As Long As by Jackie Ivie Read Free Book Online

room. Uninvited. And unwanted. I don’t know what it’s called in this country, but in mine your presence is a crime. I would be justified in defending myself. Even...to the death.”
    He smiled that swift smile again. “You wish to fight again?”
    “Well...if we do, I’d suggest you protect the family jewels a bit better.”
    He looked back at her. His eyes had altered again, his pupils growing larger. The greenish-yellow color seemed more like an outline around a lot of black. He was so handsome. So... manly . Seducing him felt more like enjoyment than an act of last resort. His smile faded as he considered her. Geena’s heart faltered uncomfortably. His lips twisted as if he knew of it. What an awful thought. Then again, it might be normal for him. She might be responding the way every female did if they happened across his path.
    That was sobering.
    She took another dry swallow. Cleared her throat next. “Will you...need an explanation?”
    He put a finger up. “I am not a stupid man. I appear to be a bit behind the times. That can be corrected. With time. And time is on my side, you understand.”
    “Why do I bother speaking to you?”
    He ignored her question as if it were rhetorical. “I do not wear jewelry. I wore a breast collar when we first met. You did not damage it. Therefore, you must be speaking of...”
    His voice stopped. His eyes widened. His cheeks flushed a nice rosy shade. Oh, good. That was against any vampire mythos. Her mind registered it with relief that splashed over her ice water. Exactly when she needed it.
    “Yeah. That’s exactly what it means, big guy.”
    “In that event, you will definitely fail. I thank you for the warning.”
    What an arrogant asshole .
    As much as she’d been around male chauvinism in her lifetime, Sokar took the prize. He elevated misogyny to an entirely new level. It cleared any fog about her mind. Strengthened her resolve. She almost felt like thanking him.
    Geena pulled her chin back. Straightened her shoulders. Locked her muscles. All, so she could look slowly over him, doing her best to make it a contemptuous gesture. She ran her gaze down to the tips of his black leather shoes. Back up those long legs, skipping what looked like a protrusion at his groin area, although her heart did another flip even as her mind sent the reassurance. She’d known a little about vampires before meeting him. She’d done internet research since. Vampires were dead. Animated corpses. They didn’t have passion. They couldn’t get erections.
    This was impossible.
    Despite the hold she exerted, a pleasurable sensation of warmth slipped into the depths of her belly. She needed to alter it. And fast. The guy had to have some flaw. His hair was neater than before. Combed close to the scalp. He was clean-shaven. He had a strong jaw. Incredible lips. Perfect nose. She moved her glance to his eyes. The backs of her knees quivered. Wow. She’d known of his handsomeness when she’d first met him. Dressed in a black suit, white broadcloth shirt, and black tie, he was absolutely gorgeous.
    “You need to cease this,” he said.
    “Cease...what?”
    He growled. He actually growled .
    Geena gasped. The weighted sensation was back. In force. It impelled her toward him. His next move amplified things. He filled the spot directly in front of her. He lifted his palm into the slice of space between them.
    “Give me your hand. Now.”
    “Why don’t you just take it?”
    “I am unsure of what might occur.”
    “I doubt...I’ll hurt you too much. You’ve been forewarned. Remember?” Was that her voice? No. Impossible. She’d never heard that tone. She sounded breathless. On edge. Extremely excited.
    “You do not understand. This is—. I must—. I have to—. I cannot—.”
    “Yes?” The Geena with the voice of a mythical siren prompted after his stammering halted.
    “I do not have control.”
    “Over what?”
    “This.”
    The word was hoarse. Deep. Loud. It resounded