Page 109 of Blood Owed (Blood Mafia 1)
I’ll take that as a win.
Demi
By the time Colt returns, I’ve changed out of my dress and put my dagger on my bedside table. The comfy shorts and tank-top sleep set is soft against my skin, and the third piece of toast has me totally sober.
Or maybe that can be attributed to everything else that’s happened tonight. I should have known my happiness wouldn’t last, not on Blood Mafia time. Something always goes wrong.
My eyes are red from crying. Until Lexi had berated me about how much my absence affected everyone I cared about, I hadn’t really considered it.
“Hey,” Colt says.
I pull myself out of my mind and look at him. I don’t know how long he sat there while I was lost in my head. He opens his arms, and I lean into him, accepting his comfort.
“I wish there was another way.”
My heart clenches, and I shake my head. “No, this is best. If what you said is true, Lexi needed the compulsion.”
“It is true. I didn’t lie to you.”
I know.
That’s the part that sucks the most.
I trusted Colt without much thought, letting him take me home, save Lexi, fix her up with compulsion, and take her home. He’s done every goddamn thing right tonight.
“Colt?”
He runs his hand up my arm and looks down at me. “Yeah?”
“I forgive you.”
It takes him a moment, but when what I said clicks, his eyes flash with desire.
“Demi, I don’t want to use the situation—”
I climb on top of him, seating my hips firmly over his. “I don’t give a damn, Colt. I need this.”
He doesn’t need any more encouragement, especially when I press my lips to his and kiss him like the world is ending. His fingers dig into my ass, and he presses his hardening length against me, groaning when I bite his lower lip.
“Bedroom,” I say, nibbling down his neck and grinding against him.
He lifts me like I don’t weigh a thing and flashes to the bedroom. My back hits the soft bed, and a second later, his body presses on top of mine, pinning me to the comforter.
When I roll my hips up against his cock and moan, something in him snaps. Any semblance of control he has leaves, and he crashes his lips into mine, kissing me stupid while his hand glides under my shorts and his fingers dip inside of me.
I gasp, and Colt steals the sound with his mouth, devouring my embarrassing sounds as he finger fucks me. He presses his palm against my clit, and I grind into it, chasing the edge of an orgasm.
Colt moves his mouth to my neck, nudging my head aside, and I comply, moaning his name as I reach the peak of my first orgasm. His fingers slide out of me, but his thumb finds the sensitive bundle of nerves at my apex, swirling and playing me like a god damn violin.
I cry out in pleasure just as his fangs sink into my neck.
Oh fuck yes.
Holy shit.
Sex will never be the same.
It should feel wrong, dirty in some way, but it doesn’t. I writhe against Colt’s hand and hold his neck, pinning his mouth against me. I feel his lips lift into a smile as he drinks from me, cocky bastard.
