Page 34 of Forsworn By The Vampire
"I just...just no. I changed my mind." Taking my hands off his head, I let them fall to my sides. I would've stepped away from him if his arms weren't still wrapped around my hips and thighs.
I felt more than heard him laugh. "You're lying."
"I'm not." And I wasn't. I didn't want him like this. Even if he got into my head, he would see it was the truth. Blood bond or not, I couldn't in good conscience force him into being with me. He had to want it, too. It was the only way he would accept it. "I mean it, Jamal." And then I waited.
After a few moments, his arms fell away from me slowly, his palms sliding down the backs of my legs all the way to my ankles before he let go. His head lifted, and he sat back on his heels, his dark eyes on the "V" between my legs for several heartbeats before they traveled up my torso, lingering on my lace covered breasts before finally making it to my face. His upper lip lifted in a snarl, flashing his fangs, and his tone was mocking when he said, "You changed your mind."
I took a deep breath, hoping my instincts about this were right. "Yes."
He looked past me, rubbing his chin. But I wasn't fooled. This male might appear all calm and collected, but I knew otherwise, even if I couldn't feel the tension between us. Then he nodded, and suddenly he was on his feet. "Fine. Get the fuck out."
"What?" Wait. This wasn't the way it was supposed to go.
"Get out," he repeated. "I'm not sure what part of that sentence you don't understand."
Oh, I understood all right. He was hurt, whether he would admit it to himself or not, and he was being an asshole. But that's okay. Let him sulk about it for a while. It would only strengthen my plan. Bending down, I grabbed my clothes and shoes off the floor and held them in front of me. "I'm sorry," I told him. "I just need a little time. And I think you do, too."
"Mmm-hmm." He wouldn't look at me.
Walking around him, I rushed toward the doors in nothing but my underwear. It was cold outside, but I needed to get out of there. Jamal was hungry, and not just for sex. I could tell because he was tracking me again, and because my blood was singing in response. The same as my body. And if I didn't leave now, if he caught me, I wouldn't be able to stop him again and my big show here would all be for naught.
I'd almost made it to the door when he was there, blocking my path. Nothing but a slight breeze passing my right side had given me any indication he'd moved. I pulled up short, just barely squelching my cry of surprise. "Let me pass."
Jamal's eyes traveled over my face then dropped down to the clothes and shoes hugged against my chest. His head slowly cocked to the side and his eyes narrowed. He looked angry. "You're not walking outside like that."
I lifted one eyebrow. "Please. I've worn much more revealing stuff at the beach." I meant it as a "come on, dude, don't be a douche" comment, something to lighten the mood, but it only seemed to anger him more. I actually heard his teeth click together he clenched his jaw so hard. "I just want to go," I told him.
He took a step toward me. "You're not going anywhere, Leeloo."
I'm not? Well, okay then. It seemed my plan was working. But I couldn't make it too easy on him. "Step aside, Jamal. I want to go home."
"Why don't you make me?"
He stood before me, a challenge in his eyes. Did he know the game I was playing? I couldn't tell for sure, but either way, I had to make it look good.
"I'm not gonna warn you again," I told him.
His answer was to take another step until he was so close, I could touch him just by lifting one of my fingers.
I reached deep into my emotions and brought all of the frustration and anger and fear I was feeling toward the djinn to the surface. My lips moved as I muttered a quick spell, calling to the natural energy surrounding us to help me. Then I lifted one hand and swiped it through the air.
The look of surprise on his face was priceless as Jamal was lifted from his feet and thrown into the kitchen counter.
Quickly, I rushed to the patio doors. But I'd barely made it a few feet when I heard a predatory growl that lifted every hair on my body and sent tingles of warning down my spine...
Chapter 19
Brogan
What the hell was she doing here?
Again?
High-fiving my man, Jamal, I jogged off the stage and went straight to the men's room to shower and change. My plan was to sneak out the back door and haul my happy ass home before she could corner me.
Again.
Esme, the woman waiting for me, had started out as a sweet piece of ass who smelled really good and ended up as a pain in the ass who asked waaayyy too many questions. And I was stupid enough to answer entirely too many of them before I realized what she was doing. But, ya know, I've always been a sucker for Latin girls. Dark hair, dark eyes that could see all the way down to your soul, golden brown skin, passion and trouble. Mmm, mmm, mmmm. That's what those girls were made of, and this one was no different. I palmed my sex just thinking about her.
