His Dark Bond by Anne Marsh Read Free Book Online

on for dinner.
    “Close enough.”
    His mouth closed over hers, and, yes, he tasted as good as he smelled. The dark spice and bay taste of him teased her, a throaty, rich scent that had her fingers curling against his skin. She forgot why she was supposed to be resisting. Why she’d ever wanted to say no to him.
    Hard lips pressed hers apart. Ruthless. Male. For a moment, she panicked. What if she couldn’t do this? It had been so long since she’d kissed a lover. Maybe he wanted someone more experienced. Someone better at this. She jerked her head back, but he had his hands anchored in her hair now, and he wasn’t letting go. And that tongue—God, that wicked tongue—stroked a damp, heated path along the seam of her lips.
    “Let me in, baby,” he growled, and, God help her, it didn’t matter anymore. She wanted to know what he’d feel like. What he’d do next. She opened up for him, and he swept inside. Took her mouth, his tongue stroking wickedly along hers. He was making her wet, and he wouldn’t let her hide from what he was making her feel. She hummed a little note of pleasure and happiness, relaxing into his touch.
    He groaned into her mouth, eating at her like a starving man, and she was lost. His hands tangled deeper in her hair, angling her head for his possessive kiss. Massaging her scalp as one heavy leg pressed between hers, tangled in the fabric of her pencil skirt.
    Her moan was shockingly loud in the sudden silence of the car. Oh, God. What was he doing to her? She never moaned. She chose what she showed her lovers—or not. And yet here she was, coming undone in his arms. Underneath him, and all she wanted to do was to pull him closer still.
    The sweet pulse of desire had her hands curling into his jacket, making demands, and, God help her, he was going to give her exactly what she asked for.
     
    Zer figured if he kept kissing his professor, she might finally shut the hell up. Nessa St. James needed to stop fighting him, had to get with the program and do business with him. The unbelievable taste of her mouth, however, had Zer stiffening against her heated little body, his hands dragging her closer still. That kiss, her tentative touch, was a revelation. He was driving home his point that he was larger, meaner, more dangerous, yet he wished he hadn’t. When she kissed him back, her tongue pushing shyly against his as if she hadn’t kissed a male in years and wasn’t quite sure she remembered the hang of it, he was lost.
    He drank her in, the sweet, wild, shy taste of her pumping through his veins and filling up that empty space inside him where his soul should have been if he wasn’t such a heartless bastard. God, she tasted good. He couldn’t get enough of her, and she, well, she was melting beneath him, arching up into his touch like just maybe she couldn’t get enough of him , either. He deepened the kiss, his mouth moving over hers with hard urgency as he drank her down.
    Nael’s hand fisting in his collar was an unwelcome intrusion. The brother’s eyes were cold. Determined. “Let her go now. Back off.” Nael’s hand twisted in the leather and yanked hard. “Back off now .”
    Zer snarled and wished he hadn’t.
    Nessa was staring up at him wide-eyed. Dazed. Pale.
    Too pale. Now that he was clear of her mouth, he could see the too-white color of her face, and he wanted to say something but didn’t know what. He’d been drinking her dry like the worst rogue out there. Instead of mouthing useless apologies, however, he shot off her as if she was something contagious.
    He inhaled sharply, acknowledging the thick, hot swirl of pheromones filling the car. Brothers could scent her, too. Hell.
    Nessa St. James was meant for one of them . Not him. He didn’t want a bond mate, couldn’t guarantee he wouldn’t kill her if he took her. And there was no way in hell he merited a soul mate.
    Taking one last, deep breath, he put the seat’s length between them and stared out the window at