Page 109 of Imprisoned with the Vampire King

"You're hungry," I said.

He didn't deny it.

"You can knot me in exchange. Then we both get what we want."

"I'm getting the better end of the deal." Dante slipped his hand between my thighs.

"Agree to disagree," I breathed, before his lips met mine.

Dante's phone started ringing when I was in the shower. He'd already gotten out and started drying off, but he glanced up at me when he saw the caller ID. His gaze lingered, his eyes moving slowly over my body even though he'd literally been inside it twenty minutes earlier.

"It's Callum Frost," he said.

I made a face. "Just ignore it."

"I can't ignore a phone call from the asshole who leads the Cabinet."

"I can, and he probably knows you're with me."

He gave me a look that said he wasn't taking the risk, and answered.

"Hello?"

Dante was checking me out again while he listened to whatever Callum said. His towel was tied around his waist, and the front was tenting drastically. I bit back a smile.

"She's busy," he said.

Guess Callum was looking for me. Not surprising, considering we'd dropped a hundred innocent prisoners on him and his family a few days earlier.

There was a pause.

"I understand, but she's not coming to the phone right now."

Maybe having a mate had some benefits. I could get used to Dante politely telling people to fuck off for me.

"Ophelia doesn't do meetings. We can meet for lunch at a restaurant, if you need to talk to her. The more casual, the better. We need about an hour." His gaze dragged down my body again. Just the way he was looking at me was enough to make me hot. "Make that an hour and a half. Text me the information."

He hung up, dropping his phone on the countertop and striding back to the shower. He ditched his towel at the shower door, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as he grabbed my waist.

"Horny again already?" I teased.

"It's your fault for looking and tasting so fucking good."

"I'm just showering."

"Naked."

"Everyone showers naked."

"Not everyone is mine."

"Is that what I am?"

"If you've forgotten already, I'm not doing a good enough job." He captured my lips, lifting me off my feet as his tongue stroked mine. My body arched closer as he walked me to the shower wall, one hand on my hip and the other gripping my ass.

"Give me your wings," he said into my mind.

I forced them out, and moaned against his mouth as he slid his fingers into my feathers just right.