Primal Claim by Marie Johnston

Author:Marie Johnston
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2015-03-09T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

“Three drinks and that’s final, X,” Demetrius bargained.

“Two sips,” X countered.

A slow, sensuous smile curled Demetrius’ full lips and he opened the door to let her in.

X sauntered in, dropping the trench coat from her shoulders, wearing only black heels.

“I want the information before we’re done.”

Demetrius’ eyes glittered as he scanned X’s naked body. His tongue stroked one fang. “Deal. But I need to warm you up. It’s been a while hasn’t it? Since the last time you needed some intel?”

X’s fiery green eyes narrowed, she put her hands on her hips. “The warm up counts as one sip.”

A low chuckle reverberated through the big male’s body.

“Fine,” he agreed, closing in.

She looked up at him through her lashes as he neared. Demetrius probably started as Madame G’s vampire equal, heading up this chapter of Sigma. But she far surpassed his power and no one knew how. X suspected Demetrius had insight. She also suspected his powers weren’t as far surpassed as everyone thought and he was always helpful, for a price.

Taking in his shoulder length amber hair that reflected the light filtering in from the compound’s exterior, his pale green eyes swept over her breasts and naked lower half, heat flaring when he noticed she still wore her heels.

There were worse missions. Fucking Demetrius for information was something she did occasionally. Getting to drink shifter blood, freely without a fight, was a rare treat for vampires with the added benefit that her strong shifter body could take the pounding of a male feeding vampire. Otherwise, they tried to separate the two. Too many casualties. She chose Demetrius, because although his motives seemed aligned with Sigma, they were still his own. In that respect, she felt a kinship. He was cruel, but not unnecessarily so. Madame G often tried to tempt him with female shifters, but he refused to force or seduce the captives. With X, he played the game of give and take.

It was a fine line X walked. To do this, she had to give up on any hopes for her own future. Walking around with the stench of a vampire on her would burn a bridge that made her heart ache. But that stench would keep her in Madame G’s good graces and ward off suspicion that the evil matriarch’s top pet was turning over a new leaf. Using her body was inevitable, but at least she reached a point of power where she could choose who, when, and how often.

Demetrius, wearing only black leather pants, his defined chest and chiseled abs on display, wrapped his hands around her back and slid them down to her backside, his mouth close to her neck.

“Oh, my first sip won’t be from here.”

Reaching down, he lifted her up from behind and set her up on his table. A single vampire didn’t need a six foot dining room table for family gatherings. It was obvious he enjoyed many different courses on it.

X stretched back, allowing him to spread her legs. He knew she liked to get down to business.

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