when he doesn’t. I head straight for the fridge and root around for something that will sate my hunger, except that I’m not hungry anymore. I’m boiling mad. My skin is on fire. My palms sweaty. I lean into the refrigerator, letting its cool air rush over my skin as I blow a strand of hair from my damp forehead.

“Looking for something in particular, sweet girl?” Malachi’s hand appears on my shoulder as he peers inside the fridge with me. “You want me to make you something?” he asks upon seeing the limited contents.

A tear rolls down my cheek, and I swat it away. “Hey, what’s wrong?” he asks, his deep voice so soft and soothing that it makes me want to cry even more.

“I think the cupcake is feeling a little frustrated,” Xavier says with a wicked chuckle.

I slam the fridge closed and turn to him, giving him the fiercest glare I can muster. “Not everything is about sex, Xavier.”

He arches an eyebrow. “No?”

I fold my arms across my chest while he stalks toward me, my breathing growing heavier and a dull ache building between my thighs. “Haven’t I already explained how this works? Having all of us in your head …” He places his palm over my hammering heart. “Running through your veins …” His free hand slides to the back of my neck, and he dips his head until his mouth is close to my ear. “Would be enough to drive anyone insane with sexual frustration, Ophelia.” His lips dust over my neck. “You know if we could simply make you come that it would all feel so much better, right?”

My legs tremble as heat floods my core. “Y-yes,” I pant.

“Can’t we do something to help ease her suffering?” Malachi’s pleading tone ignites a spark of hope in me.

“I have an idea,” Axl says, joining us in the kitchen.

Oh, please let it be a good one. “What is it?” I peer over Xavier’s shoulder and see Axl smirking.

He grabs the keys to his Mustang from the counter. “How about we all take a ride? Get away from campus for a few hours?”

Xavier laughs darkly. “Hell yes.”

Malachi presses a kiss to my temple. “Sounds good to me, baby.”

Getting away from campus—getting away from the professor and his rules sounds like the best idea I’ve heard all week. “Me too.”

Axl winks at me. “Then let’s get out of here.”

A few minutes later, I’m squeezed between Xavier and Malachi in the back seat of the Mustang while Axl drives as fast as the car will go. I have no idea where he’s taking us, only that he’s headed away from where we were, and that’s good enough for me.

Xavier slips his hand beneath my skirt and tugs at my panties. “I know we don’t need these, do we, Cupcake?”

I bite down on my lip, my heart racing like a prize-winning stallion, and nod at him. I am so close to the edge that I’m worried I might explode as soon as he touches me, but I’m way too desperate to stop him.

“Good girl.” He tugs my underwear down my legs, then holds the material to his nose and inhales deeply. A loud, feral-sounding growl rumbles in his chest. “Fuck me, Cupcake.”

Malachi chuckles and wraps an arm around my shoulder, nuzzling my neck while he lifts my leg so it’s resting on his. His rough hand glides up to the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, and I whimper as he edges closer to the place where it feels like all my nerve endings have converged into a singular point.

Xavier hums his approval and does the same to my other leg, and now both their hands coast tantalizingly closer to my aching core.

Axl adjusts the rearview mirror, angling it so he has the best view of me spread open for his two best friends in the back seat. Their hands edge closer. Axl winks at me in the mirror. I’m going to fall apart.

Malachi slides a finger through my center, and my moan fills the small space. “You’re drenched already, baby,” he groans.

“I love this fucking car. Don’t let Ophelia set it on fire,” Axl commands.

“Naw.” Xavier’s breath dusts over my neck. “We won’t let her come yet. Still just playing.” He flicks the tip of his forefinger over my clit, and my hips buck off the seat, but I’m quickly pushed back down by the two giant vampires on either side of me.

My entire body quivers at their touch, and I whimper, shamelessly desperate for more. I want them inside me. On me. All over. “What the hell is wrong with me?” I gasp out the words as I pant for breath.

Malachi’s lips brush my ear. “Our horny little elementai.”

Xavier continues teasing my sensitive flesh. “You think you can handle a little more? You won’t set the car on fire if I slip my finger inside you, will you?”

“No!” I shake my head, frantic for him to do just that. “I need you to.”

He hums, his mouth dangerously close to my skin while he lazily circles my clit. Malachi kisses my neck and squeezes the tender meat of my thigh, massaging it in his powerful hand and giving me just enough of a distraction from Xavier.

Xavier slides his finger through my dripping center, so close to where I want him. I try to buck my hips, but they hold me in place. “Naughty, Ophelia.”

“Please!” I whimper.

“We’re all going to be inside you as soon as we get out of this car,” Malachi says softy in my ear.

Pleasure spikes through my core. “That’s n-not helping.”

“Will this help?” Xavier asks as he dips his finger inside me.

“Oh my⁠—”

Xavier sinks his finger in to the knuckle and growls, baring his teeth. “Do not say his name while I’m inside you. I told you he doesn’t exist.”

I bite down on my lip, trying to focus on keeping a hold on the gamut of sensations rushing through my body and sending burning heat down my limbs.

“Her skin’s on fire, Xavier,” Malachi says, concerned. “Take it easy.”

Xavier drags his fangs over the pulse in my throat and slowly slides his finger in and out of me. “You underestimate our little cupcake. She’s got much more control than anyone gives her credit for.”

I whimper at his praise, and he winks. Then he presses his sinfully hot mouth to my ear while he goes on lazily fingering me. “I hope you’re ready, because you’ve got all three of us desperate to fuck you.”

Every cell in my body feels like it’s about to explode into a million tiny fireworks. I close my eyes and focus on my light, watching the dazzling white orb flickering, growing brighter with each passing second as I channel all the feelings coursing through my nerve endings into it.

Malachi runs his nose down the column of my throat, a low growl emanating from his chest and vibrating through me. He swipes the tip of his finger over my sensitive flesh, and my thighs tremble violently. “So desperate to eat you and fuck you, baby. Axl says you get stronger every day, and you’re gonna need your strength.” He grabs my hand and places it on his dick, which is currently harder than granite. “Because we’re all on the edge as much as you are.”

I don’t think that’s possible. I speak through our bond, unable to string that many words together with my mouth right now.

“It’s possible, princess. You’re gonna find out exactly how possible as soon as I stop this car,” Axl replies.

Oh dear lord. I can see my headstone now:

Here lies Ophelia Hart. Cause of death: multiple orgasms. But at least she died with a smile on her face.