Page 55 of Revenge of the Blood Pack

Braxton follows me away from the dark web of magic and we stop just a short distance away from Max. Max’s shoulders are tight as he turns around. Without a word, he tugs his collar to the side to give me access to his throat. But for some reason, I don’t move.

Finally, his gaze meets mine. “We need to get in there and help those people.Yourperson too.”

It breaks me a little to see him like this. A big shifter. One who would normally die before letting a vampire feed on him. But he offers himself up to me without a thought,me, a person who just basically said he’s nothing to me. So, all this, just because it’s right. Just because it will help people.

I move closer to him then slowly push him until his back is against a tree. “Max.” His name comes out strangely, and he looks at me with confusion on his face.

Unable to help myself, I go up on my tiptoes and very lightly kiss him. So lightly it’s barely my lips brushing against his. And then, even though I see his shocked expression, I move to his neck. But there, I press light kisses down his throat, listening as his heart races. When I get to the right spot, I kiss him again, harder, then suck a little. My name escapes his lips, and its husky and erotic.

Then, and only then, I let my fangs extend. Slowly, I pierce his skin and then start drinking. But already I’m lost. Lost to his touch. Lost to his scent. Lost to his taste. It’s like he was made just for me. Like we were always meant to end up here.

His hands go to my hips, and he draws me closer with a little groan that makes fire race through my veins.He’s enjoying this. He likes when I touch him. When I feed off of him. He wants me as badly as I want him.

And it’s like something cracks inside of me.

My other hand slides into his hair, and I press my body against his, rubbing myself against his obvious erection. I feel the shudder that echoes through his body and into mine. A shudder of arousal. And, suddenly, I can’t think of a reason why I haven’t touched Max before. Why I’ve been resisting my feelings for him so much.

Reaching between us, I undo the button on his pants, slide his zipper down, and reach inside those perfectly tailored pants of his. Soft boxers meet my touch, concealing his hard length. I stroke him through his boxers, and he bucks against me, groaning my name.

Yanking his boxers down, every hair on my body stands on end as I wrap my hand around his burning hot length. He’s long, thick, and hard. It’s been so long since I touched a cock that I let my eyes close and work him very slowly as I feed on him. As I surround myself with his scent, his taste, it feels like Max is all around me, and I’ve never felt safer.

Never.

“Asha.” He says my name again, this time with a touch of warning, and I slowly remove my fangs from his throat.

My eyes lock with his, and I reach for his jacket, pulling it off.

He catches my hands. “Are you sure? This isn’t… just because of feeding.”

“I’m sure,” I tell him, then slowly unbutton his shirt and toss that too.

Kneeling down, I pull his pants down and come level with his cock. Without thinking, I lean forward and take him into my mouth as he groans my name, thrusting into me, his hand lightly curling into the back of my hair. I keep pumping, enjoying his hard length in my mouth, the salty taste of his skin, even though the fire that races through my veins is demanding more.

Finally, with my head spinning, I stand back up, ready to fuck his brains out. Ready for more.

Max looks over my head, and I turn, suddenly remembering Braxton. He stands behind us, hands in fists. His tight t-shirt hugging his hard muscles. His pale blue eyes are filled with pain and betrayal. And he doesn’t need to say anything; I understand.

“Come here,” I say.

Braxton shakes his head, his jaw tightening.

“You’re supposed to feed me. To give me what I need,” I tell him, and I sound wanton, even to my own ears.

He looks unsure. Then he glances at Max, and I glance at the big shifter too. After a second, Max nods, and then Braxton moves hesitantly toward me.

I pull him closer and run my hands down his chest. I kiss along his throat, then remove his shirt. I let my hands wander along his muscles, and his mouth suddenly meets mine. We kiss. Long and hard. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, claiming me as clearly as any wolf can claim another.

When our kiss breaks, I tilt his head and then press my fangs into his throat and start drinking too. Braxton moves me until suddenly Max is at my back. Max reaches around and his hands skim my stomach through my shirt, making me hold my breath. He lifts my shirt and touches my bare skin, his hands branding me as he slowly makes his way up. Those big hands of his cup my breasts for a moment, holding them as if feeling their weight, and then he slides my bra up and he’s touching my bare breasts, and it’s incredible. It sends waves of desire sweeping through me as he strokes my nipples, then lightly pinches them.

I’m panting against Braxton’s throat as he begins to undo my pants. I feel them hit the ground, and then I kick them away. Braxton plays at the top of my underwear like he intends to torture me forever. But just as I find myself getting frustrated, his hand slips into my underwear, and he’s suddenly at my hot core. He simply strokes my opening, not actually entering me.

My teeth slide out of his throat, and I groan, “Braxton! Fuck!”

He chuckles and reaches down, undoing his pants and stripping in front of me. And hell, now I really believe these two are twins because they both have incredible cocks. The stuff of legend. Perfectly shaped. Long, thick, beautiful. And I don’t think I’ve ever called a cock beautiful before.

Braxton grins as he flips me around and kisses my throat. “Ever had a man in your ass?”

I shake my head, trembling at the thought of being caught between these two men.

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