Page 43 of Blood Taken (Blood Mafia 2)
He places his palm at the base of my throat. "What is it, baby girl?"
I narrow my eyes on him, sucking in a breath when he squeezes his hand slightly.
God damn him.
We're in a club filled to the brim and I couldn’t give a crap if they're watching. I move my eyes to the crowd, but see that Grayson's pulled the heavy black drapes across our booth.
When did he do that?
Mateo squeezes my throat a little tighter. The pressure is still very gentle considering his strength, and I'm genuinely surprised I'm turned on by this because I've never been one for kinky shit.
Hello, my name is Demi, and I have an addiction to vampires and near-death experiences.
I flit my gaze to meet his. He's looking at me expectantly.
Oh right, he asked a question. A question I'm not going to answer. I'll opt for challenging instead of needy bitch.
"You can't put your hand up and then not do anything with it." My nostrils flare when he leans toward me, breathing in his musky cologne.
"You want me to do something?"
I nod.
He brings his lips a centimeter from mine. "Then ask." His lips brush against mine when he speaks.
Is this a test? Does he want to hear how desperate I am for him to make me come again? Or how much I want him to take me in the booth with Grayson watching?
I open my mouth to say something snarky, but the curtain is ripped open and cuts off my response.
"Demi! You're home." Evelyn is beaming at me. She's wearing a leather suit, think Catwoman, and has her long dark hair pulled into a slick ponytail. "Mateo, what are you doing to the poor woman? Let her go, you beast."
"I'm not making her stay."
Those words spur me into action. I slide off his lap and sit next to him in the booth. Ignoring him is hard, but I grin at Evelyn.
"Hey, Evelyn. How's it going?"
The half-insane vampire throws her head back and roars in laughter. "How's it going, she asks. You're nearly as crazy as they all think I am, Demi! You stabbed the fucker in the heart." There's a twinkle of pride in her eye.
"When I said give them hell, I meant make them work for it, and beg for that sweet little Hunter pussy, but damn girl. You took my suggestion to a whole other level. I love it."
She lifts her knee and jams it into Grayson's thigh. He scoots over so she can sit across from me. Evelyn stretches her arms over the table and lays her hands palms up.
I laugh and scrunch my nose as I reach for her. Her grip tightens on me as soon as our skin makes contact. Her smile falls and she draws her brow down over her blackening eyes.
"If you ever stab my brother, I will hurt you beyond repair, do you understand?"
Mateo scoffs. "Evelyn."
Her lips lift again and she looks at him like she's a little angel. Her irises return to brown. "What? She had to know. I don't want to harm her, but it's my sisterly duty to protect you. I am the oldest, after all."
Mateo hardly strikes me as someone who needs protecting.
"You're older?" I ask.
She returns her gaze to mine and there's not a trace of threatening malice there. "By a year," she says with a saucy wink. "He's always out of sorts when I mention it."
"Do you have somewhere to be?" Mateo's face is unreadable but if I had to wager a guess, I'd say he's more annoyed than pissed.
