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

subsided.
    Oh no.
    No.
    This reaction was not because she was falling for him. No way. Not her. It was because he was so handsome that looking at him was difficult. That had to be the reason. He licked his lips. She glanced to his mouth. There wasn’t a hint of fangs.
    Good.
    ”Parts of you are not,” he finally replied.
    Leah returned her attention to his eyes. He’d turned his head, which put the light fully onto his face. Her heart did another heave. Only this time, it landed in her belly and decided to pound from there.
    She swallowed.
    Tried ignoring it.
    Failed.
    “Parts of you are so tiny, I worry,” he continued. “While others? Ah! I cannot think! There are no words good enough! Your brust is...full. Womanly. Very soft. While your huf and arsebelli—!”
    He twinged deeply within her, hard again. Easily as erect as before. Leah’s body instantly responded without one instruction from her. She squeezed about him. And then she did it again. Anso groaned, and this time his shuddering rocked the bed.
    “You must not do that, lioban. ”
    Leah licked her lips. Thought for a moment. Decided to try a deflecting question. Maybe that would work at calming things.
    “Um. This word brust. Is that breast?”
    He sent a breath onto her before nodding.
    “And arsebelli would be...?”
    She left it open-ended. He supplied the word through what sounded like clenched teeth.
    “Buttocks.”
    “And lioban ?”
    Her body wasn’t following a thing she requested. If anything, her movements about him got tighter while her squeezing had become continual surges that didn’t obey the slightest command.
    “Please! You do not understand! It is too soon!”
    A sound suspiciously like a sob escaped his lips. But that couldn’t be, because his voice had been harsh. Guttural.
    “What does... lioban mean?”
    She tried deflection again. Even to her own ears she sounded strange. Breathless. Passionate. As if she suffered Hypoactive Sexual Desire Disorder or something with as much magnitude. A sex siren had taken over her throat and was issuing all kinds of signals, none of them calming. Anso closed his eyes. A look of agony crept across his features. And when he reopened them, the irises weren’t dark anymore. They glowed red. Leah’s eyes widened as they locked gazes.
    “I warn you, lioban . We mustn’t continue this. You must stop.”
    He could say it. She might try to obey. Her body had an entirely different agenda, however.
    “I don’t know how,” she told him.
    He pushed up, shoved his head back, and yelled something that didn’t have words to it. And then he dropped his head and glared down at her. His upper lip was lifted. Definite fang tips were erupting from his canine teeth. They grew long and sharp as she watched. She should have been shocked and horrified. She wasn’t. The emotions were much closer to fascination. A scientific-based interest, overridden by complete allure.
    “You are my weibchan, Leah . I am powerless against this. You must stop me. It is too...soon!”
    “You have fangs,” she told him.
    “Everything on me demands that we...join again! And...again! And as many times...as we can!”
    He punctuated each sentence with a thrust into her, adding bass tones to the room. Each one carried emotion. She recognized some of it because it matched hers. Desperation. Anger. Need. Alarm bells got silenced in her mind. Her breath grew quicker. Harsher. She matched each inhalation he made, and every exhalation. Exactly. Her heart thudded in heavy beats that had a loud echo, as if his heart was in sync. Her belly warmed. Grew hot. Flames sparked to life within her. They licked at her skin, singeing her lower belly, upper thighs. And then they ignited an inferno at her core.
    Leah gripped her legs about him, lifted her hips, and shoved, forcing him deeper within her.
    Anso responded with a snarl and a series of thrusts that sent her head toward the headboard. He opened his mouth wide. This time she didn’t