Page 66 of Blood Taken (Blood Mafia 2)
She grins like a kid in a candy store. "Is that a yes?"
I nod.
Lifting her hands to clap, she lets out a horrified screech and lowers the one holding the head. "Fuck, I forgot about that. We should finish the job first."
She turns and runs out of the alley. She's going so fast we have to flash to keep up with her. This night just got a lot more interesting.
Chapter Twenty
Demi
Colt stops the car in the parking garage and we hop out, rushing toward the elevator without a word. We're all too caught up in thoughts of what's coming. I go to press the button for my floor, but Colt stops me and presses a different one.
"We'll go to my room. My shower is bigger."
I glance down at my hands, they’re still covered in blood. "Good idea."
Here is where most people would freak out about killing a person, and yet again I feel no remorse. I'm not worried about cops this time. There's not a bone in my body that feels sorry for that vampire. He got what was coming to him and my Hunter blood thirst is satisfied, for now.
Colt leads us to his apartment when the elevator arrives on his floor. As soon as we're inside and he locks the door, I strip out of my clothes and head down the hall. I pass an office and hallway bathroom before I reach his room. Their footsteps are soft on the plush carpet, but they're right behind me. Clothes fall to the floor behind me and I smile at their eagerness.
At least it's not just me.
Grayson cuts in front of me when I push through the door. He ducks into the master bath and I hear the shower kick on. Colt picks me up from behind, crushing my naked flesh against his bare chest.
"I can walk, you know." My ass brushes against his cock.
Oh shit. He's already hard.
"I know, Demi, but I wanted to carry you. That ass is taunting me."
I shiver. His breath is hot against my shoulder and he drops a lingering kiss as he carries me into the bathroom.
Grayson quirks a brow at us and steps into the stream of water. I watch as his tattoos grow wet, practically drooling at the site. Steam fogs the see-through glass pane.
"Let me down."
Colt does as I ask. I reach back and grab his hand, meeting his green gaze. "Ready?"
He nods. "Just don't stab me, please."
I roll my eyes. "That was one time. I'm over stabbing you."
"Why are you still talking then?"
Well, if I didn't know any better I'd say he's telling me to shut up.
I think I like that.
Mainly because it means sex.
I'm sandwiched between two walls of muscle, but they adjust their stance so the water hits all of us. Grayson grabs a loofa and squirts some of Colt's soap onto it. Colt leans against the shower wall, holding my breasts in his hands as Grayson washes me.
He starts with my hands, scrubbing gently to get rid of the blood. The water turns pink and he doesn't stop until it runs clear. Then he drops to his knees. Water drips from his face, but he doesn't seem to mind as he slowly scrubs the loofa up my leg.
Colt tweaks both of my nipples and I arch my back, gasping in surprise.
"You didn't think I'd let him have all the fun, did you?" he whispers the question in my ear at the same time Grayson drops the loofa and rips my legs open.
