Page 22 of Revenge of the Blood Pack

He pulls back his collar and lifts her face to his throat. "Do it," he tells her, his voice a command.

And it all hits me. Holy shit, she's part vampire! So, feeding will help her heal. But Max hates vampires.Shiftersin general hate vampires. The fact that he's willing to let her do this instead of just letting her be imprisoned makes my stomach flip. It makes me question his judgment and my own. Because normally I wouldn’t give two fucks about an injured vampire, but I find myself kind of rooting for this to work, even though my stomach is turning at the idea of my own brother being a blood bag to a vamp.

My hands curl into fists.Do I tell him not to do this? Do I just watch and make sure he doesn't let her drain him too far?

I don't know what to do because recent events have made me question myself, so I just stare. I stare and remember how Max basically explained that part of my role here would be letting her feed on me. I’d agreed to it easily, but only because I had to. Not because I wanted to. And now, here, getting to see my new responsibility unfold in front of me… I don’t know what to think.

Weakly, Asha raises her face and I see two tiny fangs protrude from her mouth before she latches onto my brother's throat. My breathing grows more rapid, from anxiety or rage,I’m not sure. All I know is that she's actuallyfeeding, using my brother like some kind of a blood cow.

It's strange. She smells like a wolf but at this moment, she’sfullya vampire, which makes me sick. I don't want my brother sacrificing himself like this for a job. Somehow, it seems disrespectful. Different. Even though I did a hell of a lot of things I'm not proud of in the military.

I'm prepared to pull her off of him. Ready to see him suddenly struggling to get away, but not being able to.Somethingalarming.

But that's not what I see.

Instead, Max's hand slides into the back of her hair, pulling her closer. His eyes flutter shut and his lips part. The tension in his face falls away, and he looks… almost happy. Relaxed even. But something more than that, like he’s enjoying her feeding on him.

I almost look away. Uncomfortable for reasons I don't understand. And then, it clicks.

People say that vampire feeding can be orgasmic to both the person feeding and the person being fed from, but I thought that it was peculiar to vampires. Until now.

My brother isn’t just happy and enjoying this experience. It’s almost like watching him get a blow job. There’s just no fucking way he’s not enjoying her touch.

Every muscle in my body tenses. I’ve shared women with my military buddies before. Shifters are even more willing to share women than a lot of the other supernaturals, but I never thought seeing my brother with a woman would be this… hot. And she’s not even fucking him or sucking him off, she’s feeding on him.

Despite logically knowing that, I feel myself grow hard. I feel the tension singing through my body that I know only comes from my arousal. And I can still smell her delicate scent, still picture her the way she was in that diner, and it has my headspinning. I long to reach down and pull myself free and stroke my cock until completion.

And then, strangely, I start to picture being in Max’s position. With that woman in my lap. With her lips against my throat, her breath on my skin. And… hell, I have to bite down a groan.

Suddenly, she jerks away from him, her lips stained with his blood. I watch as she licks the blood from her lips, and then her eyes close once more. She falls back in his arms in a way that’s alarming, but the slow rise and fall of her chest says she’ll be okay. And, if she’s like most vampires, the blood she just drank should be already doing its work, healing her broken body.

Max stares down at her for a long moment, and I see something in his face that makes me stare. Tenderness. With the way we were raised, with how much we lost, tenderness is something that both of us learned to hide. Even more so after we joined the military.

I know both our careers took massively different turns, but nothing about my phone calls with my brother have led me to believe he’s anything but the deeply broken man that I know I’ve become. But in this moment, he’s someone else. Someone so different from who I’ve become that it makes me angry. It’s like a damn knife twisting deep in my gut, because I know damn well I can never look at anyone like that, and no one will ever look at me like that either.

He suddenly looks up and our eyes meet. The tenderness fades from his face and he stands slowly, laying her down on the bed and covering her up. He doesn’t say it as he moves about the room, but I can sense it. His need to ask me if I’m sure about joining this mission.

Only, if he asks me, I might be tempted to tell him. It’s this or nothing for me. I have no other options. Nowhere else to go. No one else that will want me.

So, it’s this. No matter how fucked up it becomes.

SEVEN

Asha

I open my eyes slowly,disoriented.Where am I? And why do I feel...so strange?

I’m somewhere dark. It’s not pitch black because I can see shadows on the roof and shadows around me. But I don’t recognize any of it, and I wrack my brain for the last clear memory I have.

Suddenly, every muscle in my body stiffens.The attack! The assholes!I shift and a little moan slips past my lips as an echo of pain rolls through me. My body is sore and achy, but not nearly as bad as I would have thought after my fight with the shifters. What’s more disturbing is the fact that I don’t know where I am.

Or if I’m safe.

My heart races. Panic awakens within me and disjointed memories fill my mind. The men who attacked me were fast and strong. They didn’t just use their brute force, because that I could have handled. They were clever,slimy. Yet, I remember defeating them… I remember walking away from that alley.

But to what?

A man looms over me. Or, the shadow of a man.

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