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Exist (Vampire Assassin League Book 30)
Book: Exist (Vampire Assassin League Book 30) Read Online Free
Author: Jackie Ivie
Tags: Romance, Fantasy, Paranormal, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Paranormal & Urban, Romantic
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gazes. And for that, she’d need to see him.
    “We need light,” she remarked, reading his mind.
    “Yes.”
    Anso raced beneath a carved black stone arch that looked natural, reached a courtyard open to the elements. Crossed it. A moment later, they were at one of the heavy wooden doors that accessed his home. He was shaking as he entered a hall. Selected a chamber.
    Ah.
    He was in luck.
    He’d reached the silver rooms.
    These had just been cleaned. Aired. He had eight bedroom suites. Never used. Kept ready. Available. Maintained if, and when, he remembered. The silver suite was perfect. This must be fate. Not only was it dust-free and immaculate, but these rooms were the most richly appointed. Black rock walls had been covered over with wall hangings of silk, interspersed with real silver threads. The rock floors were strewn with rugs of white and silver hue. The furniture was white ash, heavily embossed with more silver, while the linens were the finest silk. Ermine lined another treasure – the coverlet of the finest woven damask, also heavily embroidered with silver.
    Anso smacked through the door, and flew through the receiving salon and into the bed chamber before he heard the sound of the door thudding shut. His movement turned on the motion-activated lighting. Candles started flickering from multiple candelabra, as if they were real and not the latest technology. The glow tempered the effect of so much silver, but the rooms still sparkled. Leah gasped. He felt, more than heard it as she lifted her head from him and viewed the enclosure.
    He experienced what had to be a flash of pride. It added to the mix of emotions he was already suffering. Honed them. And why? Because his home wasn’t antiquated. There was a river below the edifice with enough water flow to supply electricity. Indoor plumbing. A natural gas vent gave him everything else a human might require. It was all another mark that he’d foregone his barbarian roots.
    “This is—.” Her voice stopped. She shook her head.
    “Yes?” Anso prompted.
    “Not what I had in mind.”
    Her words had the effect of a splash of cold water. It chilled, sent a sizzling sound through his ears, but then it quickly dissipated. Anso straightened slightly. The move lifted her. He tried to keep a defensive tone from his reply. It probably failed. The words were also slurred around his fangs. Almost unintelligible.
    “It’s...not?”
    “I was thinking more on the line of illuminating things so I could figure them out. I was not planning on going even deeper into psychosis.”
    “This is my silver chamber,” he informed her.
    “I’ll buy that...but that. Right there. Is a bed.”
    “Yes.”
    Her essence drew him. He tightened his arms more. Lifted her easily. Lowered his nose to her ear. Found the perfect spot below it.
    ...the line of her throat.
    “Anso.”
    She said his name with a voice that trembled. Anso inhaled. Held the breath for long moments. And then exhaled. It was stupid, akin to fanning a fire. Taking any banked spark and flashing it to life. But it was impossible to stop the mating force. He’d given up trying. She didn’t understand. She was too necessary. Her essence too vital. Joining with her compulsory. Beyond containment.
    ...and her blood!
    ”You need...to put me down.”
    Her voice was a bare tremor of sound that ended in a low moan. Anso opened his mouth and licked a trail into existence along her throat, held his tongue at the lifted section of a vein as it throbbed with her pulse beat. And then he answered.
    “No.”
    The word was whispered against her neck. He watched her skin lift with shivers. His canines responded instantly. With raging need. He licked his lips. Shuddered in place. Fought to control the uncontrollable. He wanted her desperately, but he wanted her just as willing. Hungry. Afire with the same inferno of desire he faced.
    “If I wish...a man into existence...the least he can do...is obey.”
    Wish?
    Obey?
    Had
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