Bound in Blood (Broken Bloodlines Book 3)
Bound in Blood: Chapter 25

Xavier slumps against me, his eyelids fluttering, and I pick him up and carry him to the bed. My eyes roam his perfectly toned body. I was a fool waiting so long for this. More so for making him think he was the problem when my desire for him made me keep him at arm’s length, albeit unconsciously. That my coldness toward him contributed to the way he has underestimated himself all these years does not escape me.

The removal of our bond once again allowed me to truly see him for who he is—the same strikingly beautiful, addictively charismatic young man I first encountered so many years ago. The one who burned with shame because of his father’s cruelty to him. I took great pleasure in breaking every bone in that old man’s body before drinking him dry. But my desire for his son, which I kept buried for so long, came rushing back to me as soon as I saw him again yesterday.

“Sir?” Xavier’s voice cracks as he blinks up at me, questioning whether what happened was real or imagined. He is a paradox. Powerful and vulnerable. Confident yet so unsure of himself. I saw all of that and more in him over two hundred years ago, and it still captivates me now.

I sit on the bed beside him and run the pad of my thumb across his full lips. “Yes, I just fucked you, pup.”

His throat works as he swallows, his blue eyes narrowed in uncertainty. I have not been the sire he deserves. Nor the man. “It was …” He licks his lips and does not finish the sentence.

I crawl over him and press him down with the weight of my body. A groan pours out of him. Running my nose along the thick column of his throat, I inhale deeply, and his unique scent floods my senses. “It was what?”

He sucks in a ragged breath, his fingers skating up my spine until they replace my hair. But his movements are cautious and unsure, and I suppose that is to be expected given our history. “Incredible.” He closes his eyes, as if embarrassed by his admission.

“I agree, Xavier.”

His eyes snap open, and the spark of hope that flares bright in his chest lights me up too. “You do?”

“Did I not fuck you as well as you have ever been fucked in your life?”

The corners of his lips twitch. “Yeah.”

I grind myself against him, my cock already stiffening at the sensation of his skin against mine. “And you think I did not enjoy it as much as you did? I am almost hard again, and that is all for you.”

His eyes shine with unshed tears. “Why did you shut me out? You made me feel like I was nothing.”

A growl of frustration rumbles in my chest, but it is aimed at my own shortcomings, not at him. I rest my forehead against his and speak through our bond. It was easier for me to ignore this side of myself with you, Xavier. And for that, I am sorry.

“You could have … Just once, you could have⁠—”

I cut him off by sealing my lips over his. My tongue slides into his mouth with no resistance, and I devour him. Sinking deeper, I take everything he has and give him all he desires. Everything he deserves. Pouring into him all the things I should have told him but never had the courage to. His hands are no longer cautious as they rake through my hair and down my back, fingers kneading my muscles. Loud, guttural moans bubble up into his throat, and I swallow them whole.

Sir, he says through our bond. Please don’t do this if you’re not … His chest heaves with a strangled sob, and it is enough to force me to tear my mouth from his.

I do not need to ask him what he was going to say, nor do I need to read his mind. It is written clearly on his face—the fear that I am going to use him and toss him aside. Or even worse, make him forget. I brush his cheek with my knuckles. “I told you, Xavier, that you are mine. Always. I will not ever take this from you. From us. I give you my word.”

His hand fists in my hair, and he pulls me back to him, but before I resume our kiss, I dust my lips along his jawline, teasing him until he moans my name.

“You are so beautifully delicious,” I murmur, my lips trailing his collarbone as my fangs ache with the need to taste him again. His carotid artery pulses beneath his skin, his blood flowing so tantalizingly close to my mouth. Using my knees, I spread his thighs apart. After settling between them, I notch the head of my cock at his ass. I want to sink inside him again so badly my body aches.

He grunts. “Do it.”

I let out a dark laugh. “You want me inside you again, pup?”

He bucks his hips, and his hard length digs into my abdomen. “Yeah. Please!”

Teasing him is delicious torture, for I know the sweet relief that awaits me as soon as I decide to take it. “I have told you not to beg, Xavier. It does not become you.”

“So stop teasing me and fuck me already,” he says, groaning.

I relent and grant him his wish, and my fangs pierce the tender flesh of his throat at the same time I drive inside him.

“Fuck!” He grits out the word, his arms banded around my back as he bears down on me. His warmth envelopes me as I feed and fuck and take what I have been denying myself for far too long.

Please don’t stop. His pained plea rings out inside my head.

