Page 92 of Blood Owed (Blood Mafia 1)
I’m going to stab him first.
He glances at Blaze. “I find the wolves’ infatuation with Demi very interesting. Tell me, what does an alpha want with a human girl?”
Blaze throws his head back and lets out a deranged bark of laughter. His men shift, causing Grayson and Colt to turn in their seats to face toward them.
The skin on my neck rises in warning when Blaze lowers his head and looks at me.
“We both know she’s not a girl or a human.”
What the hell? Does everyone know I’m not human? Is there a damned sign on my forehead or something?
“She is not for sale,” Mateo says, neither confirming nor denying Blaze’s comment. The vampire lifts my hand, the one clutching the knife. Blaze’s eyes catch on the sharpened point when Mateo peels it from my grasp. He stabs the table and pulls my wrist to his mouth, sinking his fangs into my skin.
“Oh,” I say on a gasp, not despising the sensations rushing over me as he feeds from me.
Blaze is growing angrier by the second, his face turning red and his eyes glowing a bright, eerie yellow.
Wolves like blood as well, but not in the same way. Blood reminds them of fresh meat and feasting whereas vampires just want a little sucky sucky.
A loud snarling growl sounds from deep inside Blaze’s chest. Mateo pays him no mind, taking a bit more blood before rolling his tongue over the wound to seal it.
The wine—or more likely the loss of blood—has me lightheaded. Not a good state to be in when the big bad wolf wants you for his own. Mateo slashes his wrist with the knife, offering it to me.
He’s using the situation to his advantage, gaining one more sharing of blood to protect me from the alpha. I hate him for it but take his wrist in my hand and place my lips over the wound, drinking his blood.
I do not want to go with the wolves.
Again, I find myself making the decision to stay with the Blood Mafia.
Mateo pets my head as I drink and sneers at Blaze.
The wolf has regained a smidgen of control, but when I look over at him while I drink Mateo’s blood, I see he’s still pissed.
The rush of supe strength trembles through my body, and Mateo tugs on my hair slightly.
Asshole.
I bite his wrist with my blunt teeth and tug hard before releasing his flesh. He grunts in surprise. A trickle of blood runs down the side of my chin and I dab it away with the expensive napkin like a proper lady.
“You let her hurt you?”
Mateo takes a sip of his blood martini. “Demi and I have an understanding. She likes it rough.”
I choke on my wine.
Grayson pats my back.
“Pets should know their place.”
“As should mutts but here we are with one sitting at the table.” I blame the wine and vampire blood. My mouth has nothing to do with this.
Blaze’s chair crashes back, and he slams his hands on the table, leaning toward me. Every inch of his body is coiled to strike. His face partially shifts, and his words come out guttural. “Teach your bitch her place, or I will.”
He’s speaking to Mateo but glaring at me. I take great offense because no one calls me a bitch—aside from Lexi—and snatch Grayson’s knife. I jam it into his eye, or I would have if Mateo hadn’t flashed to me and stopped me.
Saliva drips from Blazes fangs, and his growl breaks through my idiotic notion that I could take him.
Grayson and Colt have their guns pointed at Blaze’s wolves. The threat of silver piercing their heart is enough to hold them back. They snarl and growl at us though, making their disapproval clear.
