Chapter 50: Forged in Blood: Chapter 48

I’m stretching to return a book to its appropriate place on the shelf when an overwhelming current of desire strikes me. I clamp my thighs together and stifle a whimper. What the hell was that?

You make me so fucking hard, Kai, Xavier growls.

Malachi moans. So shut up and fuck me.

I glance nervously around the library despite knowing nobody else can hear what’s going on in my head. Well, except for the guys already having sex in there. What the hell are you two doing?

Xavier comes back with a wicked laugh. Fucking.

Do you have to do it in my head, though? Can’t you speak out loud to each other? I’m in the library.

We know, baby. Malachi laughs now too. But even if you couldn’t hear us, you’d still feel this.

I have no idea what they do, but I’m hit with another rush of desire that has wetness slicking between my thighs.

Xavier speaks again. Such a good fucking boy for me, pup.

Malachi grunts.

A third wave of euphoria washes over me, and I hold onto the shelf before my legs betray me. This is so damn hot I can barely think straight.

Oh, hellfire! I pant in my head.

You enjoying this, Cupcake? You feel how good Kai’s tight ass feels?

My head is filled with Malachi’s moans and Xavier’s grunts.

Heat races down my neck and chest, and I squeeze my thighs tighter to stop the ache in my core, but nothing helps. I’m dripping wet and aching for relief, and nobody is even touching me.

Touch yourself, Cupcake. Let me see if I can get you and Kai off at the same time.

I glance around the quiet library again. I c-can’t.

Yeah you can, baby. Go to that quiet spot at the back where I first fucked you, Malachi says, before letting out another desperate moan.

I chew on my lip, unable to believe I’m considering their suggestion, but I swear I’m as edgy as Malachi. My core throbs, eager for relief. I make my way to the quietest part of the library, my head bent low in the hope that nobody will notice that I’m on the verge of an earth-shattering orgasm. My legs shake more with each step I take toward that high.

Thankfully, there’s nobody in the art history section, and I head to the far end of the row and drop my backpack onto the floor.

Motherfucker! Malachi growls. Pleasure coils deep inside me, and I gasp for breath.

Good. Fucking. Boy, Xavier grunts.

Oh my god, I’m going to burst into flames.

Are your hands in your panties yet, Cupcake?

N-no.

What are you waiting for? We can feel you too. Slip your fingers inside your tight cunt and come with us, Xavier demands.

Unable to stand the torment any longer, I press myself into a corner, looking around me to make sure I’m alone, and slip my hand into my panties. As soon as my fingers graze my swollen clit, I whimper out loud with relief.

Good girl, Xavier groans.

I close my eyes, giving in to the overwhelming sensations taking over my body.

“I’d say she’s more of a naughty fucking girl. Hand in her panties getting herself off in the library.” Axl’s voice raises goosebumps over my body, and it takes me a few beats to realize that he’s not in my head.

I open my eyes and have to bite back a scream when I see him walking toward me, filling the space between the shelves with his large frame. My cheeks burn with shame.

Xavier laughs darkly.

My hand stills as I stare into Axl’s brown eyes. He licks his lips, and my heart rate increases with each deliberate step he takes toward me. “Don’t stop, dirty girl.”

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip and wince. I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it.

He steps directly in front of me, and I shiver. Axl takes hold of my wrist and slowly, deliberately, pulls my hand out from between my thighs. The promise of my impending orgasm ebbs away, and I whine.

He holds my fingers in front of my face, forcing me to look at my arousal coating the tips. “Naughty Ophelia.” He tuts and places my fingers in his mouth, humming as he sucks them clean. At the same time, he slides his hand beneath my skirt and pulls my panties aside. “This pussy is mine, princess. If you want to come in the middle of the library, you ask my permission first.”

Xavier’s and Malachi’s groans of pleasure seem to be dulled with Axl’s presence here, but they go on in the background, like a movie with the volume turned down.

“Okay,” I whisper, rocking against his hand.

He chuckles. “You want to come, princess?”

“P-please.”

He makes a fake sad face, his eyes twinkling with wicked intent as he slowly shakes his head. “No.”

I want to cry from frustration. “Why?”

He pulls his hand from between my thighs. “Naughty girls don’t deserve to come, Ophelia. And judging by how soaked you are, you’ve been very naughty.”

“I was just …” I blow a strand of hair from my eyes. He’s messing with me, and I’m playing right into his hands. “That’s okay. You kind of ruined the mood anyway.”

His eyes flash with something dark and dangerous. “I did what now?”

I put a hand on my hip. “You heard me. I’m not in the mood now.”

He sniffs the air and growls. “Sure seems like you are, princess.”

I know I’m going to regret this, but I can’t help it. “Well, that was all for Xavier and Malachi. Not for you.”

