Skoll and Jon flanked him, and while their bodies weren’t wired for sex the way Blade’s was, they sure as shit were susceptible to the lust pheromones billowing off Mace and Scotty in radioactive blasts.
Blade’s jealousy went next-level as the guys observed Mace and Scotty with a mix of curiosity, surprise, and arousal.
Mine.
Scotty wasn’t his, of course, but his primal brain didn’t care. No one was allowed to lust after Scotty. All that mattered was getting Scotty away from these males.
Mace included.
“Mace!”His roar echoed through the air, and the forest went still as death.Hey, look at that, Jon. There’s a demon in the forest, after all.
Mace’s eyes, glazed over with bloodlust and plain, old-fashioned carnal lust, didn’t seem to register what was happening. Not even when Blade tore Scotty from his grip. He hauled her off Mace’s lap and dropped her to her feet.
Blood spurted from Scotty’s throat in a crimson gusher.
Oh, shit.
Shit, shit,shit!
They hadn’t been making out. Mace had been feeding.
Scotty slapped her hand over the bite marks on her neck. “What the hell, Blade?” she snapped. “Mace needs blood.”
And he couldn’t have waited half an hour for Jon or Skoll?
Instantly shamed by the thought and withering under Scotty’s fury, Blade stepped back.
“Sorry,” he grumbled as he fired up his healing ability and reached for her. Yeah, she’d heal quickly on her own, but his guilt wouldn’t let him wait.
Scotty had other plans. Furious, she jerked away and offered her hand to Mace.
Mace waved off her help and came unsteadily to his feet. “Notcool, man.”
“So not cool.” Scotty scowled at Blade, accusation and indignation burning in her eyes. “What did you think was happening?”
Wiping her blood off his mouth with the back of his hand, Mace braced himself against a tree. “He thought we were gonna fuck.”
Scotty rounded on Blade, a bundle of redheaded fury. “How dare you!” She punched him in the shoulder hard enough to make him stumble. He’d always admired how she never held anything back, but maybe she could have pulled that punch a little.
“I’m a sex demon, Scotty. I know lust when I see it.” And smell it. He paused, inhaling the last, fading notes of the lust perfume lingering in the air. His voice was a little lower, rougher when he spoke again. “And especially when I feel it. It was coming off both of you like radiation from a nuclear power plant.”
Scotty shuffled her feet, and Mace averted his gaze. Good. Blade had struck a nerve. Which assuaged his guilt a little. Then Mace shoved his other shoulder, knocking Blade back to where he’d been standing before Scotty had pounded on him.
“Dickhead.” Mace shoved him again. “It didn’t mean anything. You fucking know what happens when I feed. When any vampire feeds.”
Yeah, okay, he knew. Arousal came with the territory, even more so when the vampire was also a sex demon. It was instinct, and something Mace couldn’t help. Hell, had the guy fed from any other female, he’d have been inside her by now. No doubt Mace had used a lot of restraint with Scotty.
It must have been torture.
An image of Scotty rocking on top of Mace popped into Blade’s head, and he imagined himself in Mace’s place. Could he have withstood the feel of Scotty’s body rubbing against his? Could he have resisted the taste of her skin or the sound of her moans?
I could do it.
Liar.
It wouldn’t take much for his spark for her to explode into an uncontrollable inferno.
Scotty raked her fingers through her Mace-ravaged ponytail. “And it wasn’t my fault that I got into it a little. It’s the stupid sex-demon pheromones. So, stop being a whiny bitch. Nothing happened, and nothing would have happened even if you hadn’t barged in.”
