Bound in Blood (Broken Bloodlines Book 3)
Bound in Blood: Chapter 31

“You feel that?” Xavier shivers, his eyes flaming with heat and desire.

Yes, I fucking felt it. Every single nerve ending in my body felt it. Despite having already taken our fill of blood this afternoon, my fangs protract. I have never been more ravenous for a taste of anyone since I was first turned over two centuries ago.

Malachi grins. “Alexandros re-bonded with Ophelia.”

Xavier cracks his neck. “That means the blue poppy must be gone.”

“And that means we all get to feed?” I barely recognize the vicious growl that comes out of my mouth, but it comes from a place of deep yearning. Of a need so profound, I am sure I’ll die if I don’t taste her soon. Like on the day I first bit her, the beast inside me can no longer be contained.

We increase our speed, each of us as desperate as the other to get back to the house. To her. It takes but a few moments, and the house is quiet except for the sound of their beating hearts. My skin sizzles with anticipation, fangs throbbing with a delicious kind of ache, and I know my hunger will be sated very soon.

The bedroom door is open, and she lies on the bed with him, her pink hair fanned out over the pillow while he lazily runs his fingers down her abdomen. I want her so fucking bad it hurts.

“Hi,” she whispers, not needing to lift her head and see us to know we’re here.

“Hey, Cupcake,” Xavier says, already tugging off his clothes.

Malachi does the same. “Is the blue poppy out of your system?”

“Yeah.” Her voice is a soft breath I can feel on my skin even from here.

My cock presses painfully against the seam of my zipper. “How?”

It’s Alexandros who replies. “Our clever elementai figured out a way to remove the toxins herself using healing energy.”

“You’re so smart, sweet girl.” Naked, Malachi crawls onto the bed, trailing his mouth from her ankles all the way to the tops of her thighs as he goes. “I cannot fucking wait to taste you.”

She giggles. “Me too.”

Xavier follows him, and Alexandros rolls out of the way, allowing them both to get beside her, his eyes dark as he watches them with her. And I watch too, strangely transfixed by the sight of them together. Their need for her blood feels as keen as my own. Yet despite my feral instinct to bite, to drink from her and slake this thirst, I remain where I am. Watching. Waiting. Prolonging this agony because I know it will make the reward all the sweeter.

“I really fucking need you, Cupcake,” Xavier growls. “All of you.”

He and Malachi pull her into a kneeling position and situate themselves in front of her and behind her. I stalk around the edge of the bed to obtain a better view. From here, I see them all in profile. Her soft, supple body sandwiched between their hard ones. Her juicy tits pressed up against Xavier’s chest. Their stiff cocks digging into her ass and stomach.

Malachi collects her hair and wraps it around his fist, exposing the full length of her neck. “We’re gonna fuck while we feed, sweet girl.”

She shivers between them. My cock throbs, and I palm it over my jeans, desperate for some relief, and take a seat beside the window. Xavier and Malachi communicate without words or thoughts as they take her together. Their fangs sink into her flesh on either side of her neck while Malachi drives into her wet pussy. Then he pulls out and allows Xavier to do the same. They work together like that, each of them fucking her with a steady rhythm, not letting her tight pussy remain empty for more than a second. She cries out, and overwhelming pleasure permeates the room. Her power intoxicating, her taste addictive and delicious. But it’s the sounds the three of them make that nearly tip me over the edge as I slide my hand into my jeans and stroke my cock. Her cries. Their groans. Her wet pussy taking them both so well. A beautiful symphony of their union.

Alexandros watches them too, as transfixed by the three of them as I am. They are a beautiful sight as they come together, one single entity sharing an intense moment of euphoria and release. And by the time they’re done with her, I’m already on my feet, tearing off my clothes and growling like a starving animal that’s about to make its first kill in weeks. Such is the strength of my desire for her, I feel a spike of anxiety that I’ll hurt her as soon as I get my hands on her. Until I remember I can’t. Our bond won’t allow it, and I thank fuck for that because I have no idea how I’m going to hold back my desperation to take everything from her.

Malachi gently lays her trembling body down on the bed next to Alexandros, then shuffles out of my way with Xavier close behind. I crawl between her thighs, spreading them wider with my knees. Her chest heaves with every breath. The pulse in her throat flutters violently, silently begging for my fangs. Instead, I trail kisses up her thighs and skim her sweet pussy on my way to her stomach.

“Axl,” she moans, bucking her hips and threading her fingers through my hair, her desire still coursing through her despite the orgasm she just had. Not to mention the ones Alexandros no doubt gave her before we arrived.

“I know, princess. I’m fucking desperate to taste you and to fuck you while I do it. Would you like that?” She sinks her perfect teeth into her juicy lower lip and nods. “Did the professor fuck you too?”

She shakes her head, and I look to him, confused.

He arches an eyebrow. “Ophelia is ovulating.”

I turn my attention back to her and continue my mouth’s exploration of her tender flesh while I speak to them all through our bond. If only there was a way to fuck Ophelia that wouldn’t risk her getting pregnant, huh?

