The Moon, the Madness, and the Magic by Eliza March Read Free Book Online Page B

use an unconventional release. One without the worry of the cost to either parties. For some reason, this didn’t feel like it came without consequences.
    His hands fisted at his side, garnering control.
    After not being able to find the blonde last night, Rourke had sulked while Dane had taken full advantage of the local benefits. Now, he could certainly think of a few hundred needs he wanted to fulfill with this woman. Where had she gone? Who had Celeste been with while he’d looked for her in the lounge and on the deck?
    Unwarranted jealousy needled him. He reluctantly admitted, if only to himself, as strange as it seemed, he’d somehow sensed her presence, even though only briefly last night. Something about her seemed familiar to him when they’d made eye contact.
    “Maybe I’ll see you later,” she said.
    Then she turned and waved good-bye, and Rourke’s heart lurched in his chest, wounded, as if he’d lost something or someone. He shook his head, trying to toss off the weird emotions he experienced as she went back inside her suite.
    When he finally stopped staring at the door, he noticed Dane looking at him like he had two heads. He wiped the sweat off his brow with his forearm before he admitted, “I need a shower. A cold one.”
    The breeze swirled around him, and curiously, instead of losing control, he gathered it to him. Almost as quickly as his aggression peaked, he felt it drain out of him. The anger and the pointed jealousy affecting him dwindled as the scent of grassy meadows mixed with the unique fragrance of the woman. Then a different awareness touched him. An incredible sensation stirred him. Something he would never admit or consciously identify—a trace of enchantment—filled him. All his hostility calmed, dissolving on the breeze.
    Peace may have replaced the hostility, but then he recalled the throbbing ache in his cock. Nothing replaced the lust.
    “You’d better shave. All that bristle is going to leave a rash on the tender skin between her thighs. That would be a shame, a real shame.” Dane sounded wistful. “Are you sure you don’t want to sha—”
    “Don’t go there. We were having enough problems with that the last time.”
    “Touching your cock was an accident, dammit.”
    “Fine. Then forget it. I’m just not ready to go there again right now.” Rourke tossed his racket to the side. Shave? He ran a hand over his chin. He’d already shaved this morning. The muscles in his shoulders tightened when he felt the day’s growth after only two hours.
    Guess he needed a new razor. He shrugged, trying unsuccessfully to loosen up. “The hell with the cold shower. I think I’ll go get out a few kinks in the hot tub.” Maybe the circulation would relax some of the tension out of his muscles and relieve the concerns jackhammering in his head.
    Rourke walked back to his room, thinking over what had brought him here. Nights filled with strange images, terrifying nightmares, blood. He wasn’t sleeping well. His appetite was off.
    Off? Uh, not off. It was more like downright bizarre.
    And his appetites had changed in everything from food to sex. His sexual preferences had always leaned towards sex on the controlling end of rough. Without any doubt, he had strong dominant tendencies. Lately, he was coming up with more and more controlling ideas. To make matters worse, suddenly, the normal boundaries of dating and sex had become too stifling for his needs.
    His new inclinations bordered on being downright creepy. He’d wanted to bite the hot marketing VP while he’d been plowing into her from behind two weeks ago. He’d gone so far as to nip her before she’d told him to lay off the tooth action.
    During the next ménage encounter, Dane had seemed different. Since he’d brushed against Rourke’s cock, some wild inner beast in Rourke wanted to make him submit, make Dane take Rourke’s cock down his throat, and then he’d seen Dane’s eyes actually look at his cock with