Batch (Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance) (Desired by a Dragon Book 2) by Terra Wolf, Hailey Storm
Authors: Terra Wolf, Hailey Storm
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M y head pounded as I bent forward to retrieve my clothes from the floor. I regretted having one too many shots of tequila last night. Sunlight burst through the mini blinds and forced my eyes to squint as my heartbeat pulsated behind them. I wasn’t sure what time it was, but I knew I had to go before Dylan woke up. I wasn’t the kind of girl who expected breakfast the next morning, and I also wasn’t the type who hung around to cuddle after sex either.
I couldn’t believe I’d fallen asleep. What the hell had I been thinking?
My fingertips brushed against the cool, silky fabric of my sundress as I reached for it on the floor. I held my breath and shifted to stare at Dylan as I climbed out of bed. When he didn’t stir, I released the breath I’d been holding and slipped my sundress over my head. I scanned the floor for my bra and panties. Once I found them, I picked them up and tiptoed toward the door. The sound of Dylan muttering in his sleep while I scooped my things off his kitchen counter had me reaching for my heels and bolting out the door.
Relief flooded me the second I was outside his apartment. He was sweet, and Lord knew he was sexy, but I didn’t feel the connection I’d been hoping for. I wanted to, but it just wasn’t there. Attraction and lust, yes, but nothing deeper.
I wanted something deeper. I craved it.
My bare feet padded down the wooden steps of Dylan’s apartment building as I headed for the parking lot. I crammed my panties and bra into my purse while trying to push my disappointment away. It wasn’t his fault, he’d been great. While there was an age difference between us, it didn’t seem to matter much because Dylan knew how to treat a woman. He was affectionate and damn good in the sack, but I was searching for an intense kind of chemistry. The kind that went beyond having a good orgasm.
I wanted what I’d felt with Batch.
The thought of my oldest brother’s best friend had my heart thumping hard and fast inside my chest. I paused at the base of the stairs as clips of the last time we’d been together flooded my mind. His steel gray eyes focused on me. The sting of whiskey clinging to his lips. The way his hands caressed my skin. The sensation of him inside me. My thighs quivered as I thought about how unexpected, albeit beautifully blissful, the moment between us had been. The sensation died down the instant the bitter sting of rejection from the morning after pushed its way through me. I’d wanted Batch to come with us when we fled—I wanted him to come with me —but he’d been adamant that he couldn’t.
So Batch had left in search of Vanessa, my oldest brother’s crazed ex-girlfriend. She was the reason my family and I had gone on the run. Vanessa was a hunter, the known enemy to all shifters, who had managed to hide what she was from all of us. I’d left with my brothers in search of a fresh start somewhere new.
For weeks I’d felt as though I was in mourning. Silas and Sebastian thought my depression had to do with being on the run from Vanessa, but that wasn’t it. It had nothing to do with her, and everything to do with Batch.
Something beautiful had sparked to life during the special night we’d shared, something I hadn’t been able to find again. Not with Dylan. Not with any man.
Batch had ruined me.
I pushed myself away from the banister and started across the parking lot to my car. After I slipped inside, I tossed my purse in the passenger seat and cranked the engine. The drive home wasn’t long. When I pulled up next to my brother’s vehicle and cut the engine, I glanced at our house, searching for any lights. None were on. I slumped against the seat of my car and released a slow breath of relief. Silas wasn’t awake yet. Thank God, because I couldn’t face him right now. My oldest brother was protective, and even though I was nearing twenty-three, he still didn’t like the idea of me dating. Also, reputations mattered greatly to him,
M y head pounded as I bent forward to retrieve my clothes from the floor. I regretted having one too many shots of tequila last night. Sunlight burst through the mini blinds and forced my eyes to squint as my heartbeat pulsated behind them. I wasn’t sure what time it was, but I knew I had to go before Dylan woke up. I wasn’t the kind of girl who expected breakfast the next morning, and I also wasn’t the type who hung around to cuddle after sex either.
I couldn’t believe I’d fallen asleep. What the hell had I been thinking?
My fingertips brushed against the cool, silky fabric of my sundress as I reached for it on the floor. I held my breath and shifted to stare at Dylan as I climbed out of bed. When he didn’t stir, I released the breath I’d been holding and slipped my sundress over my head. I scanned the floor for my bra and panties. Once I found them, I picked them up and tiptoed toward the door. The sound of Dylan muttering in his sleep while I scooped my things off his kitchen counter had me reaching for my heels and bolting out the door.
Relief flooded me the second I was outside his apartment. He was sweet, and Lord knew he was sexy, but I didn’t feel the connection I’d been hoping for. I wanted to, but it just wasn’t there. Attraction and lust, yes, but nothing deeper.
I wanted something deeper. I craved it.
My bare feet padded down the wooden steps of Dylan’s apartment building as I headed for the parking lot. I crammed my panties and bra into my purse while trying to push my disappointment away. It wasn’t his fault, he’d been great. While there was an age difference between us, it didn’t seem to matter much because Dylan knew how to treat a woman. He was affectionate and damn good in the sack, but I was searching for an intense kind of chemistry. The kind that went beyond having a good orgasm.
I wanted what I’d felt with Batch.
The thought of my oldest brother’s best friend had my heart thumping hard and fast inside my chest. I paused at the base of the stairs as clips of the last time we’d been together flooded my mind. His steel gray eyes focused on me. The sting of whiskey clinging to his lips. The way his hands caressed my skin. The sensation of him inside me. My thighs quivered as I thought about how unexpected, albeit beautifully blissful, the moment between us had been. The sensation died down the instant the bitter sting of rejection from the morning after pushed its way through me. I’d wanted Batch to come with us when we fled—I wanted him to come with me —but he’d been adamant that he couldn’t.
So Batch had left in search of Vanessa, my oldest brother’s crazed ex-girlfriend. She was the reason my family and I had gone on the run. Vanessa was a hunter, the known enemy to all shifters, who had managed to hide what she was from all of us. I’d left with my brothers in search of a fresh start somewhere new.
For weeks I’d felt as though I was in mourning. Silas and Sebastian thought my depression had to do with being on the run from Vanessa, but that wasn’t it. It had nothing to do with her, and everything to do with Batch.
Something beautiful had sparked to life during the special night we’d shared, something I hadn’t been able to find again. Not with Dylan. Not with any man.
Batch had ruined me.
I pushed myself away from the banister and started across the parking lot to my car. After I slipped inside, I tossed my purse in the passenger seat and cranked the engine. The drive home wasn’t long. When I pulled up next to my brother’s vehicle and cut the engine, I glanced at our house, searching for any lights. None were on. I slumped against the seat of my car and released a slow breath of relief. Silas wasn’t awake yet. Thank God, because I couldn’t face him right now. My oldest brother was protective, and even though I was nearing twenty-three, he still didn’t like the idea of me dating. Also, reputations mattered greatly to him,
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