Page 42 of Blood Taken (Blood Mafia 2)
I start to lunge across the table, but Grayson's hand holds me in place.
"Let me go." I'm still clutching the bottom half of the glass and it's jagged enough to stab with.
As if knowing my thoughts, he snatches it from my hand and tosses it over his head. A group of vampires nearby hiss at him but quiet when a wash of Mateo's power fills the room.
When they turn around, Mateo focuses his power on me. It tingles down my spine, making the hairs on the back of my neck rise and my heart skip.
This is the terrifying vampire.
His eyes aren't dark brown anymore. They're full black and he's eyeing me like candy on Halloween night. He wants to eat me and I don't think orgasms come with the deal.
They should though, the least he could do is make me come before he kills me. It's only fair.
Then I remember what Grayson said. They don't want to kill me.
They want to wreck me.
A shiver skates down my back and Mateo's lips curve in a dangerous, knowing smile. "Come here."
Grayson removes his hand from my leg.
I shake my head. "No."
I'm not able to fully fight his command because despite my adamant objection, I inch forward in my seat. He presses his hands on the table and leans toward me.
"Come here," he growls the words and I feel his power pressing down on my skin. My will to fight is barely there, but I hold on to it like a ledge atop a dark abyss. If I let go, I'm going to plummet into the darkness and Mateo will be there to shove me further down, chasing after me with his malicious smile and savage promises.
"Demetria, come here."
There it goes. R.I.P. to my backbone.
I shamelessly climb onto the table and crawl toward him. He sits back, laying his arms across the seat. The gorgeous bastard is a cocky son of a bitch.
When I slide into his lap, his hands find my ass and he holds me in place. "Did that make you mad, baby girl?"
Pulling my eyebrows down and sneering at him, I say, "What do you think?"
His grip on my ass tightens and he grinds me against his hard length. "Why did it bother you?"
I try to process his words but it's incredibly hard to think when he's doing this with my body. Slamming my hands on his shoulders, I try to stop the motion but he only moves me faster, pushing against my core and making my stomach clench with need.
He captures my gasp with his lips. I press my mouth into a firm line.
I'm not kissing him with her blood in his mouth. He must understand because he moves his mouth down my neck, alternating between kissing and biting me. Digging my fingers into his hair, I surrender to his will. When his fangs pierce my skin and my mouth opens in a silent scream as he makes me come, I tug on his hair.
A soft growl vibrates against my neck where his mouth is planted. I flex my core to stay upright because I could melt into his hold. I won't though. There's still too much fucked up shit between us, I can't justify snuggling with him.
His tongue is hot and wet on my throat as he licks the wounds closed. I uncurl my fingers which are still clenching his hair and lean my back against the table. Mateo keeps one hand on my waist while using the other to clean his mouth. He sucks on a digit and this time I find it incredibly sexy.
It helps it's my blood and not the feeder’s.
Those dark eyes are watching me carefully.
Is he waiting for something? I thought this was him initiating the third exchange, but he makes no move to help me feed from him.
Sensing my confusion, he smirks. "Do you want something, Demi?"
Nope. No way am I confessing I want to drink his blood.
