Page 99 of Blood Owed (Blood Mafia 1)
She makes a pouting sound but pulls the blade from the practice dummy all the same and moves down to the next one. “Has anyone ever told you you’re an asshole?”
“A few times, tiger,” I confess, watching as she sets up properly this time and nails the heart in one swift motion.
Once her supe strength manifests, her muscle memory will improve and her progress will change from snail’s pace to cheetah speed.
I cringe.Cheetah speed, Grayson? Really?
What is it with me and big cat references? Demi’s got all the fire of a feline, that’s for sure. She’s a touch crazy too, a trait she also shares with the animals.
The nickname and references aren’t inaccurate.
She stabs a few more dummies, laughing with the last one. “This is fucking amazing.”
I realize I should be worried that the woman I want to bed is getting off on stabbing things. By her own admission, it’s probably me she’s imagining. Or Mateo, he’s definitely more stabbable than I am.
When she unleashes a dazzling smile that makes me forget my name, I have to shake my head to gain coherency. “Good. We can practice again on Monday.”
She frowns. “It’s only Tuesday.”
I nod. “Yes, but Mateo needs me for something tomorrow. I’ll be back Sunday night.”
Two days before her birthday.
“Where will he be?”
A fool, I am not. “He’ll be here, monitoring his city and people.”
I can’t have her thinking she’s safe to leave. I don’t want her to leave. I want her to stay. So do Mateo and Colt.
Demi is quickly becoming an Achilles heel. The longer she stays off of other supes radar, the better. If Blaze catches her out and about, she’ll be in trouble.
There’s only so much fear I can incite. Demi’s harder than she looks. Her soft features and flowing brown hair would be homely on anyone else. The near permanentget fuckedlook she wears makes her fiercely beautiful though.
Her scowl fades. I raise an eyebrow but wisely don’t call her on her obvious relief.
Could it be our little Hunter wants Mateo to be home?
How cute.
I’ll never tell the bastard though, he’d be too smug about it. I’ll keep this little nugget of information to myself.
“I’m so disgusting. I need a shower.”
“Do you need—”
“No,” she says, cutting me off.
I step closer to her, breathing in her salty sweat. “Are you sure?” Running my hand up her slick arm, I place my palm under her neck. “I promise to behave.”
Her sudden catch of breath doesn’t escape my notice nor does the rising scent of arousal and flush of her skin.
She’s so close to accepting me.
Then her eyes harden, and she shoves my chest. “Don’t.”
I frown but let her go, for now.
Sooner or later, she’ll be begging for me to fuck her. When she does, I’ll make sure she comes so hard she’ll never tease me again. I’ll make her beg me to stop, plead for a break in the pleasure I’m going to give her.
