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“Who?” I ask.
But her eyes are tracing some invisible object over my shoulder. I spin around, expecting to find something or someone standing there, but the forest is as it was the moment prior, dense, still, benign.
Still, Asha speaks, like something has just dawned on her. “It was a trap!”
She races past me, and I hurry after her. Then, suddenly, after a quarter mile or so, she comes to an abrupt stop. Her fists raise and beat against the air like the door to a locked cell. “Asha, what’s going on?”
I step forth, expecting to demonstrate there’s nothing in front of her, but instead I rap my forehead against something hard as concrete. I step back, dazed, rubbing the sore spot on my head while inspecting the clear air.
“He’s lured me away and thrown up a shield around the town.”
“Who?”
But rather than elucidate this backstory, she says, “I need your blood.”
I blink. “My blood?”
She nods, stepping towards me. “Like you saw me do with Max and Braxton. It fuels my vampiric magic. The blood I got from Max and Braxton wasn’t enough this time. He must be stronger. I need yours. If I charge up, I’ll be able to tunnel through the wall.” She’s rambling, stressed and afraid, but her point is clear.
She needs me. This is part of why I’m here.I take a breath. It’s not like I have anything to lose. There's no-one to miss me if it goes wrong and she kills me. Not that I believe she will. I watched her with Max and Braxton earlier. It was sensual. I felt like a voyeur watching them. I’ve never been fed on by a vampire before.First time for everything.
I nod, and in the next moment, Asha’s clasped herself around me. I fall back against the invisible barrier and lean as I feel her teeth sink into my neck. It’s a pinch followed by a euphoric high. “Oh my god…” I moan, gripping her soft buttocks to hold her in place.
But her ass is so exquisitely shaped, her body sowarmagainst me, that I start to feel an erection growing in my pants. Her legs tighten around my waist and she begins a slow, hard grinding motion against me. I grow weak and high proportionally, the outflow of blood like a persistent orgasm that only heightens the longer it drags out. “Asha,” I groan, roaming my hands over her back.
Prison was a long time. It’s been years since I’ve been inside someone. Years since I’ve touched a woman… been inside of a woman. Yet, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a woman this badly before.
Suddenly, every moment of admiring her from afar seems to crash through my mind. The attraction that I’ve felt since the first moment I first saw her feels crisper. Without fear of losing my new position, or the brothers’ watchful eyes, I want to do something bad.
Something that neither of us will forget for a long time.
I imagine undoing her pants, sliding into her, and pounding into her sweet body, claiming it for my own. No part of me cares that the brothers touched her. All I want is to slide into her warm body. Touch her firm breasts, and claim her as my mate.
My wolf likes that thought, too. He sits up inside of me, watching, waiting.
Her teeth break from my throat, as I whimper in protest, and she licks away the mess from my neck then plants a soft kiss there. My body trembles with a need for more, but I fight the need down. She doesn’t want me. Yet. I can be patient.
I feel her breath against my skin, a gentle touch I’ll keep feeling long after, and memorize this moment with her still pressed against me. Logically, I worry that our connection was some vampiric trick, but it didn’t feel like it. She pulls back and looks me in the eye, the two of us panting in a small pocket of air that separates us.
She slides down my body, her eyes never leaving mine. One last intimate experience of her touch, then she charges past me. I fall backwards but catch myself and shake my head. Turning around, shocked by how abruptly everything has changed. “No more barrier?”
“Keep close behind me,” she says, her expression fierce, “oritwill crush you.”
What will crush me?I’m not sure, but I’m not waiting to find out.
I hurry to follow her, and we make our way back to the town. She’s reeled in by some invisible line, it seems, pulling her along. When we reach the houses and streets again, everything’s quiet. Eerily quiet, which sets my wolf on edge. We round a corner and I discover why.
Gathered in the middle of an intersection, kneels the entire Enforcer platoon. Max and Braxton are among them, and everyone looks to be suffering some sort of night terror. Their eyes follow ghosts conjured within their minds, their bodies tighten as though shocked by a constant stream of electricity.
But most alarming is the sentient pile of black ooze rising in the center. When it spots us, it hurls a hefty ball of purple magic towards us. I follow Asha’s lead and throw myself out of its path. It zings by and crashes into the charred frame of an SUV. Metal pieces scatter.
By the time I think to counterattack, Asha’s two steps ahead, summoning a shimmering orb of silver light that sails across the intersection and strikes the creature. It fails to knock the monster over, but instead it appears to envelop the muck in a silvery, gossamer net. With a gurgling voice like boiling pitch, it bellows, “You cannot defeat me, Asha. So take your chance and leave now. I’ll even let you escape with your three males.”
“Please, listen to me. This isn’t you.” She holds out her hands, presumably feeding the force-field, encasing the muck-beast. I can tell it causes her great strain. I stand helpless on the sidelines. If that creature wrecked this town, and took down these Enforcers, men, and women of varying types of supernaturals, there’s nothing I can do against it. Trying would be suicide.
“You’re better than this. You have a good heart and a good soul. Remember who you are.” Her voice cracks and her arms tremble.
“I can see into your heart, Asha,” the monster says. “You areweak. Take your boys and be gone. But understand, this isn’t the end.”
