VET Vampire Romance 01 - Covet by Felicity Heaton Read Free Book Online Page B

feather pillows. The bedclothes were cool beneath him. He closed his eyes, focused so his fangs went away and his eyes changed back, and then looked at her. He raised his hands above his head, placing his wrists close to the carved mahogany headboard, and waited for her.
    Lilah didn’t hesitate. She bravely mounted the bed, looked at the elaborate design on the headboard, and frowned. He knew what the problem was. There wasn’t much in the way of places she could tie him to and even if he stretched his arms out, the tie and belt wouldn’t be long enough to secure him to the posts.
    He held his hand up, got onto his knees and looked for a weak point in the carved design. Lilah gasped as he punched one hole and then another close to it. He shook his hand, splattering the sheets with blood, and then raised his knuckles to his mouth and licked them.
    “That doesn’t exactly make it look as though I forced you into this.” She frowned at him as he turned towards her and then it melted away when she saw his hand. She took hold of it and he could only stare as she raised it to her lips and kissed his knuckles. The sight of his blood on her lips was too much for him to bear. He swooped on them, moaning as he claimed her mouth and tasted his blood. She bent backwards, her hands against his upper arms, clutching him so tightly that he felt her nails digging into his flesh. He groaned again, aroused by the hint of pain, the scent of blood, and the thought of her tying him up.
    Lilah pushed him backwards and knelt before him, her breasts threatening to spill out of her dress with each hard breath she drew. Her outfit played havoc with his libido, especially when she leaned towards him, her cleavage on display, and pressed her hand into his shoulder and gave it a shove.
    Javier fell backwards onto the bed, staring up at her, a willing slave. He obediently raised his hands to the headboard again, eager to feel the silk and leather against his wrists, binding him. Hungry to be at her mercy.
    She tied his right wrist first with the silk tie and it was too soft against his skin. He wanted to feel the bite of it, to feel as though he was powerless.
    “Tighter,” he whispered and she blushed again, cheeks blazing, but did as he said. She untied it and tugged it tighter, until it squeezed his wrist and tore a groan from him. He nodded when she looked concerned. He could take it.
    When she tied his left wrist with his Italian leather belt, she did it up so tightly that it pinched his skin and squeezed his bones.
    Lilah moved towards him until her thighs were eye level with him and he could smell himself on her, smell their combined arousal. His cock twitched against the black towel, hungry to be inside her again, to climax this time, uncaring of the law. She was his. He would make Lord Ashville recognise that.
    When she moved to kneel close to his face and reached over the back of the headboard, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her thighs. He stared at them as she fumbled with the tie and the belt, trying to knot them together, tugging his hands forwards so they pressed against the headboard, the splintered wood rough on his wrists.
    She looked pleased with herself when she sat back.
    “You know these can’t really hold me,” he said playfully and she scolded him with a frown.
    “It’s not as though we have real shackles.” Her frown didn’t shift. “You’ll have to play along.”
    “I know where to get some.” He smiled up at her. “Knock on Snow’s door and ask to borrow his.”
    Her face blanched. His smile widened.
    “Do you really think I would let you wander off to see Snow?” His humour died at the thought. Snow was unpredictable. Dangerous. He couldn’t be trusted around anyone, not even his brother Antoine. “It was a bad joke. Maybe we can get some real ones if I make it through this.”
    Tears sparkled on her lashes and her shoulders sagged. “Don’t speak like that. He can’t do anything to you now. I