When It Comes (Vampire Assassin League Book 31) by Jackie Ivie Read Free Book Online

the dream, surrounding him with indecipherable whispers, faintly tinged with a British accent.
    The room grew hot. His covers clinging with moisture. Almost suffocating. Mitch shoved the bedding aside and flopped over again, making the mattress bounce. It didn’t fix his problem. The room was even hotter and now it felt humid. The sheets beneath him clung. The boxers he wore restricted. His erection pushed against seams with an almost painful motion. And then she said his name, sending another nuance into this dreamscape.
    “Mitchell...”
    “Yeah?”
    The word was automatic, growled from deep in his throat.
    “It’s me. Adelaide.”
    “Addie,” he replied.
    “Of course.”  The voice grew more distinct, her accent much more noticeable. “You may call me...Addie.”
    “Addie,” he said again.
    “Yes?”
    Mitch growled. Thrust with his hips. Got another reminder that his boxers were skewed and he wasn’t near an opening. He may have opened his eyes. He might not have. It didn’t seem to matter. She was there. In his room. Looming through the density of the night into view. And shit . She wore another corset-thing. It thrust her breasts into prominence while defining a waist he could span with his hands. She neared the side of his bed, but she wasn’t using the floor. She was above him, just out of reach.
    Floating.
    Somehow.
    He would have puzzled it, but she licked the middle finger of one hand and ran it slowly...seductively...along the top of her corset. Her finger lifted and fell as she traced her cleavage.
    Holy shit.
    She left a trail of moisture that glimmered, even in the dimness. Mitch’s mind froze. His body reacted instantly. He lurched upward. Dropped back down. The bed frame groaned slightly.    
    “I have come for you,” the apparition told him.
    “Oh, baby.” The words were immediate. And rough-toned.
    “Just you,” she replied.
    Her fingers started fussing with hooks, or something, along one of her sides. Mitch’s breath caught. Came out with a rush. Caught again. He could swear she matched each gasp. He watched her fingers. Glanced toward her face. Looked back to her hand. The corset started gapping, giving him glimpses of perfection. Rounded flesh. Creamy-colored breasts topped with mouth-watering nipples. Mitch licked his lips. Bucked with his hips again.
    “Mitchell...?”
    She said his name again. Mitch didn’t move his gaze. He was riveted on her hand. How elegant and long her fingers looked as she moved them along her side, unfastening her garment. But when she finished she moved her hand to the opening between her breasts as if suddenly noticing how much she exhibited. And it made her shy. And that was exquisitely tempting.
    His cock twinged against the seam again, crooking his rod painfully. Mitch slid a hand beneath the waistband and pushed it down his right leg. Where there was room. But that just tented his shorts, unerringly pointing up toward her. And she was still just out of reach!
    “You...like what you see?” she asked.
    Squirming along the sheets, he panted out, “oh, hell, yeah!”
    “You want to see...more?’
    “Oh, baby. Please?”
    “Please?”
    “Please? Yes. I’m begging. Please?”
    She released the corset’s opening and moved to the back of her waist. Mitch assumed it was to unfasten the skirt. But a second after thinking that, his mind went into a paralytic state. Because her top fell open and each movement she made sent absolute perfect breasts into view. The material grazed the sides of her breasts, hiding them slightly. Then it opened again, showcasing them. Shadowed them. Showcased them. He wasn’t just thrusting his hips. His whole body throbbed in anticipation.
    Oh. Baby!
    This was the best dream he’d ever had. Ever. There wasn’t any competition. He’d never felt like this...not even in his puberty when wet dreams were a nightly event.
    Her skirt opened in the back, the entire way along the back. He’d never seen anything like it. He