Page 45 of Blood Taken (Blood Mafia 2)
"Perhaps," I confess, then change the subject. "Why did you read me Van Helsing's book?"
The elevator dings and the doors open. Mateo doesn't move.
"Because it's your history."
I shake my head. "I don't understand you, Mateo. Why would you want to teach me those things if we’re enemies?"
He flashes to me and I gasp. He drops his forehead to mine and inhales. My heart flutters in my chest like a frantic butterfly. My body wants nothing more than to lean into his.
"Do we feel like enemies?"
The elevator doors whoosh closed, but the machine doesn't move. I guess not many vampires are up at six-thirty in the morning.
"No," I whisper and turn my head.
We don't feel like enemies. He feels. . . amazing. I want him more than I should. I want Colt and Grayson more than I should, too. I'm a born vampire killer. What's to say I won't end up slaughtering the lot of them when I come into my powers?
It'd solve my problems, but part of me would regret killing them for good.
Gerry wanted to kill me for my connection with the vampires. Maybe I should have let him.
Mateo's hand is on my thigh and moving toward my apex. He groans when he runs his finger along the length of my core. My yoga pants don't do much to conceal how wet I am.
"Do enemies want to fuck each other?"
I bite my lip, bucking my hips when he applies pressure over my clit. "Sometimes," I say in a trembling voice. "Anger can make for really hot sex."
His fingers move against me and I try to stop from grinding into his hand.
It feels so good.
"Do you hate me, Demi?"
The truth?
"No." I drop my head, letting my hair cover my face.
Mateo grumbles in approval at my response, using his free hand to grab my chin. He applies pressure to his fingers, forcing me to meet his gaze. His other hand is still pressing and rubbing against me over my pants.
I whimper when he hits the right spot. His eyes darken from brown to black, and his lips curl into a sinister smile. "That's right, baby girl. Come for me."
Honestly, that line has never worked for me, but with Mateo? I will do whatever he commands at this very second. So, my body starts to tremble in response. I moan as he cups me and I grind against him for the second time tonight. He kisses me when I come, swallowing the embarrassing noises I'm making and teasing his tongue against mine. This time I kiss him back, tasting hints of copper and cinnamon from my blood.
He smacks his hand against the wall. I jump at the sound. The doors sweep open. He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He flashes us to his bedroom. He drops me onto the bed. Air catches in my throat and my heart thumps loudly.
"Not so fast, baby girl. It's bedtime."
What now?
Mateo pulls the blanket out from underneath me and lays it over me. "It's almost seven in the morning, Demi. Go to bed." His vampire power presses against me, making my eyes droop on command.
I try to fight his hold. I must be more tired than I realize because I can't summon the energy to resist closing them.
"I want my orgasm," I mumble as I fall to sleep.
He chuckles darkly. "I gave you two."
"Those don't count."
