Page 55 of Blood Taken (Blood Mafia 2)
"Demi," I whisper into her ear.
"Gods, you're fast." She clutches her chest like I've given her a heart attack.
I nudge her face with my nose. "You get a pass." I stand and backflip off the bar.
"You like me, you really like me!" Her voice raises ten octaves when she screams the last part.
Colt's watching me with those tragically guarded green eyes from across the roof. He's flashed away from the scene.
Is he scared?
I run for him, leaping over a barrel with ease. I stop two inches away from him, breathing across his lips.
His throat bobs. "Your eyes are red."
Canting my head, I stare up at him through my lashes. The others will wake up soon, fully healed.
"Care to dance?"
He shakes his head. "I don't want to fight with you."
I place my hand against his throat and pull his lips to mine. He exhales and his tongue darts out. He tries to close the gap between us, but I shove him back into the wall.
Then I pounce, wrapping my legs around him. He grunts at my sudden unexpected weight.
"I won't apologize," I tell him, linking my fingers behind his neck.
"I don't expect you to. I deserved it."
A smile—one of happiness rather than psychotic murderous rage—tugs at my lips. "I knew I liked you."
Then I kiss him without restraint. His fingers dig into my ass and he growls when I nip his lower lip. My world spins when he changes positions so I'm pressed against the wall. He buries one of his hands in my hair and jerks my neck to the side, ripping my lips away from his.
The bite is expected, and to be completely frank, I fucking want it. His fangs pierce my flesh in a quick pinch of pain. I rock my hips against him and moan in encouragement.
Damn, this feels good.
No wonder feeders get addicted.
He moves his teeth from my neck and kisses me in a bruising meeting of lips. My blood tastes like copper and cinnamon on his tongue.
I love it.
His hand leaves my hair, and he uses a small knife to cut himself. I don't hesitate to take what he's offering me. My lips press into his neck and I lap at the wound.
This is crazy.
I'm hopelessly lost to the insanity.
I shouldn't want to bind myself to them, but I do. It's not worth fighting, especially when it feels so damn good. The vampire blood is like sprinkles on top of an iced cupcake. Sugar on top of sugar on top of sugar. My supe powers, the rush from his bite, and the crashing wave of the temporary power I get from drinking his blood sends my body into oblivion.
My stomach tightens and my heart flutters. He yanks my head away from his neck and kisses me again, though this time it's tenderly done.
"Are you about fucking finished?" Maria's angry voice cuts through our moment.
I smile against his lips and let out a soft giggle only the vampires can hear.
"You're crazy," he whispers, kissing me again before pulling away and glancing over his shoulder.
