A Wicked Hunger (Creatures of Darkness 1) by Kiersten Fay Read Free Book Online Page A

for the sponge again.
    “Look at me,” he commanded in a light tone.
    She did so without really meaning to meet his gaze, but his grey irises captured hers. A lump formed in her throat. Was it her imagination, or did he appear turned on?
    To escape from his stare, she dropped her eyes to his mouth. Not a much better idea, but at least she didn’t feel like he had full access to her increasingly disturbing thoughts.
    He curled his finger under her chin and moved her head to the side, then ran the soft sponge along the line of her jaw and down her neck. She closed her eyes and shuddered. Why did that feel so hedonic?
    “Mason?” S he sounded breathy and a little rough.
    He froze.
    “Please stop…I…” She didn’t know what kind of explanation she could give him. Her skin seemed hypersensitive to every nuance of his touch. Even the air, disturbed by the slightest of movements, seemed to brush her flesh like a caress. She shivered again. The thrumming that had started in her lower half was now a banging pulse that raced through her veins in a fiery rush. She needed to get her body under control.
    “Right,” he said, his voice more guttural than before. “You should be able to finish up.” He handed her the sponge and stood. “There’s a night shirt for you to change into in a bag out there. I need to run out for a little bit. Don’t leave this room, and don’t open the door for anyone. I’ll leave my number by the phone if you need me for anything, but I shouldn’t be long.”
    “Um, alright.”
    He left, closing the bathroom door behind him. She didn’t fully relax till she heard the motel room door open and close.
    A pent-up breath left her in a rush.
     

     
    Chapter 4

     
     
     
    Cora peeled off what was left of her outfit to finish bathing properly. By the time she was done, the water was stained pink by her blood. After stepping out, she pulled the drain, wrapped herself in a towel, and then glanced at herself in the mirror for the first time tonight.
    Just above her temple, a rough hook-shaped scar ran into her hairline. To her surprise, it already looked as though it was few months old. There were other, smaller marks, almost like splatters, that marred her skin just around her eye, undoubtedly where the glass had embedded into her flesh.
    She couldn’t remember most of the accident. She hadn’t even seen the guy who hit them. But there was no way it was a coincidence. No doubt, whoever it was had hoped the crash would kill her. They couldn’t have hoped to kill Mace. Taking a vamp’s life was much more difficult than that. Witnessing Edgar’s death had been a frightening experience to say the least.
    So, all in all, one thing was certain: Her life was in danger, and as crazy as it sounded to her, a vampire—the thing she always thought she feared more than death—might be the only thing keeping her from it.
    Outside the bathroom, she found the cheap, plain white gift-shop shirt in a bag on the chair and put it on. It was an XL, which hung to her knees. She searched the bottom of the bag, saddened to find no clean panties, or any other garments for that matter. The only pair of underwear she had were drenched from the bathwater. She decided to let them dry on the towel bar in the bathroom, then slipped under the covers of the king-sized bed.
    That thrumming that had started with Mason’s touch had not yet dissipated. In fact, it seemed to be growing worse. The soft synthetic-cotton shirt whispered over her breasts, kissing the taut skin of her nipples, making them bud into tender nubs. The sheet glided over her legs like silk rubbing against silk.
    Against her will, unwanted, impossibly urgent, and undeniably carnal desire pooled between her legs.
    A panicky whimper rushed past her lungs. She reached under the hem of her shirt to alleviate the pressure, but it soon became clear there would be no end to this torture.
    She’d felt physical need before, but nothing like this. It was as if