Wolfsblood

Chapter 9

Although the room was pitch-black, so infinitely dark even his vampire eyes couldn't see a detail, he sensed another presence in the room before the light flicked on to reveal her.

"Eve," Adrian stated simply, his voice emotionless as he watched her with an unreadable expression on his face. She smiled in that impish way of hers as she uncrossed her arms and glided toward him, reaching for him as she grew close. He easily sidestepped her and walked past her to the dresser where he removed his watch and laid it down, his back toward her.

"I've missed you," she purred, moving soundlessly across the room to stand directly behind him, her hands massaging his back as he glanced up to look at her reflection on top of the dresser.

"What do you want?"

"Why must I want something? I just wanted to see you, my love," she replied easily, her blue eyes flickering.

Adrian smiled a grating smile and began unbuttoning his shirt. "You always want something. Not to mention the fact you're far too intelligent to wander into my chambers after openly hating me for a century and expect me to think all you want to do is flirt with me." He turned to face her, his caramel-colored eyes examining her candidly.

"You always believe the worst about me," Eve pouted, resting her hands on his chest, flattening out the fabric while one finger trailed onto his bare skin that seemed to glisten in the light of the room.

Smoothly, he caught her wrist and bent her hand away from him. It didn't cause her pain, but she merely smiled coyly and backed away, knowing how far she could honestly push him before he would snap.

"What do you want?" he repeated, leaning lazily back against the dresser, his impatience with his estranged wife building.

Eve backed away from him, spinning and examining the room as she did so. "I have something you would be very interested in," she explained, slowly circling the room as he watched her intently.

"I highly doubt that," he commented, "You haven't had anything I've been interested in for at least a century or more."

"Oooo very low blow, Adrian," Eve chided, eyeing him with a dark smile. He ignored the comment and crossed his arms over his chest as he waited for her to reach her point.

"I happen to know where you can find a succubus," she hissed, the words crossing her tongue like they were sweet to her taste. His interest perked at the word: succubus. She knew he had wanted one for many years, and he knew she recognized his weakness. His plan would go off without a hitch if he could get his hands on one, and it mildly irritated him that she would hone in on his desire to obtain such a creature.

"And where would that be, my dear?"

Eve smiled and crossed the room toward him in a flash, her lithe body pressed against him as her finger trailed up his chest to his chin. He didn't push her away only because he wanted to hear what she had to say. He felt nothing for this woman, and he hardly remembered the time when he had.

"Beacon Hills, California," she whispered tauntingly, leaning toward him until her lips were close to his. "And that's not even the best part."

He raised his eyebrows, "Is that so?"

She nodded with a smile. "She is the mate to a werewolf, and not just any werewolf." She paused for dramatic effect, her bright eyes looking up into his gaze. "An alpha."

Excitement sparked within him at the word. A succubus mated to an alpha werewolf? How could this get any better? With control of the succubus, he would have control over the pack, and he would have the protect he required to make his grand move on humanity. He would be unstoppable.