Page 81 of Blood Taken (Blood Mafia 2)
Demi finds me waiting in the SUV. She huffs when she opens the door and slides into the vehicle.
"Ever the gentleman, Mateo." She slams the door closed.
Sarcasm is strong in this one.
I like it.
Before she can click her seatbelt in place, I grab her waist and sit her on my lap. She spears me with a glare, but settles into my hold.
The driver leaves the curb. Demi lifts an eyebrow.
"Whatever happened to click it or ticket?"
I shrug. "Supernatural healing doesn't exactly require seatbelts."
She crosses her arms, leaning back and trusting my grip on her waist to keep her from falling. It's the second time she's unconsciously trusted me. I don't even think she realizes what she's doing.
"We should talk about what happened in there."
I grimace. "Sisco has been after Alissa for the past fifty years. He's only recently escalated to violent acts against my people."
She shakes her head. "I don't give a damn about Sisco. I meant about you saying I was smitten with you. I am not smitten. I don't smit."
My lips twitch and she slaps my chest.
"You're this close to being punched in the dick again," she says, lifting her hand and pinching her fingers together.
I pull her a little closer, sliding her hips further up my lap until she's safely resting over my cock and blocking any would-be junk punches.
She stiffens and glances away. The little Hunter thinks she's good at hiding her reactions, but I notice everything. The way she slightly wiggles against me, the slightest intake of breath, her accelerated heartbeat.
Demi is not immune to me, nor I to her. She will realize denying her attraction to me is a futile effort.
"Look at me," I say, letting my power bleed into my voice. Now that she's come into her own power, it doesn't have the same overpowering effect. Still, the action draws her attention and those gorgeous brown eyes stare into mine.
"Well?" she asks when I continue to look at her without speaking.
I reach my hand up, slow enough to give her time to push me away. She doesn't, but she stares at it like it might bite her. When I rest my palm at the base of her throat, she swallows.
Her arousal sweeps through the car, filling the air with cinnamon and vanilla. I tilt my head up, daring her to make a move.
She leans into my hold. I ease my arm back but still keep my hand where it is. Demi closes more than half the distance between us before I lose my cool and slam my lips into hers, swallowing the throaty moan she lets out.
I take advantage of her momentary lapse in judgment, because if history is any indication she'll shove me away in a few minutes, and move so she's pinned underneath me on the backseat. Laying my body over hers is difficult, but I make it work, managing to press my hips into hers.
Her lips are soft against mine. Trailing my hands over her body, I cup her breasts and squeeze. There's far too much material between her and me. Something tells me ripping her dress off will destroy the moment.
So I cling to what we have, letting her feel every ounce of desire I have in my kiss and touch. She gasps when I move my lips from hers and make my way to her neck. When she rocks her hips against me, I smile and gently bite her neck.
"Mateo." Her whispered plea is all I need.
Her spicy blood rolls over my tongue. I groan against her throat. She continues to writhe against me, digging her nails into my shoulder and panting as the rush of being bitten washes over her.
I don't want to stop, but I also don't want to hurt her by taking too much. I pull away and kiss her again, letting her taste what drives me wild before I place my fangs against my wrist.
"Wait," she says, stopping me before I can break skin. "Not there." Her fingers brush over my neck. Then I feel the cool metal of a knife. "Here," she says and slashes my skin open.
She jerks me against her and seals her mouth over the wound. I shamelessly thrust my cock against her core, grinding against her like a fucking teenager who's yet to have sex.