His eyes narrow, and he snakes one arm around my waist, crushing me against his chest. A warning growl rumbles out of him. “Is that so?”

My knees threaten to buckle, but I force myself to stay upright and stare into his handsome face. “It is,” I croak.

He brushes his fingertips over my cheekbone, and I’m vaguely aware of Xavier laughing and warning me that I’m about to be fucked into my next life, but I tune him out and focus on Axl.

“Knees, princess. Now.”

Without hesitation, I drop to my knees, my mouth watering with anticipation. I’ve never done this before, and I so want to. Axl unbuckles his belt, and a rush of arousal soaks my panties.

He takes his cock out, stroking his hand up and down his thick, beautiful shaft. Precum beads on the slit of his crown, and I move to lick it off, but he grabs my hair and yanks me back. “Nuh-uh, princess. Not me.” He laughs darkly.

I blink up at him, confused, but realization dawns a few seconds later when Malachi appears behind him.

“Wh-what? I thought you were with Xavier.”

He arches an eyebrow. “I was. And now I’m here for you, baby.”

I look between him and Axl. “But I thought you …”

“Oh, I’ll be fucking you, princess, but”—he dips his head and brushes his lips over my ear—“I was the first to take your virgin pussy, so Kai here staked his claim on being the first to take your mouth.”

I bite on my lip. “And what about Xavier?” I know there’s no way he hasn’t tried to stake his claims somehow.

Malachi chuckles. “Oh, I think you know what he’s taking first, baby.”

Oh god. That means … I swallow down a knot of trepidation at the realization of what Xavier wants to do, and despite my reservation, the thought of him taking me there causes another rush of heat to slick between my thighs. Axl steps aside, and Malachi takes his place, freeing his thick cock from his sweatpants. It bobs an inch from my lips, and I sweep my tongue over the tip, tasting him. Grunting, he fists his hand in my hair.

“Oh, sweet fucking Ophelia,” he groans, rocking his hips and sliding into my waiting mouth. I flick my tongue over his shaft, taking my cues from his appreciative noises and hoping I’m doing it right.

“You’re doing so fucking good, baby. So good,” he groans, and his words flood me with pride.

I’m so focused on Malachi that I don’t feel Axl kneeling behind me until my panties are halfway down my thighs.

What are you doing? I ask.

Fucking you, princess.

Here in the library?

Well, I would have taken you to bed and eaten your pussy first, but you were such a sassy little brat, I think you deserve to be fucked on your knees with Malachi’s cock in your mouth. Like the naughty little slut that you are. He grabs my hip with one hand and holds me in place while he sinks his huge cock inside me, filling me so completely that I moan around Malachi’s length.

“She’s fucking soaked, Kai,” he says, then he places his mouth against my ear. “None of it’s for me though, right? Isn’t that what you said?”

He drives harder, and I see stars. I d-didn’t mean it.

He pulls out and thrusts back in even harder, forcing me to take more of Malachi’s length down my throat. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes. No? he taunts.

No! I promise.

I think sucking my cock is what’s got her so wet, buddy, Malachi says. She’s doing a hell of a job of it.

Whose cock is making this tight little cunt such a mess, princess? Mine or Malachi’s?

Pleasure seizes my every thought, preventing me from replying.

Because you’re dripping down your legs, Ophelia. You hear that pussy crying for me?

My cheeks heat as I focus on the sound of him fucking me. It’s so damn loud in the quiet library, but I don’t care. I’d be willing to have an audience right now for the promise of the release he can give me.

Please, Axl?

He grunts. “Make us both come and I might take pity on you, princess.”

I suck on Malachi’s length, swirling my tongue over the tip, still hoping what I’m doing is right. His guttural noises spur me on and prove that he’s enjoying himself. His hands fist in my hair. Axl holds onto my hips with a bruising grip, hammering into me from behind, and I squeeze my inner muscles around him, making him groan my name.

Malachi grunts his warning and gives me a chance to stop before flooding my mouth with his taste. He showers me with praise as he slides out of my mouth, wiping away the spit and cum that dribbles onto my chin. Axl squeezes my breasts in his huge hands and ruts into me. My eyelids flicker closed and white-hot euphoria shuttles through me.

“Who’s about to make this greedy little cunt come, princess?”

“Y-you are,” I pant, my orgasm crashing over me in a huge rolling wave.

“Don’t ever fucking forget it.” His hips still as he empties himself inside me. He bands his arms around me and holds me close, our hearts beating an erratic rhythm in our chests.

Fuck, that was hot, Xavier says, making me laugh. You are a naughty girl, Cupcake.

Axl hums, his lips against my skin. “Naughty and good in all the best ways.”

I lean back against him, a smile on my face and his cum dripping down my thighs.