Free Evading (Regent Vampire Lords Book 4) by K.L. Kreig Page A

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    Panic momentarily bit at her, the unwanted sensation threatening to slice apart a future she desperately wanted, but then his next softly spoken plea made her decision easy. “Don’t let them win, baby. Don’t let them take you from me. Fight for me, for us.”
    He was right. Of course, he was. He may not have known specifics, but he would. She would eventually tell him and she had to believe he would still accept her, love her. Trusting someone completely with every part of you, including the impurities of your past, was a scary proposition, but she had to. Her only other choice was to walk away again. And she was just plain tired of walking away from him as though he didn’t matter when he was all that did.
    He saw the second she caved because his mouth was bruising hers. This time, she didn’t push him away. Instead, she dragged him closer, needing him fused to her so nothing could tear them apart.
    “We good?” he asked even as he was picking her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, and carrying her inside his house.
    She nodded, unable to respond because her mouth was now latched on the side of his neck. Sucking hard, she primed the place where she’d drop her fangs deep and drink of her Fated’s lifeblood. Her stomach twisted to be filled with power. Her cells screamed to bind his essence to hers.
    Mike’s palm landed hard on the back of her head and he groaned, “Oh, fuck. Giselle.” It sounded pained, but she knew it was craving instead. She could sense how much he wanted her bite. Could feel it in the vibration of every pump of his heart, every throb of his cock that deliciously pounded against her distended clit, making her mindless.
    Scraping her teeth along the plumped skin, she was getting ready to taste him again when the air whooshed out of her lungs.
    Lying on his unmade bed, Mike Thatcher towered above her, his chest heaving, his eyes dilated to thin points, looking like an ancient god coming to claim her. He reached back and drew his sweater over his head, throwing it to the floor beside him, leaving him gloriously bare from the waistband of his jeans up. He didn’t stop devouring her with his weighty stare for a single second.
    “I’m hungry,” she whispered in near desperation. So fucking empty and hungry. Her belly cramped painfully. Her pussy throbbed in agony.
    A slow smile curled his full rosy lips. “Me too. But I’m going to be balls deep before you sink your teeth into me this time, baby. I want to feel your pussy milking me at the same time your mouth does. This time, I’m exploding inside your wet heat, not my stomach or my pants or my hands.”
    She could feel the change in her face. Her incisors were razor sharp. The lines of her cheekbones severe. The glow of desire in her eyes bathed her soon-to-be lover and he growled. Actually growled low and long and so needy she almost pinned him against the headboard and took from him what she wanted.
    But she held back because she could feel how much he needed to do this his way. For her. And if that right there didn’t make her fall in love with him, she didn’t know what could.
    Mike was always concerned about her and her feelings. Despite his cutting comments, she’d always known that to be true. His actions had proven as much, even if his biting lips said otherwise.
    “Do you even comprehend how fucking beautiful you are to me?”
    Yes, she did.
    With her thigh grasped between his rough palms, she thought for sure he would push upward toward the place aching and pulsing for his touch. But he didn’t. Kneeling on the floor beside the bed, he pressed soft kisses down the inside of her leg. His hands followed until they reached her stiletto. He carefully unbuckled it before ascending back up the same leg. Chills raced after his fingertips, catching up to them fast.
    “Do you?” he asked again, this time demanding an answer.
    “All vampires are beautiful. It’s how we lure our prey,” she breathed on a moan, barely