Read Online To Have: Vampire Assassin League #19 by Jackie Ivie - Free Book Online

was his? It didn’t matter. They shared the same heart beat. The same breath. They might even share the same pain.
    And the same joys.
    But the main reason he built his palaces far beneath the earth’s crust was because it obscured the passage of time. If one didn’t know day or night, yesterday from today, whether it was midwinter or the height of summer heat, then one didn’t care. One night followed the next in an endless cycle. At first, immortality had been a supreme gift of the gods. He’d roamed the planet at night, feasting. Fighting. Challenging any braggart and conquering without remorse. He took any assassination that Akron offered up. And once he discovered immunity to sunlight came with age, he’d searched out and fought in battles. Any battle. Any war. Just for the sensation of feeling alive again.
    And when that failed, he’d turned to improving his mind. He’d learned every spoken language, and some that had disappeared. When printing had first started, he’d devoured everything he could get his hands on, until reading grew insipid and boring. Then, it was the invention of radio waves. Television. The internet. Immediate access to virtually anything. And even those grew boring over time. He rarely turned on any of his technology anymore. It didn’t work. Nothing had worked for any length of time at alleviating the endless span of his existence.
    Until he somehow found her.
    Evelyn.
    His mate.
    She opened an eye as is if he’d called to her. Oh! She had eyes of a beautiful blue-green shade. Deep as any ocean, clear as any pool. Her other eye opened. And then she smiled. Daron returned it.
    “Hi,” she said, clearing her throat. “Wow. I usually don’t sound like a frog in the morning. Um. It is morning, isn’t it?”
    “I am not certain,” he replied.
    “Oh. Okay. Man! Do I ever feel fantastic!”
    She stretched, dislodging some of the satin sheet that covered them. Daron pulled in his cheeks as he considered her.
    “Wow. Daron. I think that may have been the best sex I’ve ever had.”
    “What do you mean ‘may have’?” he asked.
    She turned her head toward him. She caught him eyeing portions of her the sheet was no longer covering. He actually felt a flush overtake him as he moved his gaze back to hers.
He could flush?
It was as incredible as it was unbelievable. She lifted her eyebrows and sat, taking the sheet with her. And then she busied herself with tucking fabric all about her form. Long tendrils of hair trailed about her, too, adding another layer to her veiling.
    “You aren’t going to start the despotic potentate thing again, are you?” she asked when she’d finished.
    “No. Most assuredly,
eshq-e man.
I am simply wondering how I can add to my efforts. Last longer. Stay harder. Perhaps the alchemists truly did have some potion for virility that I should have procured.”
    She tipped her head to one side. “I so hope you are joking.”
    He didn’t know how to answer. So he didn’t. He simply sat up, too. He didn’t bother with hiding his nakedness. She had most of the sheet. So, he hooked his hands together and looped his arms about his knees to face her.
    “Come on, Daron. You are a world-class lover, with a package to back it up. Oh shit. Now I’m going to blush.”
    “You are? Why?”
    “Because I’m trying to have a conversation here...and it’s impossible while I’m looking at you. And. And. And you need to go put some pants on or something.”
    “My nakedness bothers you? Truly? I was known as a very handsome man. Much wanted by women. This is...a new feeling for me. Forgive me. I shall fetch my trousers.”
    He was off the mattress so rapidly it lurched slightly along its foundation, screeching a little.
    “Oh, come on, Daron. You have mirrors. You know you’re hot. I’m going to even go to an eleven here. Okay? That isn’t what I meant.”
    He found his discarded pants in a heap. They were a new pair. Fashioned of leather. They were stiff and cold