Dark Embrace (Principatus) by Lexxie Couper Read Free Book Online Page A

contact outside the club, but he ignored it now. Well, tried to.
    His cock stiffened again and he growled, the cold blood in his veins running hot with carnal interest. It had been a while since he’d fed, even longer since he’d fucked. After he’d finished with the Principatus, he’d find a willing female or two, maybe human, maybe not, and sate his appetite. If Jake was lucky, he might even invite him to join in the—
    An unknown scent slipped into Ezryn’s nose, a soft tickle so subtle he almost missed it. Unknown and yet so very familiar.
    He froze, eyes narrow, nose lifted.
    There. To his right.
    He turned, scanning the muted depths of the club. The Principatus’s scent came to him from the shadows, wafting in teasing tendrils from the back booths only those wanting to conceal their actions used.
    A smile pulled at the corners of Ezryn’s mouth. Perfect. He couldn’t have asked for anything better.
    Indifferent to the come-hither glances and stares directed his way, he began walking forward. Until tonight, he’d only known of one Principatus living in Sydney, and the scent curling into his nostrils definitely did not belong to Ven Watkins. That could only mean unless there were more than two of the Highest’s assassins in the city—a very unlikely situation—it belonged to the Principatus he hunted. His muscles coiled, readying for his attack. Unprovoked and unexpected as it was, there was still a chance she would fight back. Ezryn’s fangs extended. He needed to be quick. As ridiculous as the notion sounded, he needed to make it humane. Painless.
    The shadows melted away as he drew closer, the din of the club fading to a low buzz. He zeroed his senses onto the very end booth tucked away in the corner and its sole occupant, learning everything he could as he moved toward her, everything his heightened sense of smell and sound perception could detect about her—how fast her heart beat, how clean her skin was, how she sat on the booth’s seat, how her limbs moved against each other, in what position she sat, the material of her clothes she wore, what weapons she carried if any.
    He drew to a halt, the sound of soft feminine moans floating from the booth stilling his feet for a moment. He recognized the emotion behind those moans all too well. Pleasure. Mounting release. He pulled in a deep breath, the musky aroma of female juices filling his body. Whatever was happening in the booth, his assassin was more than turned on by it. His cock, already half-erect, sprang to instant attention, as if the Principatus’s arousal was a beacon for his own.
    Ezryn sneered. His fangs dug into his bottom lip. He was aroused for one reason only—the successful hunt of a natural enemy. That she smelled like sin and rapture combined meant nothing.
    He started walking again, his pace quick, his stare locked on the darkest corner in the club. She was there. And by the sounds of it, she wasn’t as alone as he’d first thought.
    So who is with her? Why couldn’t you detect them?
    Another moan caressed his ears, a hitching whimper he knew came from her throat. An image filled his mind, unexpected but very appealing—a petite female with hair the color of dark chocolate and eyes the color of moss, her full lips parted, her neck offered to him as she slipped her fingers between the sodden folds of her pussy and rode her hand to a savage climax.
    Maybe she is alone after all? Alone and needing to…
    His cock jerked in straining need, rubbing against the coarse denim of his jeans. He bit back a groan.
    Maybe he could sate his rising sexual hunger?
    Her whimper came again. Higher, faster.
    He sucked in a sharp breath, the taste of her pleasure thick on the air. She was close. Close to coming.
    Concentrate, Ezryn. You are to kill her, not fuck her.
    His body burned with a hunger he couldn’t deny. By all the levels of hell, he wanted to be there when she came. He wanted to shove his head between her wet thighs and plunge his