Levet by Alexandra Ivy Read Free Book Online

seemed a good place to start.
    Pressing his lips against the jagged patch of skin that had been ruined by a spell meant to kill her, he savored the heat and tantalizing scent that had haunted his dreams for far too long.
    She stiffened, but didn’t pull away, her breathing shallow as he continued to caress the physical proof of her survival. He took his time, trailing his lips over the delicate shell of her ear before returning to her cheek.
    It wasn’t until her rigid muscles slowly began to loosen that he allowed his exploration to expand to include the line of her stubborn jaw and the enticing length of her neck. He shuddered, his hands slipping beneath her shirt to cup the lush abundance of her breasts.
    Mère de dieu , he loved the feel of her softness in his hands.
    He was going to love the feel of her breasts in his mouth even more, he decided, tugging the top higher as he dipped his head down to capture the tip of her nipple between his teeth, taking care not to break the fragile skin with his fangs.
    He might be ready and eager to complete their mating, but he wasn’t going to risk creating a bond she wasn’t prepared to accept.
    She’d had too many things forced on her over the years.
    Wrapping his arms around her slender waist as she shivered in pleasure, Elijah teased her tender nipple with his tongue. They groaned in unison.
    The taste of her was succulent. As sweet as fresh peaches. And her scent . . .
    His cock threatened to explode as her arousal spiced the air.
    He wanted to strip off her clothes and take her against the counter.
    Or maybe he would lay her across the dining table and feast on her for the next century.
    Of course, she might prefer the comfort of her bed, he silently acknowledged as he turned his head to capture her other nipple between his lips.
    A soft mattress. Moonlight spilling over her luscious body as he settled between her legs and thrust deep inside her. A locked door to keep out unwelcome intruders.
    Oui . The bedroom was swiftly becoming the preferable option.
    Lifting his head, he claimed her lips in a kiss that was slow and deep, demanding everything she had to offer. At the same time his fingers threaded in the satin softness of her golden hair.
    There was no hurry, he reminded his aching erection. This wasn’t sex.
    It was making love in the finest sense.
    Her hands drifted up to clutch his shoulders, as if her knees had suddenly gone weak. But even as he was congratulating himself on her sweet capitulation, she was pulling back to suck in an unsteady breath.
    â€œWait.”
    With a low growl, he pulled her back so he could bury his face in the curve of her neck.
    â€œI have waited too long, mon ange .”
    She shivered, but despite her obvious arousal she didn’t melt beneath his irresistible touch.
    Stubborn female.
    â€œI’m worried about Levet.”
    â€œDon’t be.” He lightly ran his fang along the low neckline of her top, chuckling as she gave a strangled groan. “He can take care of himself.”
    â€œYou don’t know that.”
    â€œI know that no one interferes in Guild business.” He licked the racing pulse just below her jaw. “Not unless they want to end up dead.”
    Her hands pressed against his chest. “You’re not scared of the gargoyles, are you?”
    â€œA challenge, mon ange ?”
    â€œA simple question.”
    He reluctantly lifted his head to study her flushed face with a resigned amusement.
    She wasn’t going to let this go.
    Which meant there was no comfortable mattress or lush female curves in his immediate future.
    Not until he’d convinced her to forget Levet.
    Something he sensed was going to be easier said than done.
    â€œParis belongs to me, but I have no desire to start an unnecessary turf war with the gargoyles,” he explained in gentle tones, his gaze absorbing the spectacular beauty of her passion-flushed face surrounded by a mane of golden