Eve of Darkness by S. J. Day Read Free Book Online

hormones in her body went haywire around him. She’d had heavy petting sessions that hadn’t made her this hot, and all she’d done was smell him.
    “This is bullshit, Eve,” Robert snapped. “We dated for months. You owe me.”
    Eve flipped him the bird and climbed onto the back of the bike, her arms wrapping around her mystery guy’s lean middle. He smelled spicy. Exotic. Delicious. She pressed her nose to his back and breathed him in. Unable to fight the temptation, she stroked her fingertips over his six-pack abs, shivering when tingles spread up her arms and pooled in her breasts, making them swell and ache.
    His hand slapped over hers, halting her explorations.
    “Hang on,” he growled.
    The hog rumbled to life and they roared off into the night.
      Eve jerked to consciousness.
    Desire burned through her veins. She writhed in torment, her head tossing, her limbs flailing, her breasts swollen with the need to be touched and caressed.
    The scent of lavender and vanilla filled her nostrils. Reality hit her hard enough to force the breath from her lungs.
    Her fabric softener. She turned her head and breathed in the smell. Clean sheets.
    She was home. Alone. It had all been a dream.
    “Alec . . . ?” She thrashed, her skin so hot and tight she felt as if it might split open.
    Her nipples were hard and aching again, but now the flesh between her legs was plump and slick, the brand on her arm burning. Throbbing.
    “Alec!” she cried again, with all the strength of a mewling kitten. Her mouth felt as if it were filled with cotton. Her body quaked with hunger and unable to do otherwise, she spread her legs wide and thrust her hand into the damp curls between her thighs. She’d never been so aroused in her life; the need for sex was more powerful than her need to breathe. Her other hand cupped a swollen breast, squeezing it, praying for relief from her sensual anguish and the goddamn heat. She felt like she was melting from the inside out.
    Through her panting breaths she heard the padding of bare feet upon her hardwood floors. The steady, confident stride was familiar and deeply comforting.
    Closer. Closer.
    The footsteps stopped abruptly in her bedroom doorway.
    “Alec.” Her fingers parted the tender folds of her sex, exposing her burning flesh to the fan’s soft breeze.
    “Christ,” he whispered, his voice a deep lustful rasp. “Have mercy.”
    She moved sinuously upon the cool satin sheets of her bed. Were they purple? Or would he be sentimental and choose the white? Much as she wanted to open her eyes and see, she couldn’t find the strength to lift her heavy lids.
    “Alec.” She pushed two fingers inside her, but it wasn’t enough to fill the emptiness. She was soaked, desperate. “What’s happening to me?”
    Her words left her on a sob, hot tears leaking out from the corners of her closed eyes. Her body was no longer her own; the sexual hunger was an alien force, clawing and biting her in its quest for freedom.
    Alec. It wanted Alec. And after a decade of starving, it wasn’t willing to wait a moment longer to have him.
    His breath hissed out between clenched teeth. She heard him step toward her, then the bed dipped slightly as he sat. His hot, open mouth pressed against her calf. “I knew what the Change would do to you.”
    As his tongue dipped behind her knee, her free hand left her breast and slid into his hair.
    His teeth nipped at her inner thigh and she gasped in surprise. “But I didn’t know what it would do to
me
.”
    Grasping her pumping wrist, he stilled her movements and pulled her hand free. She cried out when she felt his tongue licking her fingers, a rough sound of pure male satisfaction filling the air as he tasted her desire. Warm, wet heat engulfed her to the knuckles, then he was sucking in long deep pulls until there was nothing left to consume.
    “Damn it.” He lunged for the pulsing flesh between her legs, covering it with his open mouth. Eve jerked violently,