Page 39 of Blood Taken (Blood Mafia 2)
"Deep breaths, in through your nose, out through your mouth."
Following his instructions, I place my palm against his thigh for support. He rests his hand on the back of my head.
Fool.
"Ma—" Colt begins, but I strike before he can finish the warning.
Mateo grunts in pain when my fist connects with his nuts. I duck under his hand and stand, glaring at his coal-black eyes.
"That's for trying to make me a pet."
"Demi," he says around fangs, making my name sound funny.
Oh, does the vampire want to play?
"Yes, dear?" I bat my eyelashes. "This is why you wanted me back, right?"
Mateo closes the small gap between us and I crane my neck so I can stare into his dark gaze. He slaps his hand against my ass and pulls me against his body. The inner wanton bitch in me swoons. The practical side of me is mad he's still not in pain.
Stupid vampire healing.
"You should be nice to him, baby girl."
I snort. "Him?" I use my palm on his chest to keep from being totally smashed against him.
Mateo presses himself against me. Well he went from agonizing pain to hard real quick.
"Would you like me to make an introduction?"
Jesus H. Christ, YES.
"Not on your life," I hiss the words.
Colt laughs. "You're a terrible liar."
My heart skips a beat. It's the first thing he's said to me.
Don't fuck it up, Demi. Don't fuck it up.
Tossing my hair over my shoulder, I glance back at him and wink. "I fooled you."
And you fucked it up.
Colt's eye twitches and his irises darken.
Mateo tightens his grip on me. "Go," he commands.
Lowering his scarred eyebrow, Colt snarls at Mateo before flashing away.
Grayson sighs. "Tiger, word of advice? Don't taunt the vampire. He's still mad at you."
"I warned him." I shove against Mateo's chest and he releases me. "I warned you all."
He nods. "I know. Colt knows that too, which is why he hasn't killed you."
"Yet." I cross my arms over my chest. "Hasn't killed me yet."
"Sometimes I feel like you're purposefully obtuse. Colt doesn't want to kill you. None of us do." Grayson runs his hands through his hair, as though embarrassed by his confession.
