Page 116 of Blood Bound (Blood Mafia 3)

His eyes darken to black and he flashes his fangs at me. “Very well.”

Hoisting me up on the counter, Grayson buries his face between my legs without ceremony.

“Oh fuck.” I grip the edge, hanging on for dear life as his tongue swirls over my clit at lightning speed. “Grayson, I think…” I trail off, unable to finish the sentence when he nips my thigh and slips two fingers inside of me.

“That’s better, tiger. No thinking.” His thumb presses down hard on my clit and he bites my inner thigh, drawing blood straight from the vein.

Dropping my head back and releasing an embarrassing moan, I shamelessly grind against his hand, begging for his fingers to move faster. He takes the hint and picks up the pace, sliding his fingers against my walls before plunging back inside and circling my clit with his thumb.

“Grayson, oh fuck. Yes. Fuck.”

I sound ridiculous but I don’t give a damn. My whole body seizes as I crest, crashing through the orgasm and nearly collapsing onto the counter. Shivers ripple down my spine and he takes one last draw of blood, lapping at the crimson liquid and sealing the wound.

When he stands, he bites his wrist and I snatch his arm, eager to complete this bond. His blood rolls over my tongue. I clamp my fingers around his wrist and stare into his eyes as the bond snaps into place. It’s less intense now that I’m prepared for it, but my heart still flutters and my core clenches with need.

His eyes drop to where my mouth is sealed over his skin and he smiles. “You know what else I’d like to see those pretty lips wrapped around.”

Yes, please. I lick the puncture marks one last time then point to the bedroom.

“Bed, now.”

He flashes away and I laugh.

Someone’s excited.

I strut into the room, rolling my nipples between my fingers and staring at the fucking gorgeous vampire on my bed. His dick is hard in his hand and he lazily strokes it as I climb on the bed and crawl between his legs.

“Who said you could touch yourself?”

He smirks and releases his cock.

“Much better,” I say, humming in approval. Then I wrap my index finger and thumb around the base of his length and run my tongue over his shaft. “Now lie back and be a good boy.”

I take him fully into my mouth, pushing the limits of my gag reflex.

“Demi,” he moans my name and digs his fingers into my hair.

Hearing him come undone like that? It makes it all worth it.

I start to bob my head, making him gasp and jerk beneath me until his cum spurts down my throat in a hot stream.

“I love you,” he mumbles between moans. “Fucking hell, I love you.”

Pulling my lips off his cock with a pop, I smirk at him. “Love you too, Gray.”

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The next morning,I find Colt at the gun range. He’s shooting an AR-15 and demolishing a target at the end of his lane.

I wait until he finishes before walking my fingers up his arm. “You’re so sexy when you concentrate.”

He sets the gun on the table and runs a finger over his scarred eyebrow. “You haven’t been here in a while. Do you want to shoot?”

Smiling, I nod. “I want to use that one.” I point to the gun he just set down.

His lips twitch, but he picks up the gun, loads it with a fresh magazine, and holds it out to me. “You sure you can handle this?”

“Watch it, bub. I’ll kick your ass.”

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