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"Okay, here goes. Your friends believe that you are a dormant carrier of godly genes."
She nodded. "I know, but the evidence for that is flimsy. All they had to go on is some vague notion of affinity and the claim of a teenage girl who thinks she can sense Dormants."
"It worked for Frankie, so there is a good chance that it would work for you as well."
"Let's assume that it's true and that I'm a Dormant. How are you supposed to induce my transition?"
There was no easy way to say that, and Margo claimed to value the truth. "Unprotected sex and a venom bite." When her eyes widened, and she opened her mouth to protest, he lifted his hand to stop her. "What I meant by unprotected is without a barrier. My semen needs to enter you to do its thing. You can be on birth control pills or some other chemical way of preventing pregnancy, just not a condom. Since I can't carry or transmit diseases, you don't need to worry about that either. Gods and immortals bite during sex, which is the second part necessary. The venom. And again, you shouldn't worry about that because it's extremely pleasurable. Not only will my venom deliver a string of the best orgasms you've ever had, but it will also send you on a euphoric trip that will make what you experienced with that drug you were injected with pale by comparison."
As Margo gaped at him, he hooked a finger under her chin and closed her mouth. "Don't look at me like that. You asked for the truth, and I gave it to you."
She blinked a couple of times, swallowed, and averted her eyes. "I did. Thank you for being so brutally honest with me."
"You're welcome."
"I need a drink," she murmured.
"Do you want to go inside?"
She shook her head. "Could you please get me one? I need a few moments to process what you've told me."
"Of course. What would you like me to get you?"
"A margarita. A Cadillac Margarita."
"What's that?"
"Just tell the barman. He will know." She waved a hand without looking at him.
"I'll be right back." He hesitated. "Are you going to be okay out here on your own?"
She snorted. "What could possibly happen to me on a ship full of immortals?"
He had the urge to laugh and make a joke about a stealth attack by the trouser snake, but he knew that she wouldn't appreciate the humor right now.
"You look a little shell-shocked."
"No, not really. I should have suspected what you've told me from the bits and pieces I've gathered. It just seemed so outlandish that my mind rejected the picture it was putting together." Margo walked over to one of the loungers and sat down. "I just need a moment to think."
41
MARGO
A wave of exhaustion crashed down on Margo as soon as she sat down. It had been a long day, and she'd plowed through it fueled by adrenaline or maybe the drug that Alberto had injected her with, and now all she wanted was to close her eyes and let herself drift into oblivion.
She didn't want to think about what Negal had told her or the fact that he assumed he would be the one inducing her transition and talking about having sex with her as if he was talking about sharing a cup of coffee. She'd asked him to be honest, and he'd complied with her request, but it had been jarring to realize how casually he thought about all this.
Why was he even volunteering to do it?
Under normal circumstances, she would have assumed that he just wanted an excuse to get her in bed, but she was not a great catch on this ship full of beautiful immortal females who most likely didn't have hang-ups about sex and who had no problem with hookups and one-night stands.
Maybe it was an ego trip for Negal? Perhaps it was considered an honor for a god to induce a Dormant?
It wouldn't surprise her if it was.
If Margo were in Negal's shoes and had that kind of power, she would have considered it a privilege to assist in turning someone immortal, and if she were a male, she would probably have the same casual attitude toward sex.
It wasn't his fault that the prospect disturbed her and not because of the fangs and venom. With the many romance novels she'd read about vampires and shifters who were into biting their mates, the bite part was more intriguing than frightening, and according to Negal, it was supposed to be extremely pleasurable.
