It had been a useless spell because morning came and Mathena didn't dream of the vampire demon again. To carry out Xeon’s plan, they needed to lure him.
Evening came, and the famous club music thrummed through Mathena’s body. Eyes closed, she swayed her hips, dancing more to the ebb and flow of the subtle emotions around her than to the beat. Intoxicated by the sea of euphoria and lust, she allowed the seductive, primal weave to free her for a few blessed moments.
The trap she’d set for the vampire demon also trapped her in Xeon’s very tempting s*x magnetism.
A man’s hands grasped her waist. A lean, muscular body pressed against hers from behind. She knew that touch, those hands, and the subtle, woody scent of his expensive cologne. It was Xeon, not the vampire demon she was hunting.
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