Forged in Blood: A Dark Paranormal/ Fantasy romance (Broken Bloodlines Book 1)

Axl sits upright in bed, glaring at the doorway like he was expecting me. Ophelia sleeps soundly beside him, and he growls but keeps his voice low. “You can’t fucking have her, Xavier.”

I step into his room and close the door behind me, clicking my tongue against the roof of my mouth. “You think you’re going to stop me?”

“I’ll rip out your fucking throat if you touch her.”

“I’m sure it will be worth it.” Offering him a casual shrug, I step closer and pull off my T-shirt. I frequently recall the taste of her pussy on my fingers, but her blood … My fangs and my cock throb with hunger to take all of her and make her my own. I have felt the high it gives him, and even secondhand, it’s a rush.

He gets out of bed and comes to stand toe to toe with me, his bare chest pressed against mine, his vicious snarl vibrating through us both. “She’s mine.”

I tilt my head and glare at him. “Yeah, well, she’s about to be mine.”

He wraps a hand around my throat. “Do. Not. Fucking. Touch. Her.” He squeezes, and I wrench out of his grip, but he doesn’t budge when I shove him with both hands.

“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want, Axl.”

He bares his fangs and growls like a feral lion guarding its dinner. “Don’t make me hurt you, Xavier.”

I bark out a laugh. “Seriously? You think you’re capable of that, old man?” I push him again, and he lunges for my throat, but I dodge out of his way. He roars with frustration before coming at me again. This time he barrels into me, taking me down to the floor, and my head smacks against the carpet, making me bite my lip and draw blood.

“Axl!” Ophelia calls out, distracting him long enough that I manage to pin him on his back. I drive my knee into his groin and bask in his pained groan.

“Xavier! What the hell are you doing?”

Glancing over my shoulder, I flash her a grin. “Just coming for my prize, Cupcake.”

She blinks. “Your prize?”

Before she can take another breath, I pounce on her and wrap my hand around her slender throat. “Yes, my prize.”

“She’s not yours, asshole.” Axl pushes himself to his feet.

“Pretty sure she’s about to be.” I squeeze Ophelia’s throat harder. Her eyes widen with horror, and my pulse quickens. I’m going to bite her and fuck her, and there’s not a single thing she or Axl can do to stop me. I tip her head back, exposing an expanse of creamy pale skin.

“Xavier!” Axl’s hands are on me, but he knows my grip on her neck is too tight to risk trying to pull me off her.

“Xavier,” she says softly, her jugular vein pulsing beneath my palm.

Her scent invades every cell in my body, and there’s every chance I could rip her throat out with my fangs with the force of the hunger coursing through me. I have never needed or wanted anything more. She’s always smelled sweet, but something’s changed. Maybe when Alexandros rescinded his order not to bite her, my senses became more heightened in her presence.

Holding my gaze, she flutters her eyelashes, her blue eyes sparkling, and I’m done for. I’m vaguely aware of Axl cursing at me as I sink my teeth into her soft skin, but the second I taste her, everything else falls away. Her delicious taste floods my mouth, making my head spin with a heady mix of adrenaline and rapture. Her blood rushes through my veins, becoming a part of me. She becomes a part of me. And damn it all to hell and back, Axl could cut off my head right now and this would still be worth it.

We fall back on the bed, her on her back and me settling my body over hers as I continue to suckle at her vein. Despite my ravenous hunger, I feed way more gently than I ever have before. And although it surprises the fuck out of me, I have no desire to unpack what it means. Especially not when she moans, wrapping her legs around my waist and arching her back as I settle into a more comfortable position between her thighs. The perfect angle to rub my aching cock against her bare pussy.

And although I haven’t taken anywhere near my fill of her, I stop sucking as soon as I feel her blood flow slowing a little. Humans can stand to lose a couple of pints without any long-lasting effects, but she’ll begin to feel lightheaded if I drink much more. And the fact that I care about that, that I put her own needs above my own, also surprises the hell out of me.

I lick the trail of blood trickling down her neck before swirling my tongue over my bite marks to heal them. Next time I do this, I’m going to fuck her while I feed from her. The mere thought has my cock throbbing.

“Xavier.” She breathes out my name and threads her fingers through my hair, her eyelids fluttering while she rides the remnants of the high I gave her.

“You’re mine now too, Cupcake.” I press a kiss at the base of her throat, then unzip my jeans and free my hard length, nudging my crown at her slick entrance. A vampire’s bite is the best kind of foreplay, and this girl here is already dripping for me. “That means every part of you.”

