Sinful Instincts (Woodland Creek)
adjoining wall of the kitchen. “She was mine! That’s who she was,” he hisses, trying to control his anger. “My life. He took her from me. And I will end him as he ended hers.”
    He has my legs now wrapped around his waist and as one palm cradles my backside; his free hand is roaming up my ribcage. “She had creamy pale skin, so soft to the touch. Just like you.” He continues his journey, making his way to my shoulder blade, wrapping his strong fingers around the back of my neck. “Her scent, it was so sweet, it could bring a man to his knees with just one smell,” he goes on, placing his nose in the crevice of my neck, inhaling a gust of air. “And her eyes, they were the colors of the sea. Just like yours.” His hand works its way into my hair, gripping tightly. “And this? This was so silky, I dreamt about the things I would do to her, wrapping her long locks around my fist while I fucked her so sweetly from behind. That’s who she was. She was beautiful—just like you.”
    He ends his explanation by crushing his mouth to mine. Without invitation, he plunges his tongue inside my mouth, sending an explosion of unexpected desire straight down my spine and ending at my now-aching sex. Before I even have a chance to reciprocate, he releases me and I fall to the ground. He throws himself backwards, looking disgusted with his actions. He strides back toward the table, tossing it; as I watch, it crashes into the counter. “You’re going to help me.” His words are dripping with fury. Without further conversation, he storms out of the kitchen.
    I stand stone-still until I hear the bathroom door slam shut. I finally release the breath I’ve been holding and slowly slide down the kitchen wall. What the mother fuck just happened? I ask myself over and over, trying to calm my racing heart. My skin still burns in the places where he touched me, and I brush my fingertips across my now-swollen lips. Two seconds longer and I was about to come undone in his arms. That’s all it took. But then he acted like I burned him by dropping me, a look of torment covering his face.
    The way he described her was somehow fascinating to me, but also sad. I felt like he was describing me and not his lost lover. The way his touching matched his lustful words. The way his eyes burned into mine, as if he was picturing me the whole time he described her. But then I remember his only goal and that’s to kill, and to use me as his decoy to do so.
    How the hell did I get myself into this messed-up situation? Then, of course, I remember and curse all to hell. “God, Scott. If I ever see you again, I am going to make you eat your balls,” I grumble to myself. I hear the shower turn on. Knowing there are no clean towels in the bathroom, I pull myself from the wall and make my way to the hallway. I might be living in a world with a panty-dropping fruitcake, but he still needs a clean towel. Deciding against opening the door and handing the clean towel to my new shifter roommate, I leave it by the door. I head back to my bedroom in hopes when I fall back into my bed, I will wake up in Arizona and this whole part of my life will be one big, bad dream.

Sin
    I’ve gone crazy. I know it. The images of Emma and the things I hunger to do to her are maddening. My body continues to hum and I’m not even near her, my jumbled thoughts compelling me to act on these cravings. I’ve never felt like this. The pull, the urge to take someone and make them completely mine. Not even with Gabriella. I slam my fists into the shower wall, shattering a few tiles. I watch them crack and fall to the ground as I lay my head on the wall, letting the frigid water fall over me. I tried to deny my needs. To push her away. Her voice just does something to me. Her stubbornness makes my cock rock-hard, and I want nothing more than to shut her up by taking that sweet little mouth of hers.
    She is my destiny. She is the one my body demands . The painful truth blares

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