A Wicked Good Witches Paranormal Romance Books 1-7 (Wicked Good Witches Seasons) by Starla Silver Page A
Authors: Starla Silver
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recall the last thing raging around his mind before it ended… his wolf. Hungry. Wanting to play. And by play it wanted to devour Eva. Pretty much literally. As in, I’d like to sink my teeth into your flesh and rip off your skin. All the lust had tunneled into this one thought. Devour all of her.
Where the hell does such a sadistic idea even come from?
Who the hell is this woman?
The desire to bite was one thing. A normal thing for his wolf to desire.
This need was much different. Much more dangerous. This was a need to inflict pain. For no other reason than he could.
Charlie was never so glad that he avoided dating humans. They were so fragile. He was dangerous. Possibly deadly if his wolf ever bit someone, and at the least, permanently life altering if he passed his curse onto someone else.
Just now though, his wolf had wanted so much more. Thank God it stopped before it was too late. He needed to be done with this cave job and get away from this vexing white-haired jezebel, as far away as the island would allow.
Why would he react to her like this?
No, not him… his wolf . It was his wolf that craved her. Not him.
It was a smell, he recalled. An intoxicating smell had set it off.
So the solution is easy. After we get out of this cave, I never get close to her again.
Problem. Fucking. Solved.
And as much as he wanted away from her, he could not imagine what she was thinking right now. Being jumped by a total stranger. Hell, he might as well have tried to attack her. So many wrongs about this situation!
He stepped up beside his brother, having difficulty focusing. His breathing uneasy.
“What the hell was that all about?” mouthed Michael. He held up his arm. “Rhetorical question. Can feel it, remember?” And he was super freaking happy about it.
Charlie wasn’t thrilled either, and wondered just how much of that Michael had picked up on. Sometimes, having an empath for a brother was a pain in the ass. It could come in handy, but at times like these... “I have no idea what that was.” Charlie shook his head. “Let’s just focus on what’s ahead. Please. ”
Michael’s empathy picked up on the fact that Charlie was no longer in turned on mode, but completely freaked out mode. Something about what just happened had him teetering on a precarious edge.
They didn’t have time to deal with it now.
Eva joined them.
Charlie ignored her, keeping his focus on the voices ahead in the cave and not her reaction to the despicable thing he’d just done, overwhelmed by a need to control the situation.
The smell was at least gone. Thank. All. That’s. Holy.
“I think it’s time to crash this party.” Charlie narrowed his gaze, concentrating on the job.
“Yeah, let’s,” agreed Michael.
The brothers wasted no time, rushing forward, only to freeze in their tracks once out in the open. Horrified disgust washed over their faces.
Eva came up behind them. “What. The Hell. Are. Those?” she choked.
Michael tried to answer. “Those are the sickest… most disgusting…” he was cut off by Charlie.
“Sea Hag!”
“A what?” Eva shouted, her eyes bulging.
The brothers did not reply to her question.
Michael stretched out his right hand, his palm facing the Sea Hag.
The Hag turned to face Charlie and Eva, hissing at them through jagged teeth. Her eyes were a milky white and her skin, scaly, and covered in a thin layer of greenish slime.
Eva stayed hidden behind Charlie. Apparently, he hadn’t scared her enough to make her fear him and she looked all too eager to let him protect her. He almost laughed when he saw her face. She may have known about the supernatural, but she had never seen anything like a Sea Hag. The humor of the moment shook off whatever fucked-upness had just happened between them, and helped him refocus on the task.
He was Charlie Howard. Not a werewolf. And he was in control of his actions… he’d figure out some way to explain, and apologize. And hope she
Where the hell does such a sadistic idea even come from?
Who the hell is this woman?
The desire to bite was one thing. A normal thing for his wolf to desire.
This need was much different. Much more dangerous. This was a need to inflict pain. For no other reason than he could.
Charlie was never so glad that he avoided dating humans. They were so fragile. He was dangerous. Possibly deadly if his wolf ever bit someone, and at the least, permanently life altering if he passed his curse onto someone else.
Just now though, his wolf had wanted so much more. Thank God it stopped before it was too late. He needed to be done with this cave job and get away from this vexing white-haired jezebel, as far away as the island would allow.
Why would he react to her like this?
No, not him… his wolf . It was his wolf that craved her. Not him.
It was a smell, he recalled. An intoxicating smell had set it off.
So the solution is easy. After we get out of this cave, I never get close to her again.
Problem. Fucking. Solved.
And as much as he wanted away from her, he could not imagine what she was thinking right now. Being jumped by a total stranger. Hell, he might as well have tried to attack her. So many wrongs about this situation!
He stepped up beside his brother, having difficulty focusing. His breathing uneasy.
“What the hell was that all about?” mouthed Michael. He held up his arm. “Rhetorical question. Can feel it, remember?” And he was super freaking happy about it.
Charlie wasn’t thrilled either, and wondered just how much of that Michael had picked up on. Sometimes, having an empath for a brother was a pain in the ass. It could come in handy, but at times like these... “I have no idea what that was.” Charlie shook his head. “Let’s just focus on what’s ahead. Please. ”
Michael’s empathy picked up on the fact that Charlie was no longer in turned on mode, but completely freaked out mode. Something about what just happened had him teetering on a precarious edge.
They didn’t have time to deal with it now.
Eva joined them.
Charlie ignored her, keeping his focus on the voices ahead in the cave and not her reaction to the despicable thing he’d just done, overwhelmed by a need to control the situation.
The smell was at least gone. Thank. All. That’s. Holy.
“I think it’s time to crash this party.” Charlie narrowed his gaze, concentrating on the job.
“Yeah, let’s,” agreed Michael.
The brothers wasted no time, rushing forward, only to freeze in their tracks once out in the open. Horrified disgust washed over their faces.
Eva came up behind them. “What. The Hell. Are. Those?” she choked.
Michael tried to answer. “Those are the sickest… most disgusting…” he was cut off by Charlie.
“Sea Hag!”
“A what?” Eva shouted, her eyes bulging.
The brothers did not reply to her question.
Michael stretched out his right hand, his palm facing the Sea Hag.
The Hag turned to face Charlie and Eva, hissing at them through jagged teeth. Her eyes were a milky white and her skin, scaly, and covered in a thin layer of greenish slime.
Eva stayed hidden behind Charlie. Apparently, he hadn’t scared her enough to make her fear him and she looked all too eager to let him protect her. He almost laughed when he saw her face. She may have known about the supernatural, but she had never seen anything like a Sea Hag. The humor of the moment shook off whatever fucked-upness had just happened between them, and helped him refocus on the task.
He was Charlie Howard. Not a werewolf. And he was in control of his actions… he’d figure out some way to explain, and apologize. And hope she
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