Page 45 of Revenge of the Blood Pack

“Get me past that barrier,” he barks at me. “And I’ll turn that fucker into sludge.”

“Max.” Asha sounds upset behind me.

“Actually, Grim, we’d prefer to handle this ourselves.”

Grim flashes a row of perfect teeth. “Max, you’re good, but you’re too soft for handling this shit. That fucking Blood Freak has a building full of people to feed on. If we give him any time, any kindness, he’ll kill them all because, like all freaks, he has no soul.”

“Are more people in danger right now?” I direct my question to the big demon.

“As of now, he’s holed up in an empty apartment, but the people can’t leave. The shield prevents it. A few tried, and we told them to lock themselves in the apartments, for now. So, we have a little time, but not much.”

I nod. “Then, let my team handle this. We have… unique abilities. We’ll get in. With the least amount of damage.”

After a minute, the demon gives a sharp nod. “But, Blackwell, don’t make me regret this.”

Grim looks… pissed, but I turn away from him and hurry my group around the back of my SUV. My gaze locks onto Asha, and I hope I made the right choice here. “Can you get us past his barrier?”

Her big eyes are even bigger, but she slowly nods. “I think so.”

I turn to the apartment building, trying to assess this barrier that I can’t see. Unfortunately, it’s just as hard as it sounds to assess something you can’t see. Something that only has the slightest odor.

“How will you get through?” I ask, seeing curtains fluttering in a window on the second floor and wondering if that’s the location of our culprit or an innocent.

“I’m not sure right now.” She sounds upset. “But I think I can do it… with enough blood.”

With. Enough. Blood.

Right.

Fuck.

I turn to Asha and her hands are folded together, like she doesn’t want to say what needs to be said next. “We can go in the SUV, and I’ll let you feed,” I say, trying to ignore the rise of desire that I hate flows through me at the thought of her feeding off of me again.

She releases a slow breath. “He’s fed on a lot of people… I don’t know if one of you will be enough without leaving you… weak.”

Fuck.I don’t want my brother to be her feeder, even though that’s a huge part of the reason he’s here. It’s just when I agreed to have a team to serve as her blood sources, I had no idea how intimate it would be, or how much I’d enjoy it.

“Okay,” Braxton says, surprising us both.

I look at my brother. “Are you sure? Because I know how you feel about…?”

“This is part of why I’m here,” he says, lifting a brow. “Right?”

And it feels like a challenge. “Right.”

We head into the SUV, but my head is spinning. I keep thinking about what it was like last time, how aroused it made me, and I’m trying to picture how this will work with the three of us. And hoping like hell I don’t give myself away.

This needs to be professional. A requirement to access her powerful magic.

Nothing more. But no matter how much I tell myself that, when the SUV door closes and Asha sits nervously in the middle of us, I don’t know what to say. Nothing about this feels professional.

It feels like the start of pure trouble.

SIXTEEN

Asha

My heart’sracing for reasons I don’t understand. I’m sitting smack dab in the middle of two sexy shifters. One I’ve fed on before. A man who frustrates me and fascinates me at the same time. And another that I’d almost done some dirty things to this morning. Yet, none of that should matter. Clinton is in that apartment building. Instead of running to safety, he’s run right into danger.

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