Awakened (Eternal Guardians Book 8) by Elisabeth Naughton Read Free Book Online Page B

Damon’s own muscles tightened as she drew close. The scent of honeysuckle surrounded him, and the heat in his groin intensified, thickening his cock and leaving him hard and hot and achy in a way he hadn’t been in years.
    Her soft fingers landed against his thigh. Carefully, she untied the bandage and looked down. Tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, she tipped her head and muttered, “Hm. That’s strange.”
    Damon seriously hoped she wasn’t staring at his hard-on. Knew if she hadn’t noticed it yet, she would in a second. He continued to hold as still as possible.
    The pads of her fingers pressed all around the wound. A twinge shot through his skin, but it faded quickly beneath the warmth of her touch. The wound had already healed; he could feel it. There was probably nothing left but a thin red line.
    “You, Elysia,” she said as she lifted her fingers from his skin, “can now add healer to your list of attributes.”
    He almost burst out laughing at the way she was talking to herself, but bit his tongue to keep from giving himself away. Disappointment and relief swirled through him at the loss of her touch. But it was quickly overridden by the realization that she’d said her name.
    Siren recruits weren’t supposed to remember their names. They weren’t supposed to remember anything about their old lives.
    “So why aren’t you awake yet, Mr.—” She gasped and, seconds later, whispered, “Oh my.”
    And right then, Damon knew she’d spotted his hard-on.
    So much for feigning sleep.
    He held his breath and waited for her to call him out, but she didn’t. Long, silent seconds passed. Finally, she muttered, “Screw Siren training. Looks like I can already add seductress to that list.”
    The sexy little smile that curved her lips sent the blood rushing right back into Damon’s cock, and even though he knew he was supposed to be hightailing it back to Olympus right this second, he didn’t want to. He wanted to stay right here in this cave and figure out what it was about this recruit that fascinated him so.
    Because there was something special about her. Something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. And before he left her, he wanted—no, he needed —to know just what that was.

    T he sound of shuffling dragged Elysia out of a delicious dream. She’d been playing in the surf when a sexy sea god had risen up from the warm, waist-deep waters, drawn her into his strong arms, and consumed her with a hot and heavy kiss.
    She blinked several times, pushed up on her hands, and stilled. The shuffling sound that had awoken her wasn’t the wind or the waves. It was the brush that she’d piled in front of the cave’s opening last night being pushed aside.
    “Sorry.” The man she’d rescued from that manticore ducked under the overhang and stepped into the cave. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
    Slowly, she sat up and focused on the torn black pants that rode low on lean hips, exposing the carved V of his hipbones that drew her gaze down. To what he kept hidden underneath those pants. To what she’d watched come to life last night when she’d touched his leg.
    She swallowed hard and forced her gaze up, over cut abs and pecs, to strong sexy shoulders, and finally that stunning face. His features were the same chiseled angles and lines she’d studied last night, except this morning his eyes were open. And in the sunlight shining in through the cave’s opening she could see the color. Deep brown rimmed in a halo of gold. Spellbinding eyes. Hypnotic. Captivating.
    He laid a piece of bark on the sand in front of her, and set a bunch of bananas on top. “Not as impressive as whatever you cooked last night, but it should suffice for breakfast.”
    Elysia’s mouth went dry, not because he was awake and feeding her. Because he was the spitting image of the sea god she’d just been fantasizing about.
    She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, her stomach churning with both nerves and uncertainty.