Page 112 of Feeding Frenzy

I dropped my head with a shuddering breath. Minutes passed and Bastien didn’t come out. It would take Peter a while to get his head on straight. I pressed my palm to my mouth to block the building sob.

A loud meow dragged my attention to Binx. I gasped and dragged him into my lap. I knew he was Jax, but for now, he was my therapy cat. I lifted him and pressed his little fuzzy cheek to mine, mumbling nonsense.

So suddenly, I was picked up.

I screamed, flailing an arm out while my other one kept hold of Jax. My grip on him loosened. I looked side to side and could see nothing. But the arms were very present under me.

“Binx,” I shouted, but he landed on his paws, padding after me as the invisible form carried me. “Asher, dammit, let me go.” I shoved at his chest. Or what I could only assume was his chest.

“You need to feed, Catalina,” he murmured.

“I can wait—” I hadn’t had one drop. Five long nights of just sitting next to Peter’s bed. That was what life consisted of recently.

“No.”

“Asher,” I hissed.

Damien and Laney looked up at us from the base of the staircase where they chatted with Talia. All their eyes widened, and it looked cartoony.

I clamped my lips tight. Asher’s invisible hand slid to my butt and squeezed. I yelped, swatting at his arm and missing.

I hissed.

His steps thudded on the stairs as he climbed and headed toward my bedroom. He was being ridiculous.

He tossed me on the bed, and I bounced a few times. I rolled over and clawed to the opposite side to make my escape, but my ankles were grabbed, and I was flopped onto my front.

My clothes were ripped off my body and my legs were pried apart. A wet tongue traveled up my core. I yelped and became goo. The lick came again.

“Asher,” I whined.

Binx jumped onto the bed. He prowled forward, and as I watched he turned into his normal form, cock swinging as he crawled, until his face hovered over mine. His mouth captured mine and he possessed me with a claiming kiss.

He lifted and his fangs burst free. He sank them into his wrist and sucked his blood. I watched, disbelieving. What was he? — Jax caught me with a kiss and his blood filled my mouth. I swallowed, moaning against his lips.

Jax flicked his tongue against mine and his hand curved around the back of my neck, to angle me and deepen the kiss. Our fangs clinked together.

Asher licked me again.

“Such a wet little pussy,” he murmured. My channel throbbed, as if pleased. Asher worked his tongue into my entrance. I whimpered against Jax’s lips, gyrating up and closer to Asher’s mouth who kept a tight grip on the insides of my thighs, not letting me move as I wanted. Jax lifted with a loud gasp, and using his hand behind my head, guided my mouth to his neck as he lowered.

I sank my fangs into his throat. His sweet blood exploded on my tongue, and I moaned, my hip movements becoming frantic. Jax cupped my breast, while I slid my hand downward, until I reached his thick shaft. I clamped my fingers around him and he throbbed in answer.

I swallowed another mouthful of his blood and squeezed him simultaneously. Jax grunted.

The combined ecstasy of the blood filling my mouth and the tongue delving into my sex flooded my system. An orgasm rammed into my gut, and I screamed against Jax’s throat.

His hips jerked forward, driving his cock into my hand. Precum slicked the tip, and I rubbed it on his shaft.

An aftershock tensed up my entire body. I licked the puncture wounds on Jax’s throat and drooped on the bed, my head falling back.

“You left the door open,” I hissed. I peeked at a very nude Asher. “Were you walking around freaking naked?”

“Perks of my ability,” he said smugly, crawling to my other side and curling his arm under his head. Jax lay his head on my breast.

Warmth spread through my chest. I buried my fingers in his hair, relishing in the feeling of being cared for.

“Round two?” Asher murmured, taking my jaw and kissing me.

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