I have no intention of stopping, pup. Not until you are a trembling mess and unable to walk.

I feel him smile, his hand sliding up my back until he is gripping my hair. Are you sure about that, old man?

His impudence would draw my ire in any other circumstance, but here, with my cock and my fangs buried inside him, it simply fuels the flames of my desire for him. I do slow my thrusts a little, and he whines.

I would make you regret that. Except I am sure the only thing that could make you feel such a way would be for me to stop, and we have already established that is not going to happen.

“Then I guess you’d better prove it.”

I rip my teeth from his neck and lick the residue of his coppery blood from my lips. “I intend to.”

A soft tapping comes from the other side of the door, and I already know it is Ophelia before I call out for her to enter. “You do not have to knock.”

She gives me a shy smile. “I just wanted to make sure you were both …” She presses her lips together. “Uh … done.”

I sometimes forget the strange notions humans have about sex. She is perfectly aware and accepting of the boys being together, but is this different for her? As possessive as I am when it comes to her, that does not extend to my boys, and I assumed the same would be true for her. But perhaps I should have spoken with her beforehand. “How much did you feel?”

Her cheeks flush the brightest shade of pink. “All of it.”

Xavier opens one eye. “You should have joined us, Cupcake.”

She bites on her lip and makes her way to the bed. “I didn’t want to interrupt. Bonding is special. Intimate, right?”

I grab her wrist and pull her to lie between us. She squeals, snuggling between our bodies. “Yes it is, little one.” I run my nose over her hair. “And I am desperate to bond with you again.”

“I’m desperate too. Six more days, right? And then you can bite me all over?”

Sweet demons of the netherworld. She lives to test my willpower. “Six very long and torturous days.”

“I can’t wait to taste you again, Cupcake,” Xavier says with a groan. “No blood is as sweet as yours.”

She rests her chin on her hands and flutters her eyelashes. “That’s sure good to know.”

I catch his eye over the top of her head. “There are other parts of your little cupcake that are almost as sweet as her blood, Xavier.”

He smirks. “You know, I believe you’re right, Professor.”

She squeaks. “I haven’t showered yet today.”

Xavier tips his face to the ceiling, his plump lower lip caught between his teeth, and groans. “Fuck me, Cupcake. That means you’re full of Alexandros’s cum too. Is that supposed to make me want to eat you less?”

She presses her lips together and covers her eyes. “Axl’s too,” she whispers.

Xavier gasps, faking shock. “You are a naughty cupcake.” He smacks her ass, and she squeals with delight.

I have an idea, I tell Xavier.

His eyes flash wickedly. I’m in.

I run my thumb over Ophelia’s soft lips. “I have not kissed you nearly enough since we were reunited, Ophelia.”

“I agree,” she murmurs, staring at me with love and lust shining in her eyes.

I hum whilst using the bond to tell Xavier to lie between my thighs so I can maneuver her into the right place. Before she can make another sound, I quickly remove her T-shirt and panties, and then I dust my mouth over hers. “So I think I am going to kiss these beautiful lips.” I lift her to straddle the both of us, with her knees on either side of my waist and her pussy directly over Xavier’s mouth. “While Xavier kisses these ones.” I swipe a finger through her slick heat.

The skin on her neck is bright pink now too. Her heart beats faster in her chest, and the scent of her arousal has my cock digging into the ridge of muscle between Xavier’s shoulder blades.

“Sit down, Cupcake,” Xavier orders.

She lowers herself enough that he can swipe his tongue over her flesh. Her eyes roll back as, to my amusement, he growls his frustration. “Sit, Ophelia. Do not squat. Do not hover. I am a vampire. I cannot suffocate—and even if I could, it would be a price worth paying. So sit your sweet fucking cunt all the way down on my face right now.”

She looks at me, her expression caught between hesitation and wanton desire. “I can think of few more pleasant ways to pass the time than having my face buried in your sweet pussy, agápi mou. Do as he says.”

She gives a jerky nod and drops her full weight. His resulting groan is so dramatic that I am unable to suppress my laugh.

As his tongue flicks out and he begins to work her over, I take her mouth with mine, swallowing her moans and whimpers as he brings her to the edge of ecstasy. Being the benevolent and helpful sire I am, I assist him as much as I am able. I palm her beautiful breasts and tease her hard nipples whilst exploring the recesses of her mouth and savoring the taste of her that I have so deeply missed. Xavier is right—she does taste like cupcakes. Sweet and tempting and too delicious to resist. So we do not hold back, both of us devouring her, taking all we can.