Page 4 of Dragon Exposed

Levi nodded, his hand reaching over to rest on the upper curve of my hip.

It shouldn’t have been that distracting, but damn. It was like the guy had an electrical charge running through him, and he’d just passed it on to me.

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The VIP Treatment

LEVI

Tracking vampires to clubs like Epsilon had always been easy for me. The fanged beasts didn’t exactly hide their trails well, and they lived for the thrill of feeding in public, of getting close but not getting caught.

Epsilon was just one of many potential feeding grounds, and I had been just about ready to call it a night when she walked in.

Almost immediately, my dragon perked up and took notice, but it didn’t take much to realize she was human. Normally, this wouldn’t have made a difference in the least, but with Ash finding a human mate, and then Henrik too, the pressure was on for me as the second son of the royal Tourmaline line to find a mate that would be accepted by the council.

It was either that or risk the clan revolting and putting someone more suited into the role of king.

Gods, did I not want to become a king.

Drinking with the temptingly curvy woman in front of me seemed like a much better use of my time.

“Tell me, Izobelle, what brings you here on a night like tonight?” I leaned in close, gently brushing my fingers over the back of her hand.

Her brow furrowed, and for a second, I worried she didn’t want me to touch her as badly as I craved the feel of her skin. “Is there something special about tonight? We came out to have a good time. Dance. Have a few drinks. Maybe meet a stranger or two.”

Izobelle’s tone was light and flirty, but her eyes told a different tale.

No matter how hard I tried to get her to focus on only me, to give me all of her attention, she seemed distracted.

“Why don’t we take this conversation somewhere a little quieter?” She grinned at me before bringing her drink up to her lips.

My eyes dropped to the rim of her glass, tracing the edge as her tongue licked the salt before taking a sip.

Fuck, I wanted to be that glass.

“Where did you have in mind?”

She gestured at the VIP section.

The section my mark just walked into. Right, I was here looking for vampires. Not checking out the hottest human I’d ever seen.

“Are you a celebrity I don’t recognize? Or do you have some bewitching influence? I wouldn’t find it surprising considering your allure.” I had no doubt I could influence my way into the section, even if the mortals running this bar would have no idea who I was but using the magic of my tourmaline heritage would draw the wrong kind of attention. The less the vampires were looking at me, the better.

“Guess you’ll have to see for yourself.” She winked, a move that unsettled my insides, and stood.

That damned dress barely covered her ass, and I wasn’t nearly a strong enough man to keep my eyes averted from the full, thick curve of her butt cheeks peeking out.

I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of underwear she had on under it. Or if she was wearing any at all.

Focus!

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I picked up what was left of her drink and carefully steered us through the throngs of people toward the VIP section. “Now, that’s a story I’m going to have to hear. I would’ve remembered seeing you on screen, so I know you’re not a movie or TV star. I doubt many politicians would risk wearing a dress like that, no matter how much it makes a man drool.”

Izobelle just rolled her eyes. “That’s a story for another day.” She strode up to the bouncer at the bottom of the stairs and flashed a colored wristband.

Without a word, we both got waved through.

Izobelle led the way to a table with a little golden placard labeled “Reserved” and slid onto one of the chairs with a soft sigh. The music wasn’t quite as throbbing as it was down on the dance floor, like this area was designed to feel more intimate, like we could do anything up here, and no one would be the wiser.

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