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Chapter 46
Idid intend to punish my little pyromaniac. Spank her pretty little ass until she begged me to stop and then maybe edge her for a few hours, but that all went to hell the moment I caught the aroma of her menstrual blood. I have never tasted anything so goddamn sweet and addictive in my entire life. And we have four whole fucking days of it, during which she’ll be lucky if she gets to leave this bed at all.
I tell Malachi to untie her trembling limbs. He rubs her wrists, and I spread her thighs with mine, staring at her pussy glistening with pink juices. My fangs ache, but not as much as my cock, which is so hard I’m going to pass out if I don’t sink inside her soon.
“Axl,” she moans, her eyelids fluttering.
“I know, princess.” I drive inside her with one hard thrust, and she cries out my name again. Her pussy ripples around me, pulling me in farther. I fall forward, bracketing her hips with my hands, and pull out slowly, savoring every frustrated whimper I wring from her. And when I sink into her once more, she grabs at my neck, nails clawing at my skin. Her back arches off the bed as she takes all of me. I rest my lips on the fluttering pulse at the base of her throat. “Such a good girl the way you take my cock.”
“So good the way you take all of us, baby,” Malachi says.
“Oh, god,” she moans. Searing hot need ripples down my spine. Her walls grip my cock, milking me as she reaches the edge again, and I want to sink my fangs into her neck and fill her with my load, but Xavier yanks my head back, his eyes narrowed.
He shakes his head. “Don’t come inside Ophelia.”
Is he fucking serious? “Why the fuck not?”
He licks his lips. “Because I want to taste her on you.”
I grunt with frustration but slide out of her, leaving her wet and needy and on the edge. “I told you I was going to punish you, princess.” I flash her a wink and press a soft kiss on her forehead. “But Malachi will take care of you.”
His deep growl fills the room, and he pulls Ophelia up to straddle him. Lying next to Malachi, I watch Xavier drool over my blood-smeared cock and run my fingers through his dark hair. This is such an unusual but welcome occurrence. “Do it.”
He drops his head and takes me all the way into his hot mouth, deep throating me with such skill that my eyes roll back in my head. His grunts and groans are muffled by my cock filling his mouth, and I keep one hand on his head, holding him in place, and squeeze one of Ophelia’s perfect tits with the other. My eyes drift between Xavier’s sinful lips swallowing my dick and Malachi stretching our girl’s pussy wide as he repeatedly lifts and impales her.
Xavier fucks his own hand, driven feral with the taste of Ophelia’s blood and my precum sliding down his throat. I feel them reaching the edge along with me, each of us drawing ever closer to the sweet relief of oblivion. We’re connected so deeply that it feels like four times the pleasure, and when Ophelia comes with a throaty cry, she drags the rest of us over the edge with her. I drown in the ecstasy of all four climaxes in one long, seemingly never-ending wave.
After we all got cleaned up and Ophelia insisted on at least wearing panties, we curled up in my bed to watch a movie.
Xavier nuzzles our girl’s neck. “Do you wear tampons, Cupcake?”
Her already pink cheeks turn red. “Yes. Why?”
He licks his lips. “I’m gonna need them when you’re done.”Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.
Her nose wrinkles in disgust. “Eww. No.”
I suppress a dark laugh when he nods. “Yeah. I’m gonna freeze them and suck on ’em like popsicles.”
Malachi snorts a laugh, but Ophelia gasps in horror. “What. No, you cannot freeze my tampons and …” She shakes her head, but Xavier simply pulls her into his arms and bands them so tightly around her she can’t move. “If you don’t hand them over of your own free will, I will simply remove them myself.”
I shoot her a sympathetic look. “He will.”
“No way. You are not putting my tampons in the freezer, Xavier. No.”
He rests his lips on the top of her head. “We’ll see, Cupcake.”
“We will not.”
Malachi cups her chin in his hand. “Stop arguing, sweet girl.” He silences her with his lips, and while she’s distracted, Xavier mimes sucking a popsicle. I can’t hold back my laugh. The fucker is crazy enough to do it. Although, maybe crazy isn’t the right word … I lick my lips at the thought of his genius idea, and he tips his head back and laughs too.