Cursed by Rebecca Trynes Page B

just a cover for the aggressive beast that lay beneath the surface? Or should she say, the sexy beast—the one who had pushed her up against the wall and ground his erection into her belly. The memory sent a small shiver of desire through her body. Every woman should have that experience at least once in her life. She’d never felt more alive than at that moment. Of course, not just any man could have pulled that off. There definitely had to be some chemistry happening or it was just some creep on an ego trip.
    Glancing sideways at Greyvian, she couldn’t help that her eyes lingered on his perfectly formed, soft lips. She well remembered the feel of them brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck and wanted desperately to feel them once again. She didn’t see that happening anytime soon, however, as he was back to doing his cardboard cut-out impersonation. No emotion touched his face as he sat beside her. So silent. So still. His eyes staring straight ahead at who-knew-what, once again an unmoving statue without a nano-second of fidgeting to put to his name.
    Or perhaps he was less a statue, and more a coiled Cobra waiting to strike. Even as he sat there, motionless, expressionless, there was an intensity to his presence that made him impossible to ignore. He was the giant white elephant in the room. Even Knox and Lucas seemed to feel it, if the constant glances thrown his way were any indication.
    Not that she was really paying that much attention to Knox and Lucas. Most of her attention was focused on Greyvian.
    On her next glance, her eyes were drawn to his dark hair. Long at the fringe and short in the back, it had a gloss to it that many a female would have given anything for and the style suited him to perfection. Oh, who was she kidding? He could probably have a mullet and she’d think it looked good on him.
    She really had it bad. Giddy, obsessive schoolgirl wasn’t generally her style, but there was just something about Greyvian that lowered her IQ about thirty points. She had a vague thought that perhaps she’d read something about that happening in the presence of attractive people. If so, then she could definitely vouch for the accuracy of the information.
    On her next inspection, she focused on his jaw. Strong and chiselled, it was covered with a uniform sprinkling of dark hair, a five o’clock shadow that made her fingers itch with the need to feel whether it was rough or soft to the touch. From experience she expected rough, but it would be her pleasure to test the theory.
    With a mental shake of her head, she tried to lift herself out of her inner lust-fest by trying, once again, to find a rational reason as to why she should be attracted to Greyvian when he looked almost exactly like Jacob (whom she had no romantic feelings for whatsoever). She just kept coming back to the same conclusion, however. It had to be something more than physical appearance that had her so hot and bothered over the guy. Surely it wasn’t just that he was a dangerous vampire capable of ending her life on a whim?
    She couldn’t be that sad, could she?
    But she had to be, because she’d barely spoken to the male, yet here she was, practically salivating on the guy. The fact that she wanted to ask him a million questions about his life was small consolation, but at least it meant she didn’t just want to get physical with the male because of his sex appeal.
    Not that there was anything wrong with that.
    She opened her mouth to ask him what part of town he lived in at the same time as his head turned towards her slowly, his eyes dark and brooding. He didn’t say anything, just looked at her as if daring her to talk to him.
    Damn, he was intense. She had never met anyone like him before. As her question stuck in her throat, she could only return his dark gaze. Suddenly she was transported back in time to when he’d had her pressed against the wall, his teeth against her throat and his erection pressed against her,