A Love For Lera (Haikon) Read Online Free PDF Page A

that’s why Daddy worries so much about me. So much more than Grigori or
Irinah, even though I’m the eldest. I have accepted that, so I can say whatever
the hell I want to about myself.”
    “Listen to me carefully, mo chara . Verra
carefully.” He refused to release her gaze. “I don’t want to hear you degrading
yourself so every time you say something like it, I’ll kiss you until you don’t
remember your own name.”
    Heat pooled in her belly. “That wasn’t part of
the deal.”
    One black brow lifted the barest of inches.
“Then, I guess you better not put yourself down.” He drank some coffee. “Unless
you want me to kiss you.”
    She swallowed hard. That was the problem. She did
want that. And more. And it scared her. Instead of commenting, she picked up
her fork and began to eat. The meal was silent, and all too soon, she walked at
his side toward the door. Lera worried her lower lip while she slipped her arms
around him for a second time. Kori drove slowly, and she jumped off as soon as
possible when he stopped outside the hotel. Not hers…his.
    “Why are we here?” she groused, needing some
distance and time to fortify the walls he seemed hell bent on getting beyond.
    “Inside, Lera.”
    She clamped her jaw shut and followed him into
his sparse room. Waiting right inside the door, she watched him grab a black
bag and sling it over one shoulder. Then, he strode toward her, and Lera locked
her knees to keep them from knocking.
    “Let’s go.”
    Lera crossed her arms and said, “Do I get to know
where now?”
    “Your hotel, of course.”
    He meant it when he said he was staying with
me. Drawing on the ice she knew she had within her, despite Kori’s ability
to melt it, she arched a brow. “Fine. Then, can we stop fucking around and find
my friend?”
    Without waiting for an answer, Lera headed to her
bike and swung a leg over. Her fingers moved intimately over the shiny finish,
and she had a slight smile on her face as her eyes drifted closed. A shadow
fell over her and, she refused to open her eyes, knowing full well who stood
there.
    “The way you stroke the bike, mo ghrá , is
enough to make any man jealous.”
    More of those unknown feelings lanced through
her. When Lera did open her eyes, his gray orbs seemed to smolder as he looked
down at her. Slipping on her mirrored shades, Lera started her motorcycle.
Turning her head toward him as she leaned forward on the bike, she said over
the noise, “Lucky for us you’re not just any man then, isn’t it?”
    That said, she drove away without a single look
back. Instead of going to her hotel, Lera found herself leaving Winthrop again
and opening up the powerful engine, needing to lose herself in the rush the
speed gave her.
     
    Kori knew she wasn’t headed to the hotel. And he
also knew she wouldn’t go to the bar, at least not without him. So he drove to
her room to wait, determined not to give in and follow her and the daredevil
way of riding that damn bike of hers. He could feel the tension seeping away
from her the faster she went, for he lurked in a dark corner of her mind,
connected to her always. Not that he knew all of her thoughts or anything like
that. It was just a way for him to stay centered, by being linked to her. His
mate. Part of him was bothered she found relief away from him, and yet
somewhere within him, he knew it wasn’t it, not solely.
    Lera was running. From her past. From her
feelings of inadequacy. From a lot of things, and the only time it didn’t seem
to affect her was when she drove fast. Parking at the hotel, he grabbed his bag
and let himself into her room, as easily as he had the previous night.
    One bed. Visions of laying her back and sliding
his hard shaft into her filled his mind, and he shifted on his feet, trying to
rein in his control. Kori looked around the room and frowned when he realized
there was very little there. In fact, all he saw was a small brown leather
pack. Tossing his bag down, he picked