She arches her back, taking the tip of me inside her tight pussy. “Yes.”

I can feel Axl’s rage simmering, but he doesn’t stop me, and I suspect he knows that he couldn’t. Not only because I’d kill him—or die trying—but also because she wants this as much as I do, and he’s incapable of denying her anything she wants. So I give her exactly what she deserves and sink my cock deep into her wet heat until her back bows and she cries out my name.

I pull out and drive back inside. “You feel so fucking good squeezing me like that, Cupcake.”This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

She whines like a needy little slut when I pull out of her again. “Damn, you love my cock, Ophelia. Did Axl not fuck you properly earlier?”

She gasps, and Axl grabs me by the hair, yanking my head back. “Don’t fucking push it,” he warns, but I ignore him, wrenching away and focusing on Ophelia’s face. Her cheeks are flushed the prettiest shade of pink and her eyes shimmer with tears, and for some reason I get an unfamiliar ache in my chest. Fuck me. I feel her fucking shame like it’s my own.

“I didn’t mean to embarrass you, Cupcake.” I press a kiss on her forehead and gather her in my arms. “I love the way you whimper when I pull out of you. It makes it all the sweeter”—I slide out of her again—“when I do this.” I sink balls-deep inside her, and my head fucking spins.

“Oh god,” she moans, her lips pressed to my neck.

“You must know he doesn’t exist,” I tell her with a wicked chuckle. “But I’ll be your god if you insist on calling out for him.”

I roll my hips and hit her G-spot. Her walls ripple around me, and she groans out my name instead.

I trail kisses over her throat, and my fangs ache to bite her again, but I hold back and listen to the sounds we make. “You’re so fucking wet for me, Ophelia. You hear how much your pussy wants me?”

“Yeah,” she whimpers.

Axl lies on the bed beside us, watching me pull out of her again and smiling at the frustrated groan she lets out when I don’t immediately push back inside. Instead, I flip her onto her stomach and spread her legs wide with my knees before I take her again. I pull back her hair and press her body into the mattress, resting my lips at her ear while I rut into her and draw out a series of needy whimpers and moans.

“Oh, you’re so fucking tight like this, Cupcake. I’m gonna fuck you every way and everywhere I can. You’re gonna be full of my cock every fucking day.”

Her body trembles at my words, and I glance at Axl. His earlier rage at me has already dissipated. It’s clear to us both that her being with me doesn’t weaken his bond with her. In fact, it’s only gotten stronger. I feel his connection with her, and I feel him more than I ever have before.

I grin at him. “You want to make her come with me?”

He turns onto his side and slides his hand between her and the mattress. He must start playing with her clit because she gasps before sinking her teeth into the pillow, her walls fluttering around me. I swirl my tongue over the shell of her ear. “That’s my filthy little slut. Wait until we fuck you together, Cupcake.”

There’s no shame from her this time. She lifts her head and cries out, sinking her teeth into her juicy bottom lip. I’m desperate to do the same. I close my eyes and grunt with the effort of not giving in to that particular desire.

“You won’t hurt her if you bite her,” Axl assures me. “You can’t.”

I swallow. I can’t explain why or how, but I know that to be true. As sure as I know my heart is beating, I know that I am incapable of harming her.

“And feeding on her while you come …” He finishes his sentence with a guttural moan.

Growling, I thrust deeper inside her. “Can I bite you again, Cupcake?”

“Please,” she whines.

I lift her head and lick the pulse fluttering in her throat. Her pussy spasms around me, and I can smell how close she is to the edge. The monster inside me demands to take over and fuck her into oblivion, but I can’t let him. Not yet. One day, after I’ve taught her how to take my cock in all her holes like a good slut, I’ll let him loose. But not today.

My cock aches with the need for release, mirroring the throbbing in my fangs as they graze her soft skin. Her flesh yields to their sharpness with a satisfying pop before her delicious, soul-soothing blood coats my tongue. She cries out, her muscles squeezing my shaft tighter as her orgasm takes hold, and the pleasure running through her veins makes her taste all the sweeter.

My balls are heavy with the need to come, and I drive deeper and harder into her tight, wet center, suckling her neck until I’m completely engulfed by her. Blinding light steals my vision. Fire and ecstasy burn through me, lighting up every cell in my body. I swear the very earth beneath us trembles. And I lose myself in her, giving her every single fucking thing that I am.

I may have walked into this room intending to claim her, but I ended up handing myself over at the same time. Every atom that makes up my existence belongs wholly and irrevocably to Ophelia Hart.