Page 40 of Revenge of the Blood Pack

Actually, I kind of want to rub my ass against him really slowly and see if I can get his king-sized cock to bang me. Hell, it’s been so long since my needs were properly met, and right now I just want to slip down his boxers and my shorts and scratch an itch I didn’t even know was there.

It’s like he reads my mind. His arm tightens around me even further, and he adjusts himself so his tip is perfectly poised. I rub against him, just a little, and he groans into my hair, making me wet.Oh, fuck, he’s breathing hard. I’m breathing hard. Does he want this as badly as I do?

“Asha,” he pants, and his hand moves slowly down my arm.

I close my eyes and drink in the feeling of a hand that’s gentle on my skin. A hand that isn’t trying to hurt me. A thousand moments with the Blood Mages roll through my mind. The bruises that covered my arms from all the needles. All the blood. All the IVs filled with who knows what. I feel myself shaking, and then Braxton’s hand is there again, gently brushing away the memories. Reminding me that my skin has another purpose other than being a pincushion.

“You said you had a personal bubble,” he rasps near my ear, and I fucking want him to kiss my neck. Bite my ear. Moan and groan for me. “I said I wouldn’t… I wouldn’t enter it unless you said so.”

“I’m saying so,” I whisper, so softly I’m not even sure if he hears me.

But then his lips rub gently against my neck. It’s not quite a kiss, almost like an accident, but goosebumps rise on my flesh. I want more. I need more from this man. I want him to take away all my pain. To remind me that things can be good, if only for a short time.

His hand hesitates on my arm beneath the sheet, then travels slowly until he’s touching the bare skin of my stomach. I don’t know what he wants to do next, but I want him to do it. Flashes of the Blood Mages slicing my stomach open and poking around inside while I screamed and thrashed against my bindings rolls through my mind, and then Braxton’s touch brings me back from the edge.

I’m breathing hard, and he whispers, “I’m here. It’s just you and me.” Like he knows exactly where I went.

His hand strokes my stomach for a while, then slowly travels up beneath my thin tank top. He cups my breast lightly as I fight the shudder that rolls through my body anyway. But he just holds my breast, stroking it softly, as if waiting for my reaction, before his fingers close around my nipple.

I gasp and look back at him.

Those pale eyes of his are ringed with yellow, a sign that his desire, his control is more than I ever imagined because he hadn’t given one indication of how on the edge he is. His mouth meets mine and then we’re kissing. And it’s like I’m in heaven. All my pain, all my loneliness… it’s gone. His kiss is mind-numbing. It melts me in all the right places, and I don’t evenrealize I’ve spread my lips until his tongue sweeps inside my mouth.

When he finally breaks our kiss, his erection is fucking straining behind me as he rubs himself against me. “Thanks for coming into my bed.” His words are a growl, animalistic, and my wolf fucking loves that he’s losing control like this.

“You,” it’s hard to get out the words, “were having a nightmare.”

Trouble climbs off of our feet and jumps off the bed, then sits near the door. As if to remind me that Max is right outside the door, ready to come in at any moment. Ready to walk in and see me touching his brother.

For some reason, I push Braxton’s hand away and shift a little away from him, even though I can’t catch my breath. “Max is right outside.”

“And that bothers you… the thought that my brother might see us like this?”

My head is spinning. “Yeah, it does.”

“Why?” There’s a possessiveness in his voice that surprises me.

“I-I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do.” There’s a low growl to his voice still, but it’s not sexual any longer.

“I don’t know.” Now, I feel frustrated. I can barely string a sentence together right now, and he wants to know… what? I don’t have a clue.

“You like him.” His words aren’t an accusation, more like a statement.

“No way.”

He turns my head to look back at him, and his expression is almost angry. “I’m not a fool. I can see the way you two look at each other. I can see the way you two never touch and doeverything you can to not get close. If you didn’t care about him, you wouldn’t care about all of those things.”

“Or maybe all those things mean I don’t like him,” I tell him stubbornly.

Finally, he sighs and releases my face. He rolls so he’s no longer pressed against me, and I instantly miss his touch. His warmth.

I turn toward him and almost groan as I see his very large erection beneath the sheets. We were so close. And now all I want to do is lick his damn dick like a popsicle. Ride it like a damn merry-go-round.

And it’s so fucking frustrating.

“You two are oblivious,” he says with a sigh.

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