Page 46 of Blood Taken (Blood Mafia 2)
The bed dips and I open my eyes, staring at Mateo. His hands are on either side of my head and he lowers down to kiss me. "You'll have to say please," he says when he pulls back. Before I can respond, he says, "Sleep."
And I do.
* * *
I wakeup with drool on my cheek. I've made a cocoon out of Mateo's soft blanket and I can feel how knotted my hair is. The vampire is nowhere in sight, and I can't say I'm disappointed.
I need a moment to myself to recover from everything.
And by everything, I mean the orgasms. I've well and truly fucked myself now. Mateo will never let up. He asked if I hated him and I told him the truth.
Gripping my bottom lip with my teeth, I smash my face into the sheet, groaning in frustration. “What the hell did I do?”
"I won't tell Mateo you woke up hating yourself."
Grayson's voice startles me and I squeak, rolling off the bed and landing in a heap on the floor.
He laughs.
I curse. "A little warning would be nice."
The bed shakes and Grayson's head pokes over the edge. His lips are drawn into that damn charming smile and I can't help but chuckle. I slap my forehead.
"This is the worst birthday ever."
"Liar," he teases.
I glare at him and sit up, yanking the blanket off of me. "I need a shower."
"Yeah you do."
"Shut it, fang banger."
Grayson lies on the bed, placing his head level with mine. "You're so cute in the mornings."
"It's three-seventeen in the afternoon," I say after glancing at the bedside clock.
He shrugs. "You just woke up, same difference."
I look around the room. Did Mateo stay with me while I slept? I don't remember anything after he commanded me to sleep.
My powers can't come soon enough.
I'll show him where he can shove his stupid vampire compulsion.
"Mateo had a few things to do so he left me on guard. I brought you some of your stuff."
Narrowing my eyes at him, I stand and place my hands on my hips, taking a step closer. "Why are you playing good cop?"
He shifts to kneeling and grabs me, smashing me into his body and dropping his mouth to my neck. I moan when he bites me, hating how much I enjoy it.
Am I a junkie like Lexie?
Grayson pulls back a few seconds later, smirking at the dazed look on my face. "See, I can play bad cop too."
I scoff. "You're the worst of them all, you know that?"
He scrunches his eyebrows together. "Me? Why?"
