Page 46 of Blood Bound

The second she looks up, our eyes meet and her smile drops. But then she does something that causes a wave of anger to bubble up in my chest.

She gets up and fucking sits on his lap.

Christ, this woman knows what she does to me, especially when she smirks and leans down to whisper something in Reaper’s ear that gets me even more pissed off.

But I’ve never allowed myself to be bested by a woman or consumed by jealousy, so I do something I know will get her blood boiling.

I lean against the table and brace Gia in my arms. “Do you want to offer your neck to me one last time, kitten?” I ask, watching as her eyes shimmer to purple, showing her lust.

She cups my face in her hands and leans down toward my ear. “Only if it ends in you bending me over and fucking my brains out for six hours straight.” Normally this would be what gets me turned on, but I have no intention of fucking Gia tonight.

I push her head to the side and I see the horror in Katherine’s eyes when I bare my fangs, but then she is the one who ends up making me lose my shit.

I throw Gia off of my lap and stomp over to her, pulling her out of Reaper’s arms and throwing her over my shoulders. Then I stalk towards my bedroom, feeling pissed off at what she was about to fucking do.

“Gabriel, what the fuck!” she exclaims, but I slap her ass and tell her to be quiet.

As soon as we’re inside, I push her down on the bed and brace myself over her, my hand gently grabbing her throat. Her eyes are wide as she regards me, but that’s not fear I’m sensing in her scent.

“Were you about to let someone else touch what belongs to me?” I ask her in a low voice, trying to hide my anger and failing.

She blinks, cocking her head to the side. “And what exactly belongs to you, Gabriel?” she taunts, and I smell the whiskey on her breath.

Hmm, so she had to get alcohol into her system to do this? That pisses me off even more.

“Do you want me to spell it out for you, little lamb?”

She grabs my neck and pulls her face close to mine, then whispers the words that get my cock harder than fucking steel.

“I want you to show me.”

KATHERINE

The look in his eyes sends a yummy jolt straight in between my legs, and I can hear him trying to contain a growl. Then he claims my mouth with such a violent jerk that I’m scared he might draw blood.

The way his tongue plays with mine has me moaning into his mouth, and I grip the hair at the back of his head, needing more. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him closer while he grinds himself against my throbbing center, causing delicious friction.

I know that I probably shouldn’t have pushed him, but weeks without seeing him in person when he occupies my dreams every night just did something to me. And if I am never seeing him again after tonight, I want to experience him… if only once before we part.

He breaks off the kiss, drawing his forehead to mine, and we both try to catch our breaths.

“Not like this,” he breathes, “not when you’ve had alcohol; I want you to come to me clear-headed and without the influence of liquid courage.”

He moves up from the bed, but I pull him back, then twist my body along with his so I’m on top of him now. Years of sparring and I’m able to flip a +250-pound vampire on his back.

Amusement plays in his eyes, and he lets out a dark chuckle. “Did you just fucking flip me over?”

I lean down close to his face while bracing my hands next to his head. “If I was drunk, would I have been able to do that? I only drank from the bottle that was in your hand, Gabriel, and trust me, it takes more than a swig or two of Jack to get me tipsy.”

Grinning, he runs his hands down my sides and squeezes my ass, grinding into me again. “So that little display out there with Reaper–”

“I was only giving what I was getting, but you were the first one to snap,” I say, grinning triumphantly. “Game, set, match, King; I win this time.”

He scoffs as a grin makes its way onto his lips, showing off those fangs that I suddenly find incredibly sexy.

“Christ, you have no idea how much I’m holding back, little lamb,” he says in a raspy voice, shaking his head. “Calling me that will only get you fucked hard.”

A tingle shoots up my spine when he says that, and I grind my hips into his length, causing him to groan.

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