Subject 5691: Petri – Promo Time!

Three weeks until Petri hits the Amazon jump gate on May 2nd and battles his way through the Between. Check below for another snippet and comment for a chance to win an ARC.

“I must feed.”

Calloused fingers traced his spine with infinite tenderness. “When?”

“Soon. I feel the hunger growing.” The fingers drummed a steady pattern. Petri pulled back enough to look into the male’s eyes. “Tell me your thoughts, Grokhaar Xandria.”

“How much?”

He scowled. “No.”

“Stubborn bastage. I’m being serious here. How much do you need?”

Petri pulled away and crossed his arms over his chest. “I said no.”

“Don’t be like that, lad. You need it and I’m willing.” He grinned. “Granted, I’m more’n willing to do other fun and messy things, but first you need to take the edge off. So, how much? You’re not so far gone you’d drain me dry.”

Foolish, tempting male! Petri dodged Grokhaar’s hands and placed the length of the small room between them. The pilot didn’t know; he couldn’t know how enticing his offer was. Petri dug his nails into his biceps to keep from reaching out, from pulling close, from taking. He closed his eyes, but that was a mistake. His imagination, the one thing that kept his sanity intact in a stark room of white nothingness, conjured up image after image: the male’s naked body next to his, fingers stroking his hardness, his fangs sinking into a muscular neck. He turned to face the wall, palms flat against the cool metal. Breathe in. Breathe out. Slow. Steady. Calm.

Lips danced a heated path of need across his shoulders. “You want it, don’t you?”

“Of course I do,” he ground out between clenched teeth. His fangs had dropped to full extension. His gums throbbed from the pressure. “I last fed on AFS-19 from an unwilling guard who tried to return me to my cell. I was starved prior to that as punishment for a minor infraction and much has happened since.”

“Then why not?”

“You are important to me.” Tension eased from his body with every soft kiss. When Grokhaar slid his arms around his waist and pulled him from the wall to rest against his chest, he allowed it. “I do not wish to see you as food.”

“You’ve tasted me, boy. Were you thinking about food then?”

Petri hid behind the fall of his hair and ran his hands along the corded muscle of the male’s arms. Heat crept up his neck to burn his cheeks. “Not…exactly.”

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Author: Elaina Roberts

Author of urban fantasy with a dash of romance

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