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

with
you?
    She unzipped and removed her jacket, hanging it
over the back of the chair with obvious care. He swallowed hard at the sight of
the tight white tank top she wore. Kori could see his necklace around her neck,
and it pleased him. Lera had no idea how gorgeous she was. Nor did she have any
clue what he longed to do to and with her.
    “My father is an exception, Kori.” With jerky
motions, she pulled off her gloves and placed them on the table.
    “Okay, what about Adamek or Heller? Or Aren?”
    Her brows furrowed, and she pursed her lips
briefly. “Okay, so Uncle Dak, Uncle Heller, and Uncle Aren are different, too;
they love their wives.”
    “ Mo anam , we are who we are, but it
doesn’t mean our mates mean any less to us. Their safety and happiness
are first and foremost.”
    She crossed her arms and held his gaze, her eyes
full of skepticism. “And yet, those you decide are a mate still don’t have a
choice. It’s not fair.” Lera shook her head. “If I get to the point where I
decide I want a relationship, I want to be able to pick someone who wants me,
not because he tells me I belong to him.”
    Anger began to rise within him at the thought of
another man touching her. She sighed and walked to the small fridge and pulled
out a water.
    “Kind of pointless conversation, though. I can’t
even imagine what use I could be to anyone.”
    He growled low and was at her side before she
could blink. Her eyes grew wide.
    “I warned you, Lera.” Kori tunneled his hands
into her hair and held her head immobile. Her pupils dilated as he lowered his
mouth to hers.
    The first touch of her lips beneath his, and the
world shifted again. So soft, so pliant. He ran his tongue along her lower lip
before skimming the seam. They parted on a whisper like sigh. Kori was rock
hard in half a second as he slipped into the warmth of her mouth. Her taste
streamed into his pores, and his wolf answered the call, pressing hard,
determined to escape and claim its mate. Every ounce of his control was poured
into keeping the kiss gentle. Electricity shot between them, and he knew she
felt it also.
    He heard the bottle drop to the floor, and he
didn’t care. Her hands settled against his chest, burning him through the thin
material of his shirt, and she arched into him. Long, sweeping strokes through
her mouth coaxed her tongue out to dance with his. Up and down along each
other, he drew her out. The scent of her arousal filled his nose, and he could
feel his composure cracking.
    Backing off of the most succulent mouth he’d ever
been in contact with, Kori stared down at her. Her heavy lidded stare glazed
with untapped passion.
    “ Je zou kunnen verleiden de duivel, Lera,”
he muttered.
    She touched his face, and the wonderment slowly
faded from her big brown eyes. “ Bent u de duivel? ” she asked in perfect
Dutch despite the breathless quality to her tone.
    He’d forgotten she had learned to speak Dutch;
both her parents did. “To some, mo anam , to some I am known as the
devil.”
    “I bet you are,” she muttered, dropping down to
pick up her bottle.
    Kori stared at her hungrily and watched her uncap
her water before taking a long drink. Her heart still pounded, and her
breathing came short and fast. He remained close to her, refusing to back away.
    “We need to discuss this,” he said.
    Lera sat at the small table and looked at him.
“And, by this, I take it to mean you are talking about Rissa.”
    He heard the hope in her tone. Lera wasn’t ready
to accept the feelings her body was exposing her to. Sitting across from her,
Kori plucked her water from her hand and took a drink. “Tell me about the week
prior to her disappearance.”
    “The whole week?”
    “Yes. Especially if there was anything a bit
unusual around.”
    Her hiss of anger took him by surprise, and he
watched her face. The pain there made his heart break. “I’ve tried. Tried to remember
it all and what happened before her disappearance. All I