Kela's Guardian by B.J. McCall Read Free Book Online Page A

she had a guardian.
    Kela slid her arms around Ansara’s neck. She needed the warm contact, the physical connection to another being. Maybe she just wanted to make sure he was real. There were far too many hours when she’d doubted her sanity.
    Ansara wrapped his arms around her, providing the strength and security she needed. The heat of his skin penetrated her tired muscles and all Kela wanted to do was to remain in his arms.
    Ansara kissed her forehead, his lips hot against her cold skin.
    Seeking his heat, Kela tilted her head and pressed her lips to his. Heat flashed through her, firing muscle and bone, searing every sensual sensor.
    He tightened his hold and deepened the kiss.
    His size and strength fueled a desperate fire. A needy moan tore from somewhere deep inside her. Drawn to his heat and strength, Kela wanted Ansara. She needed him to banish the cold and the fear dwelling in her soul.
    She pressed her breasts to his chest, her invitation obvious.
    When he raised his head, ending the kiss, Kela opened her eyes. She expected the heat in his eyes, but not the set of his mouth.
    “You’re exhausted,” he said. “You need sleep more than sex.”
    “Sex helps me sleep.”
    “Don’t tempt me, Kela.”
    “Guardians can’t have sex?”
    “Let’s not talk about sex,” he said, stripping her down to her underwear.
    Kela hoped he’d change his mind, but he tucked her into bed and pulled the blanket up and over her shoulders.
    “So guardians do have sex?”
    A grin touched his lips. “We have all the necessary equipment.”
    Kela wanted to see that equipment, but Ansara was right. She was so tired she was cross-eyed and he had a demon to kill. “Can you stay, just until sunrise? When it’s light, I’ll be good to go.”
    He stripped off his vest, bracelets, belt, sword and boots. “I’m not leaving.”
    Kela closed her eyes and heard the rustle as he removed his pants. As long as Ansara was here, she could let down her guard and rest.
    He climbed in beside her and spooned his big body against hers. His heat warming her, Kela sighed and slept.

Chapter Three
     
    Ansara awoke with the rounded softness of a woman’s butt cradled against his groin. He trailed fingertips along the curve of her hip and slid his palm along a slender length of thigh.
    Kela, vampire hunter.
    He cupped her breast through the soft fabric of her underwear. Beneath his palm, her nipple peaked. Bless the stars, she felt wonderful. Desire throbbing deep in his loins, his cock stretched. Ansara wanted this fragile Earth woman with the heart of a warrior burning fiercely in her chest.
    Last night she’d been willing, but so terrified and fatigued she would have clung to anyone.
    Now that the sun had risen, Ansara wanted her to cling to him, to give herself to him without the looming fear of vampires guiding her actions. But sunrise also brought responsibilities. He hadn’t been sent to Earth to indulge in personal pleasure, but to destroy a demon. Resisting the temptation of Kela’s soft curves, Ansara rolled out of bed.
    He showered and laid claim to a new toothbrush he’d found in the vanity drawer. After raking his fingers through his damp hair, Ansara wrapped a towel around his waist and walked out of the bathroom. Kela was in the kitchen, making coffee. After several visits to Earth, he’d acquired a taste for the brew.
    She wore white underwear, devoid of lace or sheerness. She looked good.
    “Good morning or should I say good afternoon,” she said, walking up to him. “Thanks for staying the night. I really needed the sleep.”
    “My pleasure.”
    “That’s exactly what I was thinking,” she said, releasing his towel with a flick of her wrist.
    Then she kissed him, her lips soft, yet demanding.
    Ansara wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against him. He cupped her ass and half-carried her to the bed.
    She fell back on the mattress, taking him with her and pulling him on top of her.
    He released the front