Banshee Seduction (Montgomery's Sin Book 1) Read Online Free Page B

side for his taste.
    Talking of innocent, the blonde looked to be a sweet little thing. Too sweet to be there. He drew a long breath in through his nose and smelled the scent of warm cinnamon and roses in full bloom. Nice silver aura going on around her. White hair, white dress, shiny heels. She looked like a fluffy angel minus her wings. She wasn’t, though—couldn’t be. Not in the dress slicked to her skin that yelled, “Come fuck me—if you can peel me off.”
    He tilted his head to one side and contemplated the height of the hem. He wouldn’t need to peel the whole dress off. He could just slip it up a little way to achieve what he wanted. Although she did have fine curves that would probably require attention. He wondered how long it would take to get her partially naked and wholly willing.
    He let his gaze wander around the room and wondered what Daniel would say if he realized the joint was full of shifters, vampires, and witches. After two hundred years on Earth, Matt was pretty adept at spotting a non-human, and there were a lot in Montgomery’s Sin. Seriously, he’d never seen so many in one place. The guy had beaten Hell, opened the doors to his nightclub, and let every variation of the underworld enter. No dragons, though, but Matt recognized a couple of bears and…yeah, there was Wolf. He lifted his chin in respectful acknowledgment as the guy caught his eye and winked. Surrounded by human women, there was no reason why he wouldn’t hang out there.
    With a sharp elbow to the ribs, Daniel grabbed his attention. “Are we going in, or are we going to stand by the door looking like freaks?”
    Understatement of the year, considering, but…
    “Let’s go in.”
    He headed toward the cute blonde, who was struggling desperately to get her short but very shapely legs to the right height so she could plonk her round ass on the barstool. She hitched her heel on the middle bar of her stool and slipped twice before she hiked herself up, just as the skinny vampire gave him a long, cool look, picked up her champagne glass, whispered something to the little lady, and wandered off toward the dance floor. Cruel bitch, leaving her too-innocent-looking-to-be-true friend alone in a place like this.
    He thought his first assessment of the pretty blonde might be right, and she might just be way out of her depth. He had no idea why he felt obliged to complicate matters and head for the bar instead of following the obvious target of the vamp onto the dance floor, but he did. There was something about the woman. She wasn’t a shifter, but he wasn’t sure she was quite human, either. She had the air of a young faerie.
    “Hey.”
    He tried to make his voice as soft as possible, but her eyes became so wide he thought they might pop out of her head. Her breasts bounced up and down in a sweet little rhythm all of their own as she tried to breathe past the full body wrapping she seemed to be wearing. He didn’t even try to resist the temptation to dip his gaze down to her great cleavage.
    She slipped back off the stool and smoothed her dress over her hips.
    From his vantage point, he had a bird’s-eye view of her breasts. The woman was so tiny, the top of her head barely came to the middle of his chest, even with her teetering heels. Her ample bosom, however, heaving as it was, stopped him from peering all the way down her dress.
    He licked his lips. Yum.
    She blinked up at him. Wide innocence shone from her laser-blue eyes, while she gave a nervous swipe of her own lips, almost in imitation of his move.
    Yesss!
    “Hi.” Her breathless greeting made him stay; a warmth filled his chest and snuck down his belly.
    “You want a lift up there?” It would be a great opportunity to put his hands on her.
    She glanced at the barstool and back at him with a crooked smile and a shrug. “No, it’s not good for me to sit.”
    “It’s not? Why not?”
    “Because my internal organs will become crushed, and I will die on the stool.