A Wicked Good Witches Paranormal Romance Books 1-7 (Wicked Good Witches Seasons) by Starla Silver
Authors: Starla Silver
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moon. The smell of the earth under his feet. Of primal desire to run free and wild. The promise of the hunt. The reward of catching his prey… the white-haired woman caught between him and the cave wall.
In movement Charlie did not recall he’d jammed his body against her, pinning Eva between him and the wall. A distant shout in his head asked him what the hell he was thinking, but that human voice trailed off when she let out a catch of breath over the unexpected act.
Not a frightened one.
She did not try to stop him.
He didn’t question. Only needed more.
Lips brushed down her neck; instead of pushing him away, Eva lifted her chin giving him deeper access, encouraging him to taste her. To smell her.
Why isn’t she fighting me? The human thought in Charlie’s mind dissolved into not caring about the answer. Words would not formulate. His mouth unable to make the right movements to create speech. His legs went soft, feet stumbling, body acting drunk. To balance himself he wrapped his left arm around Eva’s waist, his right palm braced on the cave wall over her head. He towered over her, coming in at six-foot-three with a frame broad enough to hide her petite size from anyone.
So easily, he could overpower her. She’d never get away.
His hand splayed and tightened against her back. He could not force himself to let go. If he let go he’d lose the delicious intoxication. Never have it again.
Part of him panicked. That small human part of him struggling to remain coherent and make sense of all this. But every time the human side threatened to resurface the intoxicating smell fed into him, goading the wolf. Stoking its wild urges.
Eva’s gaze radiated amusement over Charlie’s sudden inability to speak or move correctly. But she didn’t pull away. And didn’t act surprised by his behavior. Her reactions welcomed him in. Encouraged him.
“Are you okay, Charlie?” she whispered with such innocent lechery it pulled him in even more. It took every ounce of willpower to stop himself from picking her up, slamming her against the cave wall, and taking her. Blood surged to his groin, making him hard as the rock behind them. He needed her to feel what she was doing to him, and pushed himself into her.
Eva sucked her lip, swallowing the moan threatening to slip out. But the quiver in her body gave her away. A quiver that sent his frayed control slipping. As far as his wolf was concerned she was free for the taking. So many carnal pleasures… his breaths got thicker. The hair on his face standing to attention, darkening. Silver blazing in his eyes.
This woman had no idea what she was inviting in. Eva might think it a frenzied one night stand in the making… or maybe she just had a fetish for supernatural beings.
Somewhere deep in Charlie’s human mind, he shouted for himself to stop. Begging for some measure of control over the wolf. A snarl built in his throat… a sudden overwhelming need to sink his teeth into her porcelain flesh… to claim her. To bite. To tear into his skin… to hurt her.
Then it vanished.
The sudden intoxication lifted.
Just… gone.
Clarity coming back to Charlie’s befuddled brain.
His human face and mind returned, the wolf receding back into its hiding place.
He stepped back, although clumsily tripping as he did so. Distressed eyes narrowed in on Eva Jordan, Charlie a bundle of confusion and embarrassment.
Michael rejoined them from his lookout duties with a grimace.
Seriously?
Charlie goes from not noticing scantily clad women bouncing around the ferry to practically jumping a total stranger, just a few feet away from me.
Nice… yeah, um, not !
“Sorry,” was all Charlie could muster as he turned away from Eva. His mind repeating a steady line of expletives… there was no logical explanation for what just happened. It made no sense whatsoever.
“We all good?” Michael aimed at Charlie in a disgruntled whisper.
Charlie nodded, his memories a hazy mess. He did
In movement Charlie did not recall he’d jammed his body against her, pinning Eva between him and the wall. A distant shout in his head asked him what the hell he was thinking, but that human voice trailed off when she let out a catch of breath over the unexpected act.
Not a frightened one.
She did not try to stop him.
He didn’t question. Only needed more.
Lips brushed down her neck; instead of pushing him away, Eva lifted her chin giving him deeper access, encouraging him to taste her. To smell her.
Why isn’t she fighting me? The human thought in Charlie’s mind dissolved into not caring about the answer. Words would not formulate. His mouth unable to make the right movements to create speech. His legs went soft, feet stumbling, body acting drunk. To balance himself he wrapped his left arm around Eva’s waist, his right palm braced on the cave wall over her head. He towered over her, coming in at six-foot-three with a frame broad enough to hide her petite size from anyone.
So easily, he could overpower her. She’d never get away.
His hand splayed and tightened against her back. He could not force himself to let go. If he let go he’d lose the delicious intoxication. Never have it again.
Part of him panicked. That small human part of him struggling to remain coherent and make sense of all this. But every time the human side threatened to resurface the intoxicating smell fed into him, goading the wolf. Stoking its wild urges.
Eva’s gaze radiated amusement over Charlie’s sudden inability to speak or move correctly. But she didn’t pull away. And didn’t act surprised by his behavior. Her reactions welcomed him in. Encouraged him.
“Are you okay, Charlie?” she whispered with such innocent lechery it pulled him in even more. It took every ounce of willpower to stop himself from picking her up, slamming her against the cave wall, and taking her. Blood surged to his groin, making him hard as the rock behind them. He needed her to feel what she was doing to him, and pushed himself into her.
Eva sucked her lip, swallowing the moan threatening to slip out. But the quiver in her body gave her away. A quiver that sent his frayed control slipping. As far as his wolf was concerned she was free for the taking. So many carnal pleasures… his breaths got thicker. The hair on his face standing to attention, darkening. Silver blazing in his eyes.
This woman had no idea what she was inviting in. Eva might think it a frenzied one night stand in the making… or maybe she just had a fetish for supernatural beings.
Somewhere deep in Charlie’s human mind, he shouted for himself to stop. Begging for some measure of control over the wolf. A snarl built in his throat… a sudden overwhelming need to sink his teeth into her porcelain flesh… to claim her. To bite. To tear into his skin… to hurt her.
Then it vanished.
The sudden intoxication lifted.
Just… gone.
Clarity coming back to Charlie’s befuddled brain.
His human face and mind returned, the wolf receding back into its hiding place.
He stepped back, although clumsily tripping as he did so. Distressed eyes narrowed in on Eva Jordan, Charlie a bundle of confusion and embarrassment.
Michael rejoined them from his lookout duties with a grimace.
Seriously?
Charlie goes from not noticing scantily clad women bouncing around the ferry to practically jumping a total stranger, just a few feet away from me.
Nice… yeah, um, not !
“Sorry,” was all Charlie could muster as he turned away from Eva. His mind repeating a steady line of expletives… there was no logical explanation for what just happened. It made no sense whatsoever.
“We all good?” Michael aimed at Charlie in a disgruntled whisper.
Charlie nodded, his memories a hazy mess. He did
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