Free Immortal Need by LeTeisha Newton

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    “Forget I asked. Silly question,” she said and turned away, not wanting to look at him. Warm hands grasped her arms and turned her around to face him again. She was insane for wanting to lean into his body, absolutely insane, but she did it anyway. She couldn’t fight the shaky breath that left her body when he palmed her cheek.
    “Ayah,” he began, but then froze suddenly. “We have company. We’ll talk about this later.” He didn’t appear particularly worried when he turned to face an empty corner in her living room, but she stepped a little closer to him nonetheless.
    There was no flash or great light marring her vision, just three other people standing in the room with her and Sevani. The lone female in the group was absolutely exquisite. Her platinum-blond hair was perfect, and her gray eyes were captivating. She had the perfect bow mouth and striking features of a model. That was until Ayah looked at the rest of her. The woman was the perfect example of a pocket Venus. Nothing reed thin about her. Her shoulders were slender and framed heavy breasts tapering into a trim waist that accentuated her wide hips. Her legs went on forever, something Ayah could find envy-worthy. Her choice of clothing, tight black leather pants with a black camisole, enhanced her shape. She was obviously no weakling. On her hip was a handgun. With two wicked blades strapped to the outside of her thighs, another blade was on her back, but Ayah could only see its hilt.
    To the woman’s right was a blond-haired, green-eyed Adonis. That was the only way Ayah could describe him. He was tall, very tall, maybe just an inch or so shorter than Sevani, with black cargo pants much like Sevani wore, with his black T-shirt tucked in. But instead of knives like Sevani, this man was armed heavily with guns. He had two handguns strapped at his waist and two more to the outside of his thighs. Under his arms and shoulders were harnesses holding two more handguns. A strap across his chest told Ayah that he most likely had another one strapped across his back. His thick military boots also showed the butts of two small handguns.
    “I see someone likes to play with dangerous things,” Ayah commented. She didn’t realize she’d spoken aloud until the blond man tossed her a sensual smile.
    “I see you approve,” the man said to her, and the timbre of his voice raced through her. Where were men like this made?
    He was incredibly handsome. And, while he wasn’t nearly as amazing as Sevani, the man was definitely something to look at. At the center of the new threesome was a man who was the polar opposite of the Nordic-like couple. He was dark, a throwback to the age of pirates. His dark hair framed his face and hung almost to his shoulders, and like Sevani’s, she found the style very attractive. His eyes were a fathomless pit, darkened by midnight and sexier than sin. His top lip was slightly fuller than his bottom one. As he stood there, she noticed that he had dressed slightly different than the others. He wore blue, from his camouflage pants to his T-shirt. She did not know, exactly, why he’d made the slight change. But when he shifted, the sudden shimmer of cords and wires caught the light.
    “What the heck?” she asked and wondered what they were. The man looked at her for a moment, his head cocked slightly to the right, and his eyes narrowed as if he were deep in thought.
    “Garrotes,” he said, and her jaw dropped. It was impossible for a man’s voice to be that low. She was surprised she understood what he’d said. She heard more tone than the actual word he used. His voice was so deep it vibrated through her system. She heard a growl as Sevani stepped behind her.
    “Cool it, Alexander,” he said, his voice cold, dark, and deadly. Her heart pounded. Sevani lifted her jaw with one finger, his arm staying around her waist when he was done. She could almost believe he was jealous, a wild thought. She gripped his forearm,