Chapter
Thirty
MALACHI
Ifall onto my bed and bury my head in my pillow. Recalling the look on Ophelia’s face hurts so much. I try to block it out because even thinking about it makes nausea roll in the pit of my stomach.
Footsteps pad into the room, and I groan. “Go away!”
Ignoring me, he sits on the bed. A rough hand skates over my back and palms the nape of my neck. “I said go away, Xavier.”
He lies on top of me, running his tongue along the side of my throat. “But I don’t wanna.”
I want to wallow in my own misery, but my body betrays me. I push my ass into him and grind against his hard length.
He works his hands under the band of my sweatpants. “Oh, my little pup wants to be f****d?”
“I want to forget what we just did, numbnuts.”
He makes a tutting sound and sinks his fangs i
