Bloodlust

Mate? I think not

Damien had left me sitting at the tiny table, awestruck by his admission. I knew the guy could be ruthless and clever. I had no idea he was insane on top of it. I was in deep s**t if this vampire thought I was his mate. I didn’t know exactly what that meant to him exactly,but I had seen how vampires acted around their so called mates. They were inseparable, attached to each other like glue and spent more time eye banging each other than they did anything else. I shivered at the thought. I would never.

I wanted nothing else but the name of the shifter who could tell me who killed my parents and to get the hell out of here. Damien would get over it. At least I hoped so. And what were his plans now? He had admitted he was initially going to throw me in a cell and leave me for dead but now that he thought I was his mate was he going to let me go? I doubted that. I sat pondering my possibilities for another moment before I looked down at myself and noticed I was still in my old stained t shirt and sweatpants. Embarrassment flooded my cheeks. I had forgotten that I had been wearing my pajamas when the older women had snatched me. I glanced at the shower area and decided that a shower didn’t sound too bad, only to get over there and realize there was no way I was going to be able to remove my pants because of the cuffs on my ankles. I opted for a bird bath instead and settled myself on the bed. I was trying hard not to let my thoughts run to the possibility that Damien was right. That I in fact was his mate.

I couldn’t let my out of pocket attraction for him get in the way of my escape and getting the information that I needed from him. I glanced at the books beside me that he had left for me to read. Two of my favorites lay spread across the soft fluffy duvet and my eyes widened in surprise. How did he know

Stephen king was my favorite author? I lifted the copy of The Mist and flipped through it lazily. I had to much on my mind to actually sit and read and I really needed to focus on trying to get out of the room. I slid off the bed onto my hands and knees and examined the bolts on the bed, maybe if I could get the bolts loose and they were small enough I could use it to pick the lock on my ankle cuffs, or maybe there was something small I could take off the bed frame or chairs that I could use to pick myself free. I examined each piece of furniture but found nothing useful in any of it. Everything in here was designed to be completely useless to someone trying to get out. Of course it would be. I wasn’t dealing with an amateur. No one knew for sure how old Damien Coldwater was. To the average human he looked no older than twenty five, but I knew better. He oozed authority and power, but didn’t prance about with arrogance like someone who was actually twenty five would with his kid of wealth and power.

I growled in frustration and plopped onto the bed as unwelcome sexy thoughts of Damien made their way front and center in my

Mind. I most definitely needed to get laid when I got out of here. I couldn’t believe I was having thought about the freaking vampire who literally kidnapped me. Desperate much?

The soft duvet cushioned my fall and I was surprised by how accepting my body was to it. I was tired, and this bed was so much nicer than the one I owned. My old mattress was at least five years past its replacement date. There was no point in fighting sleep either, I wasn’t finding a way out tonight. I would get up and resume finding a way out of here tomorrow. I slide the rest of my body under the comfy bedding and drifted quickly to sleep.