In Pursuit of Prey: Of Gods and Consorts, Book 1 Read Online Free

teeth marks I left there, and then winks. Damn if my mouth doesn’t water a little. “How about I call you ‘mine for the night’?”  
    I shouldn’t have said it, but something about this woman brings alive every lusty gene in my body. On a deeper level, I know the feeling isn’t anything Naami has ever brought to my bed or hers. The succubus takes, this “goddess” gives—herself, her power. I feel physically better, like I never took that damn deal with Naami and she never took weeks of my life.  
    “You would call me yours without knowing me?”
    “Any woman who can make me feel like this…” I sigh and take the last couple steps down the little back hall, “is worthy of my every devotion… My goddess.”
    “That,” she purrs, “is a good answer.”
    Hand on the door handle, I say, “Can you gimme a minute? Then join me for a drink?”
    She inclines her head. “Of course.”
    Exhaling a breath, I duck into the dressing room. Part of me is screaming I’m a fucking idiot to leave a woman like that alone for a second. The rest of me can’t stand the feel of my pants anymore. My boots smack the cement floor as I hustle to my locked cabinet of clothes. Then, in the bathroom I clean up, pull on a clean pair of jeans and stuff today’s pair in my bag. I stow the bag in the bottom of the open-faced closet.
    Her sexual energy smashes into me the minute I open the door. Even when I’m not touching her, I feel the flow cycling between us, bounced back and forth by our heartbeats.
    Taking a play from her book, I offer her my hand. Heat builds between us, weaves us closer together when she threads her fingers through mine. I’m so tempted to stay in the hall, kiss her neck and see how far she’s willing to go. But if I don’t get back to the table, Jazz and crew will hound me to death.
    She eases close, her curves brushing mine. We make our way through the dance floor and back to the table. The expression on Jazz’s face is enough to rile my Neanderthal side and tempt me to cuff the look off his face. One part shit-eating grin, one part absolute shock. I’m sure he’s floored I’m with a woman so gorgeous. He’s also proud as hell I did that on the dance floor. After years with him playing in my band, I know how the horndog thinks.
    I pull out a stool for her, thinking somehow it’s a pathetic offer. Everything about her really screams “goddess”. Her stunner looks, the way she carries herself, the energy she puts off. I’ve learned very few people can feel that energy, but it licks up and down my skin, nibbles on my tattoos.
    She eyes the stool and shrugs. “I’d rather stand.”
    I nod and slide onto the seat instead. Turns out well for me—she sidles up, slides an arm around my back and presses her curves to me. Unable to resist the immense draw between us, I guide my hand down her spine and cup the gorgeous curve of her ass, fingers beneath the edge, close to her heat.
    A knowing smile crooks Jazz’s smartass mouth. He had a perfect view of our dance. I stifle the desire to punch him in the face for thoughts I know he must be entertaining. My companion gracefully ignores Jazz, though—which of course will only makes him more interested in stirring something up.
    Before I can even try to introduce them, Jeneva, skinny waitress and acolyte of Naami, inserts her negative energy into our little group. She eyes my companion like a cat unsheathing its claws.  
    “What can I getcha, hon?” never sounded more like who the fuck is she?
    A tick feathers the muscle of my jaw. I’m tempted to clench my teeth, but the “goddess” at my side mellows everything, even smothers the knowledge that I’ll face Naami’s reckoning for this. The lady with her hand on my thigh turns from the waitress and looks at me. “You may order me a beer.”
    “A girl after my own heart,” I say, and give her a wink. Then I pass the order on to Jeneva, whose mouth falls open and painted eyes narrow before she