A Soul So Wicked by Sharie Kohler

Author:Sharie Kohler [Kohler, Sharie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Usernet, C429, Kat, Extratorrents
ISBN: 9781451611427
Publisher: Pocket
Published: 2012-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

FOURTEEN

Darius listened to the sound of Tresa’s movements. She’d returned to their room subdued. Avoiding his gaze, she’d gathered a few things and disappeared into the bathroom.

She took a long time in the shower, but he guessed most women did. Strange. He’d never thought of her like that. A woman with normal needs. Someone who took her time getting ready to go out. But now he knew, of course, that she was all too similar to mortal women. With vulnerabilities. Needs. Desires.

Now he couldn’t think of her any other way. As a woman with needs that matched his own.

A few years ago, he’d only wanted companionship. To find a mate to help fill the void, the emptiness. Another lycan like himself, who didn’t embrace the pack mentality.

He’d given up on that idea, having discovered it wasn’t that simple. A life cursed can never be easy and carefree.

Finding someone had been a fanciful notion. A fairy tale. His energies were better invested in trying to break his curse. For himself, his soul… for all mankind. As long as he existed like this, he was a danger.

The sound of the hair dryer died away, a sign, he hoped, that she would be out soon. He was eager to get going. He knew these college parties probably started late, but being alone with her in this hotel room wrecked him. At least so soon after that kiss. He could still taste her. His hands could still feel her…

Control was something he constantly struggled with, not just at the moonrise. His urges always ran strong. He told himself he just needed a little time to recover from that kiss with Tresa. He’d reclaim his control soon enough; he always did. Then the urge to have her—take her—wouldn’t burn through him like a maelstrom.

The thought of having her, parting her thighs and sinking himself inside her heat… It didn’t even disgust him anymore. And without that disgust, what was to keep him at arm’s length?

He groped for the once-held belief that she was evil.

He snorted and sank down onto the bed, dragging his hands through his hair. Hell, he didn’t believe that anymore. He couldn’t. And that was the problem.

He was finding it harder and harder to reconcile the Tresa of lore to the one before him. She honestly seemed to care about stopping this killer… stopping Balthazar.

But she had started the curse. All of this. She was responsible for so much misery.

He couldn’t forget that. He wouldn’t.

The door to the bathroom opened and she stepped out, looking sexy and smelling fresh, her scent heady and intoxicating. He closed his eyes in a pained blink, squeezing his hands into fists at his sides to stop himself from reaching for her.

He opened his eyes and struggled for indifference, cloaking it around himself as his gaze skimmed her slim legs encased in tight black leggings and knee-high heeled boots. She wore a soft-looking snug gray tunic sweater that subtly molded her curves and begged for his hand to caress.

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