And if she didn’t get away from Charlie fast, she was going to do more than show a little skin.
Charlie sucked in a breath and tried to calm his addled mind. It was best to just get her home and out of his reach. She was putting off a new smell. So enticing it made him want to spread those creamy thighs she was suddenly squeezing together like her life depended on it, and eat. Ravenously just eat. He licked his lips almost as if he could taste her. We’re almost at her house… just hold your fucking breath.
Control was wavering again. If he let the last piece fall away anything could happen.
Guardian ring or not, he could not trust himself right now. And he could not be around someone that made him lose control so easily. Especially until he figured out what was happening during his nighttime blackouts; the ones where he woke up a little hazy and out of it, in strange places, wandering the streets naked...
He peered down at Eva, his face creased with thoughts that made no sense. He’d found her walking down the side of the road in a confused state dressed in nothing but a sweater than obviously did not belong to her.
His wisp of a memory… stark white hair… hadn’t there been someone in the memory with long white hair? He couldn’t remember clearly. He opened his mouth to say something, but words just wouldn’t come out.
Eva bit her lip and stared straight ahead. It was all she could do to keep her legs closed. Her thoughts locked up securely. And from turning around and begging Charlie to shove his mouth between her thighs…
Oh what the…
She gasped.
Oh God. No.
So much fucking no.
I’m acting like I have no choice, no control. Like I want to please him.
Like he’s my alpha. And I’m his bitch. Like I am submitting… to him!
Lockdown. She needed to go on complete lockdown.
She could not let this out, not right now. All thought and all emotions needed to just go away. She felt the lock slip back into place. It had almost shattered. She’d been so close to letting it all out and if she’d done that, she might as well pack up and leave the Isle right now. Her father’s plans would be ruined with no chance of success. And the Howard’s would hunt them down… and kill them.
Charlie finally pulled into her driveway, their silence now thick with tension. He came to a stop and before he could get out and help her, she hopped out. Without a word to him, she headed toward the front door of her summerhouse. Suddenly she spun around to face Charlie, her face blank.
“Thanks for the ride.” It held no emotion.
Eva turned and disappeared inside.
Charlie let out a breath. Had he actually been holding it? He sucked in some Eva free air and let it out slowly. He didn’t have any answers to what was happening to him. He only knew that for whatever reason, Eva Jordan was driving him and his wolf, into madness.
He turned the jeep around, heading back to finish the job he’d started out to do, thinking that while there, a dip into the frigid waters of the Atlantic might be just what the doctor ordered.
CHAPTER FOUR
Eva crept into the house, down the corridor and into to her bedroom where she gently shut the door. She didn’t know whether her father was home or not, was up or still in bed, but she didn’t want to face him.
She needed some time alone with her thoughts.
Sickening thoughts.
Ones her father did not need to know.
She leaned against the door for a minute, puffing out her cheeks, holding her breath. The needy ache in her core started to subside some. The lock on her thoughts started to break open. She released her breath in a heave and headed into her bathroom. Only to freeze when she caught a glimpse of herself in a full length mirror.
Who is this woman looking back at me? I don’t recognize her.
Her normally vibrant hair looked dull, almost gray instead of white.
“It’s just the lighting,” she whispered. “Or the leaves and mud.”
She couldn’t explain away the