Page 117 of Blood Bound (Blood Mafia 3)

“I was counting on it,” he says, not releasing the gun when I wrap my fingers around the handle.

“Colt.” I narrow my eyes and step closer. “Are you trying to fight with me?”

“You’re so sexy when you threaten me.” He bites his lip and winks.

I go on my toes and press my lips against his. “You’re a brat,” I say and yank the gun from his hands.

“I had a good teacher.”

Pointing the gun at the new target, I click off the safety and fire until the magazine is empty. I hit near the heart every time. Slightly turning, I blow on the end of the barrel and smirk. “So did I.”

His eyes are on my lips and I lift an eyebrow. “What? I did good.” I set the gun aside, turn to stare at my work, and place my hands on my hips. The target, if it were human or supe, would be long dead by now.

Colt’s arms wrap around my waist and he buries his head against my neck. “I’m so hard right now.”

His hardened length presses into my ass and I tip my head to the side, giving him better access to my throat. He traces his fangs over the sensitive skin, releasing a low growl when my breath catches.

He trails his lips up my neck, placing them against my ear. “I’m going to fuck you.”

There’s no one else here. Why the hell not?

Bringing my hands up, I link them behind his neck and arch my back. “What are you waiting for?”

With a dark chuckle, he drops his mouth back to my throat and bites me. There’s a sharp sting when his fangs pierce my flesh but it quickly fades. He lifts my shirt up enough to slide one rough palm into my panties. He groans against my neck when he feels how wet I am, running his fingers over the length of my slit. Running his tongue over the puncture marks, he seals the wound and pulls his hand out of my pants.

“Take off your clothes.”

I release his neck and step away, stripping as quick as I can without falling over. His eyes devour every inch of bare skin. Closing the distance between us, he buries his hand in my hair and presses his lips to mine, teasing his tongue against the seam until I open my mouth. His tongue slips through, tangling with mine in a feverish, needy dance.

Then he rips his lips from mine, spins me around, and places my hands on the edge of the window of the shooting lane. He gently nudges my legs apart, spreading them wide enough I lean forward to keep my balance.

His clothes fall to the floor behind me, landing with a gentle thud. My heart is hammering against my chest and my core pulses with need.

“Colt.”

“Patience, Demi.” He presses his naked chest against my back, cupping a breast in one hand and slipping two fingers inside of me. “Do you feel how wet you are?”

I nod, squeezing the ledge hard enough my knuckles turn white. “Stop teasing me and fuck me already.”

He pinches my nipple hard enough to make me whimper. “You’re not being patient.” His fingers leave my core and he grips my hips, tilting them up slightly. “Is this what you want?”

He presses his cock against me, teasing my entrance. I press back against him, moaning when it begins to slide into me. Colt stops himself from fully entering and grabs a fistful of my hair, wrenching my head back. “Say it.”

“Yes.”

Pulling my hair, he tsks. “You need to say it.”

“I want it.”

“Want what?” he asks, circling his hips.

“I want you to fuck me.”

He eases in another inch. “What’s the magic word?”

“Please!”

“Good girl.” He slams his hips into me, my ass jiggles with the force of the impact and I gasp. “Good. Fucking. Girl.” He slams into me over and over, deeper and deeper with each thrust.

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