Exist (Vampire Assassin League Book 30) by Jackie Ivie Read Free Book Online Page A

just a Brief Psychotic Disorder, she was staying in it as long as possible. The psychologists at the convention could all take a flying leap off the historic Charles Bridge.
    One-at-a-time.
    Steven included.
    That thought raised a chuckle. Leah stifled it with a swallow before it made sound, in case that altered anything. Everything was too incredibly wonderful. She probably glowed. She had to get everything committed to memory. Locked away. Safe. Secure. Secret. It was her possession. To pull up and savor whenever she liked...and especially when life grew especially lonely and bleak. She mustn’t stop at the things she could see, touch, and smell, either. Oh. Hell no . There was a whole level of things happening here. Emotions. Passions. A treasure-trove of sensations. Beyond huge. They’d been gigantic . Unbelievably intense. And absolutely incredible.
    She didn’t even dare open her eyes. She’d had them shut since Anso fell onto the bed. She hadn’t looked when they’d dropped back down. She didn’t have to see where she was or guess what position. Anso had his arms locked about her, holding her to him. They were even still joined. His body occasionally suffered a tremor. Each time, the area around her heart warmed rapidly and markedly. As if she felt something beyond lust for him.
    Uh oh.
    That idea was even more fantasy she didn’t want to analyze. Not until later. Much. Much. Later.
    “ Lioban? ”
    Her man was calling.
    Leah opened her mouth to answer and then shut it. What in the heck? Her man? She did not just think that. Oh no. No. No way. Not her. Leah was a confident, self-employed, highly sought after psychologist. She didn’t have any Gender Disorder Issues. On any level. And she wasn’t allowing any man to upend—
    “Leah.”
    Breath touched her forehead. His arms tightened. Her heart pulsed almost painfully within her breast. All signs of real trouble. She did not feel anything for him! She didn’t. She couldn’t. She refused. They’d just met. Had fantastic sex. And—
    “I know you can hear me.”
    Leah sighed and opened her eyes. Looked up. Her heart gave another solid thump. A lock of dark sable-colored hair had fallen forward, sending a shadow to his nose. Light sent a glint to each eye, visible as he blinked. She didn’t know their exact color. They were really dark. Mysterious. Deep. But it was the look on his face that stole her breath. She’d never seen such an expression.
    Now, she knew how it felt to be adored, too.
    He smiled. His expression softened even more. He had little lines at the sides of his eyes, lengthy ones in both cheeks – both signs that he smiled often. He wasn’t clean-shaven, but the scuff of whiskers added a rakish edge to his persona that he really didn’t need. The man was beyond gorgeous. He was absolute male beauty that had been given a physical form. Despite that, he didn’t seem to have any vestige of Narcissistic Personality Disorder, and he was the perfect candidate for that diagnosis. Not once had he preened or flexed, or even checked for his reflection in a mirror. And this incredibly gorgeous man was with her. She almost shook her head. It was as incredible as it was unbelievable.
    “You are all right? I did not hurt you?”
    “What?” Leah blinked several times with the surprise. The man had given her perfection. She might be tender, but it was a delicious feeling. She wouldn’t trade it for anything. He grunted.
    “I am a large man. And you are a very small wiblih. ”
    Leah snorted. His smile faded slightly, while his brows drew down.
    “You laugh at me?”
    “No. I just—. It’s just—. Um. Men have called me a lot of things...over the years. Small...is not one of them,” Leah whispered.
    He glanced down to where her breasts were smashed against him. His entire body shuddered, shaking hers with it. He had it conquered before he returned his gaze to hers. Leah’s heart smacked into her throat with a hard pulse that choked before it