I'm a What? Fourth Book in the Peaches series (excerpt)

“Congratulations again, Malika.” Lilith curtsied. “We didn’t get a chance to speak much last time.”
I smiled and nodded. I didn’t want to speak, didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of knowing that she’d gotten to me. I also made sure my thoughts were somewhat serene. I’d gotten good at that. Thinking about about two things at once and making the lamer thoughts the ones I projected. It would be better if I just figured out how to control them entirely, but ya work with what ya got.
The Yakuza-mother-of-demons vampire just smiled at me with a hint of fang. Man, did I hate Lilith. It was irrational, or maybe rational now that I was pretty sure she was a bad guy, but I just hated her. Seeing her roasting on a spit in Hell would be the best gift ever.
Her fake smile faltered and her eyes sparked. Well, if she didn’t like what was in my head, then she shouldn’t tune into my thoughts. Lilith turned to Bane and lowered her voice. “I had a wonderful time yesterday, Malik. And if you ever want to … dance again. I’d been more than happy to oblige.”
Who was I kidding? I was the queen of starting scenes. I gave up trying to look docile and shit and went straight for Lilith’s throat. She didn’t expect it. Good. Her hands were still at her side and she didn’t make a move toward me. I wondered if that was because I was a queen and she was on my turf. I hoped so.
“Lilith, dear.” Ah! Finally. I had the condescending voice and chilling look down-packed. “You’re not implying that you and my husband did anything yesterday other than dance are you? Because if you did, well, then I’d just have to kill you. And I’d rather not do that since we already have to pay for the door we broke and I don’t want to add a vampire’s blood and corpse to our room fee.”
She met my look with one of pure hatred. “Not at all.”
I hoped my smile was chillingly cold. “Good. But just to make sure this never happens again, here’s a reminder of who, and what, I am.” I took my other hand and bit down hard. Hurt like a bitch, but the pain was worth it. I carefully smeared my blood all over her face. The minute it hit she started screaming bloody murder and splotches of black popped up on her skin.
I pulled my hand away from her neck, and sat back down. Everyone was looking at me like I was a different person except Bane. Nope, my husband looked proud. He knew I had a vicious streak, and that if I needed to, I would kill to protect the ones I loved. I could have done a lot more to Lilith, but I’d spared her. She was lucky, and Bane and I both knew it.
He looked down at the hand I’d bitten and raised it up to his lips. “You’re hurt.” He licked the wound. I shivered as I watched him. It would heal completely in another few seconds but there was something about watching Bane lick my blood that got me horny.
Lilith was still screaming like a crazy person in the back, and everyone was still freaking out that I’d just smeared my, sometimes poisonous, blood on someone, but Bane was used to it. Oh, if we hadn’t been surrounded by people, I would have climbed on his lap and screwed him until the couch we were sitting on broke. Hmm … that sounded nice.
“We’ll have to cut it out,” I heard someone say.
Lilith cried, but the screams faded and I turned back to realize she was gone. I smiled up at Banks. “Oh, you’re still here.”