Exist (Vampire Assassin League Book 30) Read Online Free PDF

And she had been tired. Perhaps the history of the city had gotten to her...as well as lack of sex. She could be suffering Hypoactive Sexual Disorder due to Separation Anxiety, but she doubted it. She’d had a good physical workout, sat down to rest, and this was the result. She’d gotten tired of waiting for the tour group, settled onto the bench, and simply nodded off. The chill hadn’t been conducive to a nap, but that was the most probable explanation for this. Because anything else was really ‘off-the-charts’ unbelievable.
    But then Anso did something to her neck, and everything she thought she knew got upended.
    And then obliterated.
    The most heavenly symphony of sensation shot through her. Everywhere. Her breasts immediately felt fuller, heavy, and extremely sensitive. Her belly got a tickling sensation just before heat slammed through it on the way to her loins. And with that plethora of fire came an itch of irritation, and a lot of carnal desire.
    A lot.
    A heavy throbbing sound started up in the room, pulling her pulse into rhythm with it. Loud. Deep. Continual. Without any instruction from her, she turned toward him, shoved her breasts into his chest and started moving. Sinuously matching the beat about her. Her nipples went to hard knots against the lace-cupped bra –which should have scratched at least some of the itch – but, it didn’t. And the stupid silk blouse buttoned in the back. She couldn’t get any closer despite how she desperately needed to. And worse. The frustration turned into a cry that she actually voiced.
    Oh no!
    She was acting like a female in heat, something that should be exactly as embarrassing as it sounded...except that Anso pulled away from her and sent a harsh, bestial sound into existence. It blended with the throbbing permeating the room, lifted shivers all over her body, and covered over any noise she made. He also began shuddering so violently it lifted them from the floor. And they didn’t come back down.
    “Bed,” she said.
    “Yes,” he answered.
    A moment later, her back, shoulders, and buttocks met the embroidered surface of that exquisite coverlet. Anso was right with her, holding her to him. Covering. Enclosing. Entwining. His hands slid along her arms, he twined his fingers with hers, and swung his arms wide, pushing their conjoined hands above her head, and then he stopped. For an incalculable amount of time. Poised above her. Looking down at her. Their gazes locked. Their breaths became huge heaves for air. Commingling. Raising rivulets of shivers, that each spewed sparks.
    And there was something really strange about his mouth.
    Those weren’t—?
    He had fangs?
    Oh. No way. She had to dream up a gorgeous masculine god and then add in vampirism? Handsome, dark, and masculine weren’t enough? She had to stir a dangerous vibe in with the sexual ones already shooting off him? She struggled briefly against him but the pleasure of his touch, his body against hers left her panting with want. Hungry with need.
    “Ans—?”
    The name wasn’t finished. He tipped his head down, tickled the sides of her face with his unbound hair, and slammed his lips to hers. Leah sucked in air that brought a salty tang. She licked, and after the first taste, she was returning the kiss. Her body lurched up in surprise, the reaction mixed with pleasure, a torrent of unleashed passion. A tsunami of desire. Blizzard of want.
    And a complete need for immediacy.
    And then the kiss ended. Anso’s weight disappeared. The man moved with incredible speed. He was a blur at the side of the bed. Leah watched him shuck his sword and a long dagger somewhere behind him. They clattered against the stone floor. The leather strapped about his shoulders got pulled off next; the matching cuffs were yanked off his wrists, and then he started on his belt. The entire time, he didn’t move his eyes from hers.
    Well .
    She didn’t need another hint. This was really happening. She might as well go