Page 102 of Blood Taken (Blood Mafia 2)
"You like it," he says before placing his hand on the back of my neck and pulling me down so his lips can meet mine. We kiss for a few minutes before I pull away.
"We should do an exchange."
"What?" He scrunches his face. "No, that's not what I'm getting at—"
"I know what you're getting at, Grayson. I want to do one. Let's go." I snap my fingers and pull my hair away from my neck. "Shut up and bite me, fang banger."
He lets out a soft scoff. "Well, when you ask so nicely."
I lean into him, shivering when his soft laughter brushes over my skin.
“Are you sure?”
“Grayson, if you don’t bite me I’m going to stab you.”
He kisses my throat and runs his fingers through my hair. “As you wish.”
Sharp fangs pierce my skin, drawing a sharp gasp before euphoria floods through me. My spine tingles with each draw of blood he takes. I hold onto his arms, trying to control myself because right now, I want to writhe against him like a cat in heat.
I have some dignity.
His tongue is rough against my flesh when he licks the wound clean, sealing the incisions with his saliva. I watch as he lifts his wrist to his mouth and bites, blood dribbles down his arm and splashes onto his dark shirt.
I get tired of waiting, so I yank his wrist to my mouth and seal my lips over the wound, completing the first exchange with him. The rush of vamp strength is like a supernatural bitch slap after the high of his bite, the wash of power balances the high, so it’s the perfect combination of oblivion and awareness.
“Easy, tiger. That’s enough.”
I never thought a vampire would have to tell me when to stop drinking blood.
Well, well, well, how the turntables.
“Now you’re one step closer to being part of my harem,” I tell him proudly, placing his wrist against his chest.
His eyebrows lift and the edges of his blue eyes crinkle. “Harem?”
I nod. “You’re mine, Grayson, don’t you forget it.”
Climbing off of his lap, I get into my seat and buckle. Some habits are hard to break and I like the familiar comfort I feel when the metal clicks into place.
Grayson is staring at me and hasn’t moved to start driving.
“What?” I ask, wrinkling my nose.
His lips twitch and he shakes his head. “Nothing, tiger. Let’s go.”
He shifts the car into drive and pulls onto the road.
I sigh and look out the window.
Was it the harem comment that stunned him?
I know those are typically only for men, but this is the era of feminism. If a bitch can't have all the dicks, why even bother?
Chapter Thirty
Colt
Grayson snuck away with our little Hunter, the lucky bastard. Now I'm stuck babysitting. Demi's acquaintances are mildly annoying. Xena, or X as they call her, is funny. Tyra's a little too snotty for my liking, and Zander thinks he's a hero.
