Exist (Vampire Assassin League Book 30) Read Online Free

at a time like this? The man might have his own company and his life in order, but he didn’t remotely resemble the masculine god standing in front of her.
    Now that she thought of it. Anso was probably a perfect name.
    “Um...” The word vibrated through her throat. It wasn’t followed up by anything else.
    “I will not ask again.”
    His voice lowered into a deeper range. The last words were growled. Leah had never come up against such a blatant chauvinist. Nor, someone as manly. Anso was an alpha male to an infinite degree. She had patients with these traits, but nothing near as ingrained or apparent. And if anything was normal about this, she wouldn’t be swaying on her tiptoes in these heels, experiencing flickers of heat lick their way through her belly, upper thighs, and breasts at his words. Tone. Meaning.
    And worse. When she answered, her voice seemed to contain all of the sensations afflicting her in audible form. She’d never sounded quite so...excited. Aroused. Sexual.
    “I...think you have the wrong—!”
    Her words choked off as he lunged. His arms swooped about her, carrying her with him into the fog.
    And Leah hadn’t even cried out.

CHAPTER THREE
    His mate radiated life. Warmth. Succor. Her presence was a beacon in a heretofore dark world; a haven of shelter in the midst of winter storms; a wealth of heat in a span of ice. An aura of light seemed to surround her. He’d seen it the moment he’d gone airborne. He’d been worried over finding her? That had been naïve and foolish.
    If pleasure filled him at being near and basking in her warmth, there was no descriptor for how it felt to clasp her to him. Experience her every breath as they feathered across his chest. Listen to her beating heart as it pulled his into synchronicity with it. Inhale her perfect blend of vanilla and mint. Feel the slide of hair strands along his shoulders. Chin. Against his cheeks...
    Anso tightened his arms about her, twirled until the night spun, and then launched forward again. He had to get her to his castle. Hidden. Secure. Private.
    Those words matched his castle. It had been built for defense. He didn’t know when it had been started, or against what foes. There had been too many over the centuries. But, at some point, the edifice had been abandoned and left to decay. Ownership had come at a pittance. Rebuilding and adding had emptied his coffers at the time. Because he’d wanted perfection: the best craftsmen, finest materials, unparalleled luxury and beauty.
    He’d believed he was erasing his origins, overwriting the barbaric portion of his personality with something better. More refined. Much more civilized. He knew the real reason now.
    He’d created the castle for her.
    The thought brought a burst of something approaching worry. His belly dropped. He lost a corresponding amount of elevation. He’d been extremely short-sighted, but he hadn’t known the stories of mating were true. Or that she would just appear one night. There hadn’t been one warning. Not even a hint! If there had, he would have prepared his home. Seen to altering décor that was centuries old. His unused kitchens were archaic; the bedroom suites even older.
    And he was taking his mate there?
    Anso gripped her tighter. His breath hitched as she gave a soft sigh. Air brushed his throat. The sensation sent all kinds of stimuli he tried to ignore. His canines joined the fray, tingling as they started sharpening. He forced them back. Ordered his mind to concentrate on the castle...and her impression of it. Perhaps he was over-thinking this. His mate could always redecorate and update things.
    Women liked that.
    Didn’t they?
    Oh. How did he know? He hadn’t been with a woman in centuries. And, just like that, he lost his thought process again. His fangs reacted. His body spun. It wasn’t possible to stay immune to this. Mating had too much power. The feelings created within him were already vast. And they were ever multiplying. His