Guardian (Daughters Of The Gods, Book 2) by Tamara Gill Read Free Book Online Page B

that? I’m a Titan. A powerful deity just as yourself. I won’t go down without a fight.”
    Cat shrugged . “I wouldn’t want you to. I’d hate for you to make it easy for me.” At her words he was silent. She stayed where she was, unsure as to what his reaction would be. But by the predatory gleam in his eyes, something she hadn’t seen before, she knew he wasn’t going to play nice.
    “Why bother to fuck me when all you intend is to kill. What was the point of all this shit?” he asked, waving a hand to encompass the space between them.
    Something about his stance , which seemed poised for action, put her on guard. Cat shimmered into the form of a goddess, allowed her flowing silk gown and golden robe to replace her black dress, wanting him to see her for who she was. Why, she couldn’t say. Perhaps to stop him from trying to hurt her? To remind him of her power to make him keep his distance? For should he touch her again, kiss her once more, her allegiance toward her father would crumble. The desolate, yet hard look in his eyes tore her in two.
    Cat shook the ridiculous thoughts aside. She was a Goddess. A Hunter and Guardian. Feelings didn’t factor and especially feelings for a Titan. The enemy of her kind. And yet–”
    “Cat got your tongue ?” he asked, his gaze mocking.
    “I like to play with my food,” she replied. “And don’t kid yourself if you think feelings were ever involved. I’m here to do a job. I was sent because I never fail. And I won’t with you.”
    He stalked toward her and her stomach somersaulted. She inwardly swore at her body’s betrayal at such a time.
    “I think you lie.” Lelantos came to stand before her. Cat wanted to run her hands against his naked form. To touch him one more time. She clenched her fists and refused her body its demand. To desire him, feel anything for him meant, imprisonment for her in Tartarus. She couldn’t risk it. To be placed within those prison walls meant a fate worse than death, and she, as an immortal, wasn’t ready to accept that..
    “Test me.”
    His mouth arched into a grin as her words came out less than menacing. If anything they came out as if she’d been running the New York Marathon.
    “You look even more beautiful in that robe.” He brushed his lips against hers and Cat frowned but didn’t push him away. How could she not relish his touch, his soft lips that beckoned and teased her ? Damn him.
    She pulled the dagger hidden in her gowns pocket and held it against his throat. The golden blade sparkled in the moonlight. Lelantos stilled, knowing the weapon she held had the ability to kill an immortal deity. With one flick of her wrist, he would be dead. He silently watched her, the tension between them humming like electricity.
    Lelantos touched the top of her breasts, his finger gliding across her skin like a feather. Cat warred with h erself over what she should do before she threw the dagger, lodging it in a chair across the room. She lifted herself up against him and sighed when his mouth came down on hers, punishing and hard. Cat savored the anger and need she felt within him, Lelantos was hot at any time, but when furious, he was scorching.
    He kissed her, the little nips against her lips and harsh hold against her hips making her wet. She moaned as he hoisted her up against the wall and kissed down her throat. Cat fumbled with his zipper and pushed down his pants using her feet. He moaned as his heat slid against hers. Teased her flesh, reminding her body of what he could do, had already done to her.
    And she wanted more. Needed him to have her. Cat lifted herself higher against his chest and lowered herself onto him. The most delicious pressure consumed her. He felt so large and hard. Yet the control that he harbored was stronger than she could ever hope to master. He thrust into her repeatedly. Heedless as to whether he hurt her or not.
    But he did not. “Yes,” she said, clasping his shoulders as he rode them both to