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Primal Desire (Heart of the Huntress #6)(6)
Author: Terry Spear

“Why are you here, huntress?” He meant to sound forceful, gruff, but his voice sounded husky and drenched with lust, which irritated him all the more.

She looked up at him with eyes as luring as green emeralds sparkling in the sun and she smiled in a not-so-innocent way. “I asked you to dance and you accepted.”

Yeah, but she wasn’t supposed to react the way she had, nor was she to feel this provocative.

He wanted to talk some sense into her and warn her to stay away again for her own good, but when she reached around his back and clutched at his butt, his arousal jumped.

Hell, woman, he seethed. He had no intention of allowing a huntress to turn his body into a raging fire. With every stroke of her hands on his chest and ass, she was turning the heat up higher.

Brushing his lips against her bare shoulder, her skin satiny, begging for his ministration, he felt his bloodlust rising. In a hundred years, he hadn’t felt such desire, such an uncontrollable thirst. The huntress shivered when his tongue licked at her throat, spurring him on. Sensing everyone in the club waited for him to lose control, to take the hauntingly seductive creature for his own, Atreides bit back on his natural inclination. His brother, Daemon, who was in charge of the vampires in this region, would have had a conniption if he’d seen Atreides dancing with the woman like this.

Atreides glanced in the direction of the band, knowing damn well the song should have ended several minutes before this. The band leader bowed his head with a devilish glint in his gray eyes, but the music played on. The huntress tilted her chin up and gazed into Atreides’s eyes. If he hadn’t known better, he might have thought she had been drugged. Every one of her actions, the innocent, sweet lure of a huntress, beseeched him to take his fill.

“Thank you for saving me,” she said breathlessly.

Her silky voice entranced him, held him hostage.

Saved her? For an instant, his hand stilled on her breast, the soft mound begging for his touch, the nipple peaked and straining against her silky red dress. Red, the color of fire and burning straight through him all the way to the core.

“Thank you for knocking the drink out of my hand,” she said, her full red lips turned up just a hint. Lips that tasted as sinful as they looked, no doubt.

He preferred blonds to brunettes, he reminded himself. And vampiresses, never a huntress, not even a human. He’d seen his brother agonizing over a human who didn’t wish to be turned. And then Daemon found himself falling for a borderline rogue huntress. No one in their right mind messed with a huntress, normally. Vampiresses on the other hand were willing and available. A much more suitable match.

In truth, this woman appealed not in the least.

The huntress pressed against his groin again, and he groaned. Okay, so she slightly appealed, at least to that male part of the equation that stood up and took notice.

Her dark curls drifted over bare shoulders in an avalanche of silky tresses, and her floral fragrance tempted him, but that’s all that interested him. Well, and the way she fit so snugly against his body and tilted her head up to face him, her expressive eyes locked on to his like a vampire’s gaze would try to mesmerize a blood bond.

He dipped her back, wanting to feel her pressed tight against his rigid cock, to see if she would expose her throat willingly to him. And she did. Arched her back, exposing her sensual throat, her hair falling away from her shoulders, so vulnerable, so enticing, the vein in her neck calling to him, begging to him to take a taste. He dipped his face to her throat, licked his lips, took in the heat of her skin, the fragrance, listened to the drum of her heart, the rush of blood through her veins.

Grinding his teeth to keep his canines from unsheathing, he turned his head and telepathically snapped at the bandmaster, “Enough!” It would not have been chivalrous to end a dance before the music was finished, but he would have no more of the bandmaster’s wry sense of humor. Atreides was not here to entertain the masses. And he didn’t want to fight the bloodlust escalating in his system any longer.

The music wrapped up, and in the ensuing silence, everyone waited to see what Atreides would do now. The huntress still clung to him, every inch of her naked skin covered in perspiration, the softness of her form pressed against him. He knew what he had to do. Force the huntress to leave the place, never to return. But she’d stirred his blood and sexual lust beyond reasonable levels, dictating him to choose another course—take her home and prove to her how vulnerable a huntress could be who dared play with them.

With as much dignity as he could muster, he released her and bowed his head. “You dance better than I thought your kind would.” He meant to sound cruel, daunting, but his voice was drenched with arousal.

He thought she would frown and give him a smart ass reply like most any huntress might with his goading, but instead, her teeth shown in a sparkling grin. “Why thank you. I thought you danced well also. Want to do it again?”

Before he could hide his surprise or say hell no, Iconia shoved the vampires in her path out of her way.

“Get lost,” she said to the huntress, her voice dripping with poison, low and menacing, “if you know what’s good for you.”

The black gown she wore wasn’t half as appealing as the red dress the huntress wore, now that he could compare the two. And the huntress’s coloring made her stand out more, while he thought Iconia looked a bit washed out tonight, her blond hair paler, not as thick, or long, or seductive.

Ignoring the vampiress, the huntress waited for Atreides’s word on the matter, which amused him. “Another time, perhaps,” he said with as much aplomb as he could manage. Although, he had no intention of ever touching the seductive woman again.

Selena gave him another brilliant smile, then nodded. “All right. I’ll take a rain check.”

She couldn’t have been serious.

Then she turned and waited for the vampires to move out of her path.

“A dance?” Basil asked her again, when the crowd parted, and she stood face to face with the owner of the club.

“Thank you, no,” she said again.

Which for some reason pleased Atreides when it shouldn’t have mattered in the least. But he couldn’t help but wonder why she had danced with him, and no other. Then again—he had saved her. He snorted. Right. Basil would have a word with him next about breaking the lady’s glass and implying he had drugged it. They had been friends for too many years that Basil wouldn’t wonder what was up.

The huntress made her way to the exit like a queen among her courtiers while Atreides, like everyone else, watched her disappear into the dark.

An unbidden feeling swept through him—like the effervescent bubbles in a glass of champagne suddenly vanished and left a flat, lifeless form in its place. Both anxiety for the huntress’s safety and the lingering arousal she’d left him in, compelled Atreides to follow her. He doubted anyone here worried about her safety like he did. Which didn’t make any sense as much as he hated hunters. But she wasn’t armed for one thing, like her kind would be, and she’d stirred up a hell of a lot of vampiric interest on the dance floor that he was certain she couldn’t deflect if she was forced to outside.

“Maybe I should see her safely to her car,” Iconia said with a hint of malice.

Atreides saw the venom in the vampiress’s blue eyes and seized her wrist. “We’ll dance.”

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