Page 82 of Blood Taken (Blood Mafia 2)
Fuck, I need her naked.
It's all I can do to keep from stripping her and sinking my cock inside of her.
A strong brush of power crashes over us. I cling to her and hold her head in place, not wanting to stop the bond that's forging. This is the third exchange.
I bind my soul with hers, wrapping her dark red aura through my black one and braiding them together in a way that'll be impossible to undo. The invisible rope between us pulls taut.
She's mine.
Her heart is jack hammering against her chest, but she doesn't stop drinking like I expect. If anything she's more enthusiastic and matches my thrusting with her own, moaning and arching against me. Her breasts push against my chest and through the fabric I can feel her hardened nipples.
Damn it, this is not how I wanted this to go. I wanted to fuck her into oblivion when we completed the exchange. I knew when I picked her and set my intentions on bonding with her, I was in over my head.
The bond doesn't merely happen because you share blood. A vampire has to intend to bind a soul to theirs. I don't regret my decision one bit.
Part of me is worried she will be angry at me when she realizes what it means to be bonded to me. Demi still has so much to learn.
When she pulls away from me, her eyes are wide. She licks her lips. I do hate to see my blood leave her skin.
"Shit," she says.
I kiss her to silence any questions, demanding her lips part to let me in. She wraps her arms around my neck and succumbs to me.
This is exactly what I wanted.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Demi
Mateo is a force of nature. It's pointless to fight him. . . and if I'm honest, I don't want to resist him. I want him to be real with me. I want him to stop playing games, but most of all, I simply want him. This is the reason I don't shove him away and why I went through with the third exchange.
I didn't expect to feel an instant awareness of what the bond is. He's kissing me, ravaging my mouth with his, but that doesn't distract me from feeling every part of his being. Not just his flesh. I feel his undead heart; I feel the supernatural spark of life. I feel his power as if it were my own.
Is it the same for him?
When he stops kissing me, he rests his forehead against mine. "Baby girl, I only have so much restraint and if you keep grinding against me I'll forget about keeping control of myself and fuck you in the backseat."
His words make my core clench. Heat pools low in my stomach and I bite my lip, stopping myself from telling him to do it. We're in a moving car. There's a driver.
He places an arm on the top of the seat and leans up, using his foot on the floor to keep his weight from crushing me. "Stay with me tonight?"
"I won't agree to anything until you feed me."
Mateo's boisterous laugh is a shock, but I smile at the sound. "I'll buy you twenty hamburgers if that's what you want."
"No," I say, not able to keep from chuckling at him. "One will do, and some fries. French fries are a must."
He scoops me up, moves us around so I'm sitting across his lap and clamps his hands around me.
"I don't suppose you'll let me go?" I ask.
"Nope." His P pops and I sigh.
"This close," I say, holding my thumb and forefinger close together.
"You want me too much to junk punch me again." He gives me a cocky smirk that makes my stomach flip. Overconfident vampire bastard.
"I wouldn't be so sure about that," I say, leaning back against him. He's right though, I probably won't hit him again, at least not in that region. His face will make a great alternative.
