His Wicked Touch by Kenner J

Author:Kenner, J. [Kenner, J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Paranormal, Romance, Fantasy, Suspense
ISBN: 9781949925432
Amazon: B07QRVQKBY
Goodreads: 45151109
Publisher: Martini & Olive
Published: 2017-08-01T07:00:00+00:00

"The lady will be moving in with us." Luc sat at the table, his fingertip idly tracing the rim of his iced tea glass.

"She is amenable?" Martin looked up from where he'd been fussing nearby.

Luc avoided the butler's curious glance. "She doesn't know yet. I'm taking her out tonight, and I intend to be extremely persuasive." Martin didn't even blink, simply moved closer, the crystal pitcher in his hand. "More tea?"

"Dammit, Martin, it's the only way."

"I don't recall arguing, sir."

Luc stabbed at a piece of andouille sausage. "The hell you didn't."

"You seem put out, sir."

"I'm not put out. I'm frustrated. It's entirely different."

"Of course, sir."

"I swear, Martin, if you call me sir once more..."

"I understand ... Luc."

Luc pushed back from the table and tossed his napkin on the chair. "I'm out of here."

"May I ask where you're going?"

"I'm going to go get the girl," he said, feeling like a total prick even as he said the words. He headed to the garage. Caitlyn deserved to be romanced and seduced, but he needed her to be available when the change approached.

More than that, he needed the sex to be wild. Feral.

A violent coupling to stave off even more violence.

The most vicious of circles, and he was perpetuating it.

His gut ate at him, a tinge of humanity coloring the instincts that drove him. He moved silently through the garage and slid behind the seat of his Porsche, