Clarity (The Admiral's Elite Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

of suspects. Most people found any attention from Admiral Black uncomfortable and potentially life threatening, humans could sense he was terrifying even if they didn’t know why. For Michael, Black’s unusual willingness to work on his own was a blessing that equaled time off the clock. And taking in the petite form, sandy brown hair and large hazel eyes of the woman in front of him, he knew exactly how he wanted to spend every moment Black released him from his duties.
     
    “We hav e day s ,” he told her softly, hoping that was true for him as well as the others.
    Take her . The vampire inside him clawed at his spine, eager to take control.
     
    Michael checked it harshly . Gently.
     
    The vampire argued that wasn’t enough. It wanted all of her; her blood called to him.
     
    NO ! Michael’s response was unyielding. He would not allow it to taste her and ruin what she offered him.
     
    Becca took a step toward him, her eyes filling with the desire he could sense. Her pulse raced, her chest rose and fell rapidly. Michael studied her for any hints of fear, seeing none. Only want. The hesitation, gripping him since his feeding in Afghanistan, finally let go.
     
    “Days?” she whispered, tongue flicking over her bottom lip. “That sounds exhausting.” The corner of her mouth flicked up into a smile.
     
    Michael pounced, wrapping one arm around her back, the other cupping the back of her head and pressing her close. An immense amount of self-control allowed him to keep his fangs at bay while he slid his tongue across her lips. Her moan as she opened nearly broke him but he was strong and willed his teeth to remain human, for her.
     
    “Michael.”
     
    His name on her lips, breathed in his mouth, and against his flesh tested his restraint. The monster within him clawed at his insides, demanding to be let loose, to feast upon her. He pushed that down. Becca had been too close to his darkness recently and he would not allow it again. Fortunately there was something h e di d let grow though it was a bit lower than his gum line. Wordless, he walked her backward until the mattress buckled her knees from behind and Michael, one hand still cradling her head, lowered her easily to the mattress.
     
    Her hands roamed, one in his hair clutching a handful to pull him toward her while the other dragged down his chest and hard abs to slip over his hip, encouraging him to come to her.
     
    “Michael, please.” She needed this as much as he did. To be reassured that all was as it should be. That he was still the man she loved and wanted, not the monster who so clearly terrified her whether she wanted to admit it or not.
     
    Determined to make her forget, even if it made him all kinds of an asshole for taking advantage of her while she was still recovering, he let his mouth move from hers and trail lingering kisses along her delicate jawline, swirling his tongue behind her ear. Lips curling when she shivered, as he knew she would, Michael couldn’t help but be pleased. Right or wrong, Becca was his and he was determined to give her this. To allow her to pretend he was the man she deserved and wanted him to be; believed him to be. Tossing back the loathing he felt at allowing her to hold him in such false regard, he reared up and dragged off first his shirt then hers. When his eyes again fell to hers he saw it and swallowed.
     
    Love, warmth, trust he didn’t deserve. Unable to face any of it, he lowered his mouth to her black, lace clad breast and took the tip into his mouth. With a gasp, her fingers tightened on his shoulders. He knew she wanted him inside her yet he made her wait; he would neither rush her pleasure nor that which he took from watching her ecstasy. Taking his time, Michael moved to her other breast while his hand slid lower and undid her cargos. When his fingers rolled over her damp curls he tugged and she arched into his hand, pleading bodily for more. Sliding a finger inside, he continued to