the feel of her soft buttocks and the way she moved against his hard body enticed him to want more, made him forget what she’d come here for, made him forget his own mission. Or that she was a huntress.
Hell, all evening he’d declined every offer from vampiresses to blood bonds alike to dance when Iconia was so late coming to the club, so why had he accepted the huntress’s offer? To show her that she could not dance like the women here, that she didn’t belong, and she should give up whatever game she was playing?
He released her hand and planted his free hand on her other buttock, lifting her higher against his thigh. God, she felt good, yet he tried to concentrate on his reasoning for dancing with her. To scare her off.
Yet some dark part of him remained intrigued. She’d offered herself to him like a blood sacrifice, yet if he moved in that direction, he was certain she would have wished she was armed. No huntress had ever offered to dance with a vampire in the club. Hell, none of the hunter kind would be so forthright as to walk into a vampire’s dance lair. Something deep inside him wanted to experience the sensation. Not that he thought she would live up to the way his usual partners danced. However, Iconia was late, and what the hell, he was always looking for some new diversion in his life. After having lived so long, life did get dull at times.
He could barely move on the floor he was so enraptured with the feel of the huntress, the way her jasmine fragrance tantalized him, the whisper of her breath against his neck, the racing beat of her heart that sent his senses reeling. All her soft curves pressed against him, molding to him, making him all the harder. He fought the insane urge to taste the huntress’s blood. He hated the hunter kind, he vehemently rebuked himself.
Many hunters loved their job too much when terminating rogues. Some killed vampires who weren’t even killers. And then the hunters had to eliminate their own kind. But sometimes the hunters got away with the deed, the murder covered up, or explained as an accidental killing. Vampires who were on the right side of the law tolerated the hunters, but that was about it.
Although he had to admit, he did feel a brotherly affection for his brother’s mate, a huntress turned vampire, and her younger sister. But she and her sister were exceptions to the rule.
Most of the telepathic communication between the vampires had stopped because they were so intrigued that he would accept a dance with the huntress. Iconia was not happy. He’d seen her enter the club right after he’d taken the huntress to the floor, and she was glowering at the both of them at the edge of the dance stage. The vampiress would have words with him later, which might help to spark their dreary relationship of late.
The huntress leaned into him, pressing her soft body against his hard one, rubbing her mound against his thigh, and he nearly lost it. She had no business using her feminine wiles to attempt to ensnare him. He’d meant to scare the huntress off with his erotic moves. Normally a good judge of character, he hadn’t believed she would have the fortitude to dance like this. What else had he mistakenly misjudged about the woman?
Instinctively, he knew she had to leave before she became a rogue’s target. But part of him wished to know why she’d come here. He refused to get sucked into caring. Getting rid of her remained his priority.
If she’d been Iconia and heated him the way the huntress had, he would have left the club and finished the dance moves in private. Still, he couldn’t rid himself of the elicit thoughts of taking the huntress away from here and showing her some new moves to see if she was as willing to play the game further. Which was downright madness. He despised the hunter kind, every last one of them, except for Tezra and Katie, he reminded himself.
“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