Xavier snorts a laugh, probably because that’s exactly the kind of thing he’d say. I’ve never been one to provoke the professor unnecessarily, but I am too far gone with need. The thought of taking him with her, of doing something similar to what Xavier and Malachi just did, is much too tempting to resist.

Ophelia’s eyes blow wide open, and her racing heart speeds up even farther, but she wants this as much as I do. Alexandros is a little more hesitant. He rolls onto his side and brushes his knuckles across her cheek. “Is that something you would like, Ophelia?”

She nods. “You know it is.”

“And you think you could take us both together? At the same time?” His voice is low and smooth, and even if she did have any doubts, I’m sure he just killed them. Flat-out. Dead.

She traps her lip between her teeth and nods.

“Words, Ophelia,” he commands.

“Yes sir.”

We all feel the effect that word has on him coming from her lips, and I suppress a grin because Ophelia has sealed her fate. “Very well. What do we have for lubrication?”

I swipe a finger through our girl’s soaking center and arch an eyebrow at him. “Cum?”

He grunts. “As tempting as that is, I was hoping for something a little more substantial.”

I press my lips to Ophelia’s ear. “Oh, princess, you are about to get fucked in the ass so hard.”

Her breath hitches in her throat, and her titanium-hard nipples graze my chest.

“There’s some actual lube in one of the other bathrooms,” Malachi says. I imagine he’s looking forward to watching the show as much I’m anticipating starring in it. Alexandros gives him a nod, and Malachi disappears from the room.

That figures; I’d expect no less from a house owned by wolves.

This will probably be easiest if Ophelia is riding you, Axl, Alexandros says inside my head. I am blocking her out, but I am not sure how long I will be able to continue to do so.

Taking that as my cue to act quickly, I roll onto my back and pull Ophelia to straddle me. “Come up here, princess. Slide yourself onto me.”

She does as she’s told, resting her palms flat on my abs to steady herself as she slowly impales herself on my rock-hard cock. Her silky-smooth heat envelops me, sending endorphins shuttling through my body at the speed of light. She feels so fucking good, and the ache in my fangs becomes even more painful as they throb with the desire to sink inside her too.

Malachi quickly returns with the lube, and Alexandros kneels behind Ophelia. She shivers when he runs a soothing hand down her back. “I will not hurt you, little one,” he says softly. “You might feel the desperate urge to fuck you into a coma within me, but I will not.”

She sucks in a breath. “I know.”

Hold her still for me, he orders, and I grab her hips, remaining fully seated inside her. Her inner walls ripple around my shaft, milking precum from my weeping slit. I’m gonna nut in her as soon as I taste her blood, but I don’t fucking care.

I feel him edge a finger inside, and it causes tremors of pleasure to vibrate through her entire body and into me.

“Oh, sir!” she cries.

“Ophelia.” He growls her name in warning, but my girl is on the edge too, and she’s not gonna make this easy on him or me. She knows what she does to us. Her power over each of us has nothing to do with her being an elementai and everything to do with the fact that we are addicted and obsessed with her to the point of insanity. We would all do anything in our power to make and keep her happy, and she knows it. We may appear to be in control here, but in truth, she holds the reins. And that’s never not true.

“I can take much more.” She purrs the words, and his dark eyes blaze with fire.

Please, sir, fuck her so I can bite her, because I’m gonna last about forty-five more seconds here.

I’m unable to tune her out the way he can, and she flutters her eyelashes at me before her eyes roll back in her head with one smooth thrust to the hilt from Alexandros that makes her go nuclear.

“Is this what you wanted, Ophelia?” He pulls out and drives inside her again as her teeth chatter. Then he looks over her shoulder at me and nods. “You may feed whenever you are ready, Axl.”

With a hand on the back of her neck, I pull her body to lie over mine and push her hair out of the way. She smells so incredible. I don’t wait a second longer to sink my fangs into her throat, and her delicious, soul-cleansing blood fills my mouth. It has only been a week, but it feels like I’ve been starved of her forever.

Fuck, princess, you taste even better than I remember. I slide my hands down her ribs and resettle them on her hips, holding her steady as we both drive inside her.

She mewls and whimpers and writhes, but Alexandros lays his body over hers, and between us, we pin her in place. He gathers her hair in one fist and bites into the other side of her neck. Together, we feed on her and fuck her, and I have never felt closer to him than I do at this moment. Ophelia’s orgasm tears through her, but we don’t give her any reprieve, and soon she’s hurtling toward another one.

Alexandros slides his hands between our perspiration-slicked bodies and slowly circles her clit. Her pleasure becomes so intense it borders on pain, but we keep her on the precipice of ecstasy, and I feel everything. Her desire and her euphoria. His. Mine. Xavier’s and Malachi’s. All of it builds to a crescendo, rising higher and higher until it feels like the air is sucked from the room and the ground shakes beneath us. And when it seems like we’re too high, too far gone to come back, we fall over the edge and free-fall into blissful oblivion.