Cursed by Rebecca Trynes Read Free Book Online

the shape of her body, the softness of her skin, the firm swell of her breasts, the pliant mounds of her ass. His fingers twitched with the need to feel the silky waves of her dark brown hair, but he kept them plastered to the wall as if his arms were the only force supporting the structure. To go down that road would surely lead to disaster for the both of them. More so for her.
    But it wasn’t her attractiveness or her tight body that was at the root of the cause for his normally unshakeable calm deserting him. He’d met a lot of beautiful women in his time and not one of them had ever been more than an itch he needed to scratch. No, it wasn’t her appearance that had him going from cool as a cucumber and about as emotional to a moment away from losing it.
    It was the way she smelled.
    He couldn’t believe how intoxicating her scent was. He’d been catching faint traces of it around the apartment since he’d arrived, but it was nothing compared to the source. He hadn’t meant to go predatory on her, but one hint of the full-strength sweet chocolaty aroma she gave off had brought the beast inside of him roaring to life.
    Staring into her vibrant blue eyes, he realised that she didn’t seem particularly terrified. Alert, yes; aroused, definitely. It was almost as if she wanted him to bite her.
    Silly girl.
    Inhaling again, he breathed her into his lungs, his teeth aching with the need to pierce her flesh and release the crimson flow of liquid that teased him so. He knew it would be as sweet as she smelled, and vampires were nothing if not sweet toothed. But the tasting of her wouldn’t be enough. He would drain her dry and then she would be no more.
    “Why do you smell so good?” he asked, angry now that she had awakened his desire and caused him to lose control.
    “Ah, it’s my perfume,” she offered with a half-smile.
    An evil chuckle escaped his throat, surprising and angering him further.
    Damn her!  If she hadn’t smelled so utterly intoxicating there wouldn’t have been a problem. Yes, he hadn’t fed in over a week and it was getting time that he needed to find someone, but he should have been a long way from reacting this uncontrollably.
    “You’re shaking,” he breathed, trying to delay the inevitable and wondering if she’d finally regained her senses enough to be afraid for her life.
    “Will it hurt?” she asked, bracing herself for the possibility.
    Maybe he should kill her. Just sink his fangs into her neck, drain her dry, and then sink back into the emotionless oblivion he had been living in for the past century.
    “Only for a minute,” he assured, giving in and committing himself to the tragedy.
    Running his tongue over the smooth flesh of her neck, he tasted just a hint of the sweetness he could smell in her veins. The woman shuddered but didn’t protest. He had to commend her for her bravery—or maybe he should be cursing her for her stupidity. She should be screaming and running for the door. But maybe it was better that she didn’t. The beast inside him loved a chase, and he didn’t want her to die terrified.
    The fact that he didn’t hear the door open was testimony to how far gone he was.
    “Heyyyy, Sienna. Are we interrupting?” an amused voice questioned.
    His head snapped towards the trio who had entered the apartment; a distant part of him recognised two of them as Knox and Lucas, but the beast within saw only a threat to its meal. As a deep growl erupted from his throat, he pressed into the female, protecting her with his body.
    Recognising the danger, Knox held his hands out to his companions and said in a gentle voice, “Easy, boys. Jacob, if that female means anything to you, I’d be really careful what you say and do right now.”
    “Another vampire?” the stranger asked, sounding somewhat resigned.
    “Yes.” In a much lower voice, so low Greyvian assumed Knox believed he couldn’t hear, the male cautioned, “But he’s dangerous to humans if you catch my