Vampires' Consort: Magical Menages, Book 2 by Bonnie Dee Read Free Book Online

There could be forces that might try to destroy the child before he, or she, fulfilled his destiny. Both you and the baby will need protection.” He wondered how far Overton would go to stop this from happening if he and his followers found out about the prophecy.
    “What kind of forces?” She frowned and something flashed across her eyes.
    He caught a whiff of her fear and his fangs itched to descend, an automatic response he’d long since learned to control. Simultaneously, he felt a strong protective urge toward her. “Has someone followed or contacted you?”
    She shrugged. “The night Jacob gave me the invitation, something happened outside my building. There was something or someone hiding in the shadows, watching me, I think. Or maybe it was my imagination.”
    It had to be one of Overton’s minions. How the hell had he found out about Akila? Valarian cursed his stupidity in not taking precautions and guarding her. But if Overton knew something, why hadn’t he killed or kidnapped her? The man’s motives were a mystery.
    “Do you believe everything I’ve told you?” Valarian stared at her, willing her to trust him.
    She returned his stare for a moment before jerking her gaze away. “You don’t have to pull a mind-warp on me. I already believe you and I don’t appreciate being fucked with.”
    How about just being fucked? He barely suppressed the question. Beneath all this talk of bloodlines and destiny rippled an inexorable current of desire. Before he’d met her, Akila had been a puzzle to figure out and a goal to achieve, a means to thwart Overton’s plot. He hadn’t really thought of her as a person. But since she’d exploded into his home, all attitude and sarcasm and smelling more delicious than that prime rib, hunger for her had percolated through his system.
    She was no longer simply a vessel to produce his child. She was a powerhouse of a woman, whom he found immensely attractive. The idea of Jacob having her all to himself was not at all satisfactory. When they got down to fucking—and he had no doubt they would, he could smell the desire on both of them—Valarian wanted to be a part of it.

Chapter Five
    Akila stood by the low stone wall at the edge of the veranda, looking at the moonlit waves sliding into shore and breaking in a flurry of lacy foam. The sand shone ghostly white and, overhead, masses of stars pulsed in the night sky. The warm breeze smelled of brine and exotic flowers, and the drink in her hand tasted like summer. She would be having the tropical vacation of her life if it wasn’t for that pesky prophecy that cast a cloud of gloom over an otherwise perfect night.
    It was impossible to believe in it and impossible not to. Kaspan had convinced her he believed. And if the world was really in danger, she couldn’t sit on the sidelines and watch. She had to do something about it.
    Behind her, Valarian and Jacob sat in deck chairs, their low voices rumbling back and forth in an easy cadence. She’d observed them together all evening and thought she understood them a little better. They were like an old married couple that sometimes sniped at each another but who would be lost without their partner. Perhaps Jacob chafed under the restraint of his servitude and maybe Valarian was annoyed by his thrall’s tendency to brood, but they were inextricably linked. They were like one unit. How could she possibly fit into that tight duo if she decided to have sex with Jacob?
    Which she wouldn’t.
    Or maybe she’d have sex with him, but she certainly wouldn’t allow herself to become pregnant. She was on the Pill. Hadn’t Valarian considered that possibility? There was no likelihood she’d become pregnant if she did decide to indulge in recreational vacation sex with Jacob. Or Valarian. Or both.
    The thought of her sandwiched between the two gorgeous men— not men, vampire and thrall , her mind whispered—kept darting through her mind like a streaker at a prayer meeting. Here she