Vampire in Her Mysts by Meagan Hatfield Read Free Book Online

his like a cat against a scratching post.
    â€œIleana.”
    Goddess, he said it again. She mewled. Her needing whimper had Yuri claiming her face in his hand. His thumb brushed across her lips in a caress both rough and tender and her gaze dropped to his, willing his mouth to hers.
    He smiled and tenderly bent his head to her. When his lips touched hers, pinwheels of fire licked her belly and every weary muscle in her body sprang to life. Instinctively, she knew what she wanted. What she craved.
    â€œUse your powers on me, Yuri,” she said when he pulled away.
    He froze, the muscles beneath her hands tensing. “Why?”
    â€œI want you to tell me what I’m thinking,” she said with a coy smile. “What I want.”
    Yuri paused, his eyes boring into hers so reverently, so deeply she could feel his stare like fingers on her skin. “I…” He shook his head. “I’m going to build a fire,” he muttered.
    And in the time it took her to blink, he’d pushed to his feet and walked away.
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    Yuri tossed the wood into the hearth with more force than necessary. He had to do something to get his mind off Ileana. Goddess, didn’t she know he didn’t need to read her mind to see she wanted him. He only had to look into those heated eyes, taste her sweet lips.
    Although fleeting, the quick look over his shoulder was enough to send another aching tug of desire through his body. A becoming flush highlighted the normally pale skin of Ileana’s beautiful face. Her lips, still full and moist from his kiss, were soft and parted, revealing two tiny perfect fangs. Fangs he could already feel stabbing into his neck with sweet perfection.
    He shifted his legs, trying to adjust the growing evidence of his desire for her. Angry with himself for reacting to her like no more than a green lad, he stabbed at the fire, relishing the pops and hissing he garnered in reply.
    â€œYuri.”
    Her voice was soft, breathy and his cock twitched in response.
    â€œYes.”
    â€œTurn around.”
    Unable to deny her with words, he shook his head instead. Busying himself with stoking the fire, he ignored the one building with the force of scorching hot bricks in his gut. A rustle of fabric sounded from behind him. The soft padding of her delicate footsteps echoed in the small room. He held his breath, waiting for her touch, sensing it coming.
    Small and elegant, her fingers curled around his shoulders.
    â€œYuri, please,” she said, tugging gently on his arms. “Look at me.”
    He bit down on his jaw, on the truth. “I can’t,” he ground out.
    â€œWhy? Is it your powers?” she asked sweetly. “Does it hurt to use them?”
    Yuri thought of the night he held his sister in his arms. The night he told her promises he wasn’t sure he could keep. Watched her murderer take her life and get away.
    â€œSometimes,” he grated.
    It did hurt, though not the way she assumed. It hurt to know things, to be able to control people and bend them to his will. To always wonder if people did things because you made them or because they wanted to.
    â€œYuri, please look at me.”
    Yuri gripped the shoddy mantel, feeling the wood splinter beneath his grip. “Don’t ask me. Not now.”
    â€œWhy not?”
    â€œI cannot be what you need.” What you deserve .
    â€œHow do you know what I need?”
    Yuri whirled around, seizing her upper arms. Ready to tell her he knew everything about her from his brief glimpses into her mind. That he wanted more for her than he could ever give her. That she deserved to be treated like the noble princess she once was, not someone to be taken quick and greedy on a filthy cabin floor.
    Then his eyes locked on hers. In them he saw every emotion he felt, but could not describe. Every unspoken want, desire, tangible need and unbearable loneliness permeating through his being for this woman, echoed in her