Page 60 of Blood Owed (Blood Mafia 1)
There are a lot less vampires in the weight room, and that probably has a lot to do with their supe strength. I wouldn’t be surprised if there was an outdoor field where they flip cars like humans do tractor tires.
I’m not sure why Colt’s taken it upon himself to be my personal trainer, but I’m not complaining. He runs me through the bench presses—regular and declined—shoulder presses, lateral raises, some abdominal stuff, and finally a series of stretches that make me feel like I’m in heaven.
“Hell no,” I say when he drops the foam roller on the mat next to me.
He narrows his eyes. “You’re going to need it, you hit your max on everything we did.”
I blow out a harsh breath but slowly ease the foam roller under my body and painfully roll out my muscles, groaning and complaining the entire time. Even though I despise the foul tool, it really does make me feel better every time I use it.
It’s only when we leave the gym and head to the elevator, I remember who Colt is and where I am. Reality wipes away the lazy smile I’m wearing, and in its place grows a scowl.
Colt’s leaning against the elevator, watching me without a trace of emotion on his face. “What did you just think about?”
I look away from him and stare at the numbers flashing as we rise to my floor. “I remembered who you are.”
His eyes flash with an unreadable emotion then he nods. “It’s probably best not to forget.”
“Trust me, it won’t happen again.”
He frowns at my words. “I thought you were enjoying yourself.”
The elevator dings and the doors open. We step into the dim hall and make our way toward my apartment.
“I was,” I mumble, hating to admit such a thing to him. “That’s the problem.”
I unlock my door with my electronic key and turn before Colt can barge in.
His eyes darken when he inhales. “Demi.”
“I don’t know what your game is, Colt, but I’m not some puppet you can play with. We’re not friends.”
Slipping his hand behind my back, he gives the door a slight shove. It swings open and I stumble. Colt catches me, kicks the door closed, and presses me against the wall.
He dips his head to my neck, trailing his nose over the sensitive skin. His lips caress the underside of my jaw, and he bites me hard enough I can feel his sharp fangs but soft enough that he doesn’t break skin.
I clench my thighs together and hold on to his shirt as my brain tries to catch up with my body. I’m still stuck on being annoyed, but my traitorous vagina is begging to make Colt her new pet.
“I never mentioned anything about friends, Demi.”
My back arches when he speaks, his breath tickling my ear. Holding the small of my back with one hand and tangling the other into my hair, he wrenches my head to the side and presses his hips into mine.
Being turned on is confusing as hell, because I still can’t wait to stab him in his cold, undead heart. Hate fuckingissupposed to be amazing. Colt’s lips brush against mine and his tongue traces the seam of my lips. I moan when I let him in, letting him devour and destroy any semblance of sanity I have.
Then I bite his tongue because I’m not a fool.
He growls and yanks my hair harder. I move my hands so I’m gripping his neck and dig my nails in. It’s not much, but at least it’s something.
I stare unflinchingly into his eyes, taking in the desire, frustration, and undercurrent of savagery.
“Let go of me,” I say, digging my nails in harder and drawing blood. “Now.”
Colt’s eyes turn black, but he slowly removes his hands from my body. I scowl when he doesn’t step back, then realize I’m the one with my legs and hands wrapped around him. I undo my legs, letting my feet drop to the floor. My hands are still around his neck, and I slowly walk him back against the other wall.
I’m not strong enough to force him to move, but he lets me do it and that’s enough for me to know who has the power right now. He’s flush with the wall and his eyes are narrowed, staring me down as I glare into them. A vicious smile cuts across my face.
“It’s not going to be that easy, Colt.” I go on my toes and kiss the corner of his mouth then whisper in his ear, “I’m going to fuck you, eventually, but it’ll be on my terms, when I’m ready and you’ve groveled for my forgiveness.”
He licks his lips.
