Haven by Dria Andersen

lust, the green color deeper than an emerald. She
wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted her hips, urging Leo to take what
he wanted.
    Oh Gods, did he
want.
    She was pliant
beneath him, her breasts moving with her deep breaths. Unable to resist Leo
leaned down and suckled, rolling the hard pebble around his tongue. It was the
sweetest taste and he was greedy. His hands moved between them, testing her
readiness, she was wet, tight, and hot enough to singe his fingers. He'd be
lost if he didn't slow down, he knew that, but somehow couldn’t get his body to
cooperate. Liliana arched into his hand.
    "Just a taste, a
small taste." Whether the promise was to himself or her, he didn’t know.
Control was elusive. His teeth scraped against her breast, nature demanding,
beating at him.
    "Do it,
Leo," she demanded hoarsely.
    Leo nipped her skin
lightly, his teeth elongated, crowding his mouth. He moved his mouth over her
neck. He cursed as a hard knock sounded at his front door.
    "Stay, right
where you are," he growled. His voice was deep, fury and lust battling as
he moved from Liliana's warm body. He rolled from the bed. "Don't
move," he ordered again as he conjured a pair of jogging pants and slid
them up his legs. He turned and she sighed, arching her back, her breasts an
offering to him.
    "I'll be right
here." Her voice was sultry, taunting him.
    His thoughts flashed
to the other night, to the memory of the way she gripped his body and he
cursed. His vision sharpened as his eyes changed. Lust momentarily beat out
fury.
    Leo knelt on the edge
of the bed and crawled back to her. The kiss he took was raw, possessive,
stealing his mind as their tongues dueled.
    "Leo?" a
husky voice called.
    He stiffened at the
voice in the living room.
    Liliana slapped at
his shoulders. "Who is that?"
    "Fuck!" Leo
scrambled from the bed and raced to the living room.
    He cursed the
Dziva's timing as well as the fact that she was in his apartment. He'd never
given her the code to his room. Sneaky fucking Dzivas. He wondered who’d given
up the codes to his room. The Dzivas were nothing if not resourceful, they
manipulated and controlled those around them with the flick of their hair, or a
twist of their hips. Any being with common sense knew to avoid them. The dumb
male probably never saw it coming. Still, wouldn't stop Leo from kicking his
ass when he found out who it was.
    Verity stood in his
living room her body posed, a sensual pout on her full lips. Tall and slender,
the purple iridescent scales covering her body caught the light, dazzling the
eye as they were designed to do. Of course, the short dress her boobs were near
tumbling out of, could've accomplished that on its own. Her hair was long and
the palest the color could get and still be called lavender, reaching her hips,
some of the strands lit, twinkling beautifully. Her hair like everything else
on the Dziva's body served the purpose of distracting their prey. By the time a
Dziva's victim got pass the outside beauty, they were either dead, or screwed
out of everything they owned.
    Leo sighed. He
didn't have time for this. "What do you want, Verity?"
    The Dziva smiled,
shaking her hair, the movement mesmerizing and catching his eye. "I only
want to talk, Leo. I don't like the way things ended." She walked around
his glass coffee table, and skirted his leather armchair to stand in front of
him before he could regain his senses. She placed a hand on his shoulder.
    The lust he felt
moments ago for his mate dissipated at her touch, leaving only fury in its
wake. "Well, I didn't like you screwing other males."
    Verity pouted,
wrapping her arms around his neck. "Don't be that way. It meant nothing.
He had information, I needed it, and I did what I had to do to get it."
    Ah, the logic of a
faithless bitch. Was it any wonder he didn't trust women? The danger and
excitement of screwing around with a Dziva had worn off the moment he caught
her in bed, or should he say office desk with another