Page 89 of Blood Owed (Blood Mafia 1)
She gives nothing away, her calm smiling face hiding whatever it is she’s thinking. “You’re not the first, and you certainly won’t be the last.” Evelyn closes the small gap between us and whispers in my ear. “Don’t let it happen again.” Dragging a sharp nail from my earlobe to my chin, she steps away and gives me a final once over.
“All good?” I ask, swallowing the little bit of fear she struck within me.
“More than good, babe. They’re still imagining the dress sliding down your waist and pooling at your feet.”
She smacks my ass, making me yelp. “Go get ’em, tiger.”
I growl at her—the way I want to every time Grayson uses that name—then smile at her uproarious laughter and spin on my heels. My hand finds my hip as I strut over to the men, making sure to accentuate the natural sway just a tad.
Knowing it’ll piss off Mateo is part of the reason for what I do next. The other reason is simply because I missed them both—I know that sounds insane, but I’d gotten used to my keepers.
They’re both wearing the Blood Mafia uniform—an expensive suit with an equally as expensive white button-up shirt. Dark red ties and the infamous Blood Mafia sigil embroidered on the pocket. I don’t spare Mateo a glance—yet.
Grayson’s pretty blue eyes spark with a knowing glint, and he opens his arms to me. I slide into them, kiss his cheek, and lay my head on his shoulder. Despite the easy welcome, he’s stiff and unsure of how to handle me. A few seconds pass before he carefully wraps his arms around my waist. He catches my chin in his hand when I pull back, dropping a searing kiss on my lips.
My eyelashes flutter as I step out of his hold and look away. Colt’s before me in an instant, ignoring the murderous gaze of Mateo. I link my hands together behind his neck, gazing into those beautiful green eyes, and kiss him full on, pressing my tongue against his lips until he lets me in. Reminding him of my promise.
I’d fuck him, eventually, and only after he groveled for my forgiveness. Mateo was doing his best to stand in the way of our inevitable union. I’m tired of playing by his rules. He doesn’t get to decide who touches me. I’ll take them all if I want to.
An image of the three of them, caressing, kissing, sucking, and fucking me all at the same time flashes through my mind. Arousal swoops into my low belly. I press my thighs together, trying to relieve the sudden ache.
Colt moans into my mouth.
Right, vampire senses ruin everything. Now they all know what I’m feeling.
I break the kiss first, letting out a heavy pant before extracting myself from his arms. He grudgingly lets me go, his fingers squeezing around my hips slightly until he finally releases me.
Gaining the courage to meet Mateo’s heated gaze for the first time, I slowly approach him. His eyes are so similar to Evelyn’s, dark and hard to read. I stop when I’m standing in front of him, letting my gaze trail from his Gucci shoes, up his navy slacks, over his cream button-up and matching navy blazer to the touch of stubble he’s let grow out. My eyes linger on his lips, which quirk upward in response to my attention.
I take a deep breath and stare into his penetrating gaze. It’s as though my soul is suddenly stripped bare, every piece of me strewn about the dimly lit parking garage on full display for him. Every inhalation is a struggle as he snares me with his power. My chest heaves, and he drops his attention to my breasts, blessedly giving me space to pull it together.
Grayson catches my flustered gaze and winks. His fun-loving demeanor puts me at ease. That is, until Mateo lifts his gaze once more.
“Where’s my kiss, Demetria?”
I bite my lip, hesitating for just a moment before pressing into his body and craning my neck back. His tongue darts out to lick my lips before he claims me with the force of a hurricane, sweeping me into a wild storm of a kiss. My panties are soaked through, and I moan into his mouth when his fangs prick my lower lip. He latches on to it, drawing my blood into his mouth. I dig my fingers into his soft shirt, not caring that I’m rumpling it, and hold on for dear life as he controls every aspect of our kiss.
He pulls me away from his lips by my hair and smirks. “Let’s go.” His hands drop from my head, and I’m left stunned, unable to speak for a full minute as Grayson and Colt climb into the front seat of a sleek black Mercedes SUV. Mateo waits in the back seat, peering out of the open door with a smug look painting his face.
I scowl and use the rail to climb inside. The door slams shut behind me, and I jump in surprise, spinning around to see Evelyn looking at me.
“Have fun, Demi. Don’t forget what I said.”
Mateo
Rules aren’t something Demi is used to following. I held my tongue while she threw herself at my men, my family, patiently waiting my turn for those lush lips to graze against mine.
Her mouth is bright red, abused by all three of our lips and her arousal is still thick in the air. Colt and Grayson do their best to ignore the heady scent, having a quiet conversation regarding some ridiculous bet they have on a basketball game.
I don’t like games, not usually. I despise them for the most part. This is not the case with Demetria. I’d play her year after year, enjoying every spark of anger or vile thing that escapes her lips, letting her contempt burrow into my being and make a home for itself if it meant I’d get to kiss her and fuck her for the rest of my life.
I haven’t even sunk my cock into her, but I know it’ll be worth it. The way her nipples hardened against my chest while I kissed her nearly made me lose control. If it weren’t for my sister, I’d have stripped her of her dress and fucked her against the car while Grayson and Colt watched.
Colt’s eyes flick to mine in the mirror, then jump away quickly. His face is lined with tension despite the easy way he continues talking with Grayson. They’re too comfortable with what I consider mine, though Colt and Grayson both tasted her blood before me.
When soft fingers press my hand into my pants, I take a breath.
The simple touch surprises me enough that I take a goddamned breath. This woman is throwing me off of my game. Colt and Grayson share an annoying look, but I ignore them and glance at Demi.
