Page 63 of The Blood Widow

“No.” The disgusting liquid hit my tongue. I gagged but kept going, ignoring the chunky texture.

My body flashed in and out, getting ready to put me in my body from the past. Nothing would change but my mind. I’d be wearing the same outfit as that night.

I flickered one last time. Before I could completely disappear three large bodies slammed into me, coming with me. No! If they came with me, they wouldn’t forget the time in the sex club.

The magic spit me out roughly as it closed behind us, and my body tumbled off the roof with the night air stealing my screams. A hand gripped onto my wrist, so I hung in midair. “Fancy meeting you here, little pussycat. Or should I call you little mouse? I remember how much you liked that one,” Ezrataunted. His mocking smile shined bright in the night above me. “Would you like me to help you up?”

I growled. I didn’t like his patronizing tone. “Nope, let me fall.”

Dominic chuckled from behind Ezra, holding him to keep us from falling. Cole was leaning over the roof’s edge as well. He wouldn’t have caught me. I was just out of his reach. The pleading look in his green eyes tore at my insides. Being mad at him was the hardest.

The alpha’s eyes shined with his irritation. “Just say you want my help.”

“Nope. I’d rather take my chances with the ground.” I glanced down and gulped, falling would hurt.

He growled. “You’re the most stubborn brat.” His nails dug into my flesh.

Dominic coughed into his hand. “Ez, you know there’s little kids that need our help. Stop trying to alpha her already. That shit can wait.”

Ezra glowered at me, and I did the same. I knew there was plenty of time to save them. I wasn’t backing down to this man. It would tell him that he was my alpha.

He bunched his lips together but nodded. “Fine. For now.”

His muscles bulged as he pulled me up. Cole helped when I got high enough. Ezra’s body rubbed against mine as he put me back on the roof in front of him. His nose grazed my neck. “Mmm, you still smell like me and Dominic.”

I shoved him away. No, I didn’t. This was my body from last night. He was just being an ass. They wore different clothes as well. All black tactical clothes. As much as I was pissed off at them, I hoped this didn’t stop them from saving someone.

What was done was done, so I hardened my glared and brushed my leather Blood Widow outfit off like I had dirt all over me, but I didn’t. I just didn’t want to look at them.

“Fuck off, if you insist on being here. This is what I’m going to need you to do.”

I was done being played with. They wanted to help? Fine, but we weren’t lovers, or even friends. Once I saved the kids, they’d get my bitch slap.

Chapter

Thirty-Two

How did I end up here? My ass was pressed against Dominic’s junk as he held down my breast with his hands so my body wouldn’t touch the magical barrier that was wrapped around the building. We were going to get the girl first, while Ezra distracted Marcus with a power play, so we could sneak Brian out.

Dominic shielded us after I portaled to this spot. I was fucking exhausted. I had to portal Ezra and Cole to their positions as well.

The magical shield would mask our presence, but if we touched the building, all hell would break loose. Every demon around would sense us.

Marcus’ tires screeched to a stop in front of us.

Dominic moved his fingers so they would rub my nipples.

I pinched his side. “Stop that,” I growled out, trying to be as quiet as possible.

He chuckled. “Don’t pretend you don’t like my touch. I can smell your arousal. You came so beautifully on my tongue, little demon.” He moved his fingers again. “You were such a sweet treat, but right now you need to feed on me. I can feel yourexhaustion.” His breath on my ear made me shiver. I could feel his smirk stretch across his face.

“I said no.” He’d already bugged me about this.

He sighed. “You’re about to do at least three more portals. If you don’t have the energy, we could lose Brian. Even if the little dude wasn’t able to help us, do you think he deserves to be eaten alive or used by the Sinisters gang?”

No. He knew I didn’t. The fucker played on my weakness. Fine he wanted me to feed. I would. My fangs snapped out, and I attacked his shoulder. I made sure to shake my head to make the feeding painful. He hissed but didn’t try to stop me. The fucker actually made cooing noises telling me how good I was for listening and willing to get over my anger to help the little boy. And I fucking loved it. The bastard. I seriously had a praise kink. Who knew?

When I pulled back, I couldn’t help but smile at how powerful a single feeding made me. The sluggishness was gone, and I was completely re-energized. I was ready.

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