A Love For Lera (Haikon) Read Online Free PDF

hers up and opened it.
    Plain cotton underwear, open but in its original
packaging. Same with socks. There were a few shirts rolled up, some bras, and
two more pairs of pants. One jean and one leather. No ID or money. Nothing
personal. All the signs of someone moving fast, who could leave at a moment’s
notice and not care if something got left behind. A disposable lifestyle.
    He fought a frown at that knowledge; she
shouldn’t be living like that. Raking a hand through his hair, he acknowledged
he wanted her with him.
    ‘Come to me, mo chara. ’
    Lera flinched, and he could feel it. ‘What the
hell are you doing in my head? Get out!’
    ‘Come back to the hotel, Lera.’
    ‘I’ll be there in about thirty minutes.’
    ‘It hasn’t been but maybe ten.’
    ‘I’m going to go the speed limit. And stay out
of my head, Cormac.’
    He frowned over the use of his first name, but
allowed her to believe he’d retreated. Kori moved his bag to beside the dresser
and tried to figure out how the hell he was going to pull this off. He had the
utmost respect for Dane Sidorov, but he couldn’t ignore who the cosmos had
created for him as a mate.
    “He’s gonna rip me to pieces,” Kori said with a
resigned sigh.
    Even on its best day, his wolf was no match for
the thousand pound tiger Dane had the option of becoming. Not that Kori could
beat him in human form either. He was basically a pup compared to the Russian
in both age and battle experience. Dane’s power exceeded his own, and Dane was
very, very protective of Lera, his eldest child.
    Kori leaned against the headboard and closed his
eyes. He remained like that until his acute hearing picked up on the purr of
Lera’s bike. Another wave of lust trailed over him, and he shuddered. With a
deep breath, he moved from the bed to the table and sat to await her arrival.
Her steps were light as she approached the door and swung it open.
    The scent of fresh air flowed from her, and he
looked at her when she pushed the door shut behind her. Her glasses were off
her face, and Kori was slightly taken aback by the fire which seemed to jump
from her eyes.
    “You stay out of my head, Cormac MacLochlainne. I
don’t need you poking around in there. My thoughts are just that, mine! ”
she snarled, stomping over to him and slamming her hands down on the table.
    The fiery vixen he faced didn’t remotely resemble
the quiet and almost shy woman he had become accustomed to seeing. He lifted a
brow and nudged a chair out for her with his foot. “I wanted you back here,” he
stated without apology.
    “Let’s get something straight. I’m agreeing to
this arrangement solely for Rissa’s benefit, not to have you come in and
totally take over my life. So your orders mean shit unless it pertains to
something dealing with Rissa. You respect my privacy or you can leave.”
    Her fury was palpable. Lera ignored the chair except
to kick it back under the table. He took a deep breath. “I’m—”
    “I know what you are. You’re an overbearing,
alpha male who’s used to having things done his way. I have my own thoughts and
my own desires. What I don’t have is the need or wish to be dictated to. I’m
not your mate, Kori.”
    His beast howled in rage at her comment. He knew
some of his wolf leaked free for she stiffened as he stared at her. But she
still didn’t back down; she was fearless. Oh, but you are my mate, Valera
Sidorov. Reining himself back under some semblance of control, he tilted
his head to the side.
    “Is that how you see it, mo chara ? Is that
how your father treats your mother? His word is law and that’s it? His needs
come first, to hell with anything else?” He allowed some reprimand to seep into
his tone.
    She shrugged negligently and licked her lips.
“You’re not my father. And he’s different. He worships the ground she walks
on.”
    “As it should be. Our mates are our life. There
isn’t anything we won’t do for them.” Why else am I agreeing to do this