Page 56 of Revenge of the Blood Pack

He bites my ear. “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.”

Max’s hands curl around to my ass, and he tears my underwear off as if it’d never been there at all. His hand finds exactly the same irritating place Braxton had found, the entrance to my core, but then he parts me and pushes inside. I gasp, and Braxton wraps himself around me from behind, his big dick pressing against my ass. He holds me in place as Max slides through all my folds, turning the flames inside of me into an inferno. And now I’m glad Braxton is holding me up, because my shaking legs wouldn’t hold me if he released me now.

Then, I feel Braxton reach between my thighs and play in my wet folds too, and I swear it feels like I’m losing all control. Yet, he only slides inside of me for a moment before he’s done. I’m confused for a minute, my head spinning, when I feel Braxton reach behind me. His finger, wet from my desire, pushes a little inside of me, and I hold my breath, expecting pain. But none comes. He’s gentle. Slow. Testing me. Teasing me.

When Max pulls his fingers out of me, I don’t know what to expect, but then he lifts me up and wraps my legs around his back. I barely have time to think as I feel his tip pressing into my core. My nails dig into his back, and then he’s kissing me. Stealing my breath. Making me wonder how all this passion could have been hidden under that suit of his. Under his cool demeanor.

He slowly slides into me as Braxton presses deeper into my ass with his finger. By the time Max reaches his hilt, I feel like I’m on the edge, wanting to lose control, but also wanting this to last forever too.

Braxton adds a finger to the one in my ass as Max breaks our kiss and offers me his throat again. I bite down as Braxton adds another finger, pounding into me harder and harder from behind, making me buck and thrash between them. Max is gentler, slower, as he thrusts inside of me. He’s testing my limits, and between the blood in my mouth and the delicious sensations coursing through my body, I don’t know what to do.

How to feel.

I’m shocked when Braxton pulls his fingers out of my ass and am about ready to shout at him to keep going, but then I feel his tip at my ass, and I just want to tell him to keep going, to give me all of him. These two sexy shifters aremine. Mine to feed off of. Mine to fuck. Mine to claim.

And I need them to know it too.

He slides into my ass, and it’s uncomfortable, but not painful. Again, I find myself holding my breath, but he’s slow, testing the limits of my body, until he finally comes to his hilt.

I don’t know what I expect next, but it’s like they do. The two brothers begin to thrust in and out of me. Sandwiched around me. Touching every inch of me. Making my body sing in a way it never has before.

My inner muscles clench and twitch around them, and it’s hard to breathe. My desire builds and builds as trembles wrack my body, and then I go flying over the edge. It’s a powerful release, a mind-numbing orgasm that seems to shake the very ground beneath us, that rolls and rolls through me until I feel my men coming inside of me. Filling me. Claiming me like a mate.

They don’t stop going though. Not for a long time. And when a second orgasm slams into me I don’t expect it. My teeth break from Max’s neck, and I toss my head back, crying out into the sky. My body spasms as the trees spin around me.

And then I feel my men finally relax, almost collapsing around me. I finally relax between them, more content than I’veever been in my life. And, somehow, it feels like this is where I was always meant to be. Between these two men. Feeling pleasure that’s out of this world.

Max looks up, his gaze locking onto mine. His gaze says a thousand things that he’d never say aloud. Like that he loved that. That he was surprised by all of it.

But reality always has a way of crashing a dream, and the shrill ringing of his cell phone does exactly that.

He slowly pulls out of me, as does Braxton, and he goes to retrieve his phone. “Hello.”

Max collects his clothes as he listens, and suddenly Braxton is handing me mine. I don’t expect it when he kisses me, but he does, naked and cocky as ever. Then he gets his clothes, and we’re all dressing in a hurry.

Max hangs up the phone, then shrugs into his jacket. “Our newest teammate is here; they’re going to release him into my custody when we’re done.” Then he awkwardly looks at me. “Sorry, uh, work.”

I lift a brow. “I know you’re an Enforcer, Max.”

He has the good grace to look embarrassed as he rubs the back of his neck. “I know, I just…”

But he doesn’t say more.

I turn and look at the black spider web of dark magic. Suddenly, its call isn’t so intense. But the magic inside of me? It has fuel. Enough fuel to get done what we need to inside.

“We have to go in there now. We have to fix things.”

Max touches my arm, and I jump back.

He looks surprised. “Sorry, I–”

But, fucking hell, reality has come back in all its bitchy gloriousness to remind me that I have to go into a dangerous situation and try like hell to not get another pack member killed. To stop the horrors that are happening to the people in that town. And then, regardless of who I find inside, I have to keepsearching for the others. Which means continuing to work with these two, and another mysterious partner.

Did I just fuck everything up by fucking these two?

“We’re professionals. I got the blood I need. Now, we just need to get in there and save my pack member.” My voice comes out curter than I expected it to.

“And us fucking is what, professional?” Braxton asks, looking a little irritated.

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