All Others (Vampire Assassin League Book 27) by Jackie Ivie Read Free Book Online Page A

a jump right off the deep end here. And thoroughly enjoy the trip.
    “Look. Miss Queen. I am a scientist, okay? My field may be paranormal, but it doesn’t mean I’m a pushover.”
    “No?”
    She ran a finger up his belly, along his throat, skimmed his chin. Every portion she touched was sending all kinds of stimuli. He wasn’t just shivering. It was a shudder that moved their berth.
    “Hmm. Nice. You are very....fit, Cameron.”
    “Cam,” he replied automatically.
    She’d reached his mouth. Ran her finger along his lower lip. Damn near sent him airborne. Wait. The ceiling closed in with rapidity. He only kept from smacking flowers with his face by the pressure of her hand, pushing him back down. He settled back right where he’d been. He didn’t know the surface material, but it was warm.
    What the hell was going on?
    “Do you believe in ghosts, Cam?”
    Her finger was back to sketching an imaginary line up his chest. With about the same devastating effect as before. Cam wasn’t testosterone-driven. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d been with a woman. And yet now. With this particular woman. He was having a difficult time staying on subject. This woman wielded some major vibes. Heated. Sensory. Tactile.
    “Uh. Yeah.” His voice was gruff, but at least it worked.
    “Why?”
    “I’ve had encounters. Done experiments. Gathered data. That’s what I do. That’s what I was doing last night when you interrupted me.”
    “I see.”
    “You sound like you’re a believer.”
    “I’m reserving judgment.”
    “For what? You had contact.”
    “How do you know?”
    “You had an ax, Tessa. It came from somewhere.”
    Her finger stopped at a spot directly below his chin. Cameron swallowed. Her finger moved with it.
    “Does that mean ghosts are on our side?”
    She leaned into him farther, pressing that ultra-fine bosom against his skin. Her mouth hovered near his. Close enough he was ready to lunge for the connection. Her lips were full. Moist. Perfectly pursed. Gaining a kiss was the uppermost thought in his head. Screw data gathering. To hell with evaluating. And the facts were just about history.
    “Our—? What? We have a side? In what?”
    Incoherent words stumbled from his throat. He was surprised anything managed to make it past where she hovered. Her breath stained his skin with warmth. Her scent enveloped him with a blend of lavender and musk. Her tongue lapped along his skin. He jerked with each one.
    “Haven’t you figured it out yet, Cameron Preston?”
    “It’s Cam. And...what? No. Figured? What?”
    “But you study the paranormal. Yes?”
    “You are not a ghost, okay?”
    “Oh. I am something much better, hon.”
    She lifted her head. His heart seized up. Inability to breathe followed an instant later. Tessa had fangs. Real fangs! Sharp as hell fangs!
Oh, shit! Shit!
Alarm bells were sounding through his brain, taking his ability to think to a skull-splitting ache. His body didn’t get the same message, however. Everything throughout his limbs tensed. Primed. Afire with anticipation.
    Of something too vast to contemplate.
    “I am a vampire, love.”
    “Uh...”
    The word was garbled. Indistinct. Rough. She licked the span of teeth between her fangs and then gave him an air kiss. That sent the sensation of eagerness to fever pitch. The urge was primal. Intense. Immediate. Desire licked at his thighs. Grabbed his loins. Sent a solid throb of ache through his entire groin area.
    And then she bit him.

 
     

CHAPTER EIGHT
    “Well. Well. Look who’s here! Queen of the Dark. Finally!”
    The words came through a haze of existence. Cameron would have stumbled if he was walking. He wasn’t. He was being carried across one of Tessa’s shoulders. She wasn’t walking, either. At least, he didn’t sense footsteps. She was probably flying.
    And why not?
    Nothing else in this dreamscape made sense. Why wouldn’t she be flying? Oh. That must be truly difficult. With him on one