Page 20 of Blood Owed (Blood Mafia 1)
Fucking vampires.
“I’ll be back later. Don’t get into trouble while I’m gone. Unless you like to be spanked.”
“Keep your hands away from my ass, vamp.”
He chuckles darkly and uncrosses his arms. “You’ve got so much spunk for a human. Are you sure you’re not a supe?”
My eyes narrow, and I glare at him. “I’m sure.”
Holding my breath when he steps closer, I wait for him to hit or bite me. When he doesn’t and he rests his palm on my cheek instead, my stomach flips. His thumb brushes over my bottom lip. The act is sensual and far too familiar. He jerks his finger away from my mouth and tsks when I snap my teeth at him.
“See you later, tiger.”
Grayson leaves me without a backward glance, and I’m almost sad to see him go. Almost but not quite.
A few hours pass,or at least it feels like they have. The person behind the mirror left shortly after Grayson, and I finally let myself relax. I hadn’t realized how the scrutinizing gaze made me stiffen and tense.
Whoever sat behind the glass is powerful. Someone I shouldn’t want to meet, but ever since experiencing the weight of his heavy gaze, I can’t wait to come face to face with the stranger.
If only to head butt him for being an asshole.
The doorknob rattles, and I watch the door with wary resignation. Sooner or later, they’re going to get tired of toying with me and take what they want.
My blood.
My life.
I don’t expect a couple to come stumbling through the door, kissing and groping each other as the man backs the woman into the room. The man’s eyes land on me, widen in surprise, and then narrow with malicious intent.
“Chelsea, babe. Look what we have here.”
The woman’s shirt is stuck on her bra, and the bright pink cup is a stark contrast to her darker skin. She tips her head to the side and places her finger on her lips.
“Did you get me a present?”
The guy beams at her, lying his ass off as he says, “Do you like it?”
Chelsea claps and adjusts her white top—which does nothing to hide the pink bra—and tucks it into her black high-waist shorts. If she weren’t about to bite me, I’d compliment her because she looks good.
“What’s her name?” Chelsea struts around me and runs her finger over my shoulder.
The man looks at me. “Agnes.”
“Seriously?” I ask him.
He shrugs. “I found Agnes at a club, desperately trying to find a vamp to sire her.”
Chelsea giggles. “Oh. I’d love to sire her.”
The thing is, they purposefully avoid the topic of siring in school. All I know about siring is what I’ve heard from unreliable sources. Some say it only takes one bite and an exchange of blood to turn a human. Others say it takes four and a full moon ritual. Either way, I’m not sure I want Chelsea to sire me, and the way she licks her lips makes me feel like she’s not entirely interested in making sure I survive her feeding.
“Agnes is a horrible name. What should we name you, pet?” Chelsea stands behind me and runs her hands down my front, bringing her cheek flush to mine so she can stare at her man.
His gaze flicks from hers to mine. It doesn’t take a genius to imagine what he’s picturing. Compared to Grayson, or even Colt, this guy is not who I’d want in a threesome with Chelsea. Not that I’m considering a threesome with her. I’m not into women, but if it were to happen, I wouldn’t choose this dude to be the one. Honestly, Chelsea can do better.
“What about”—Chelsea’s voice brushes over my skin, and I feel her lips curl against my cheek—“Mika?”
The man groans. “You always want to name them Mika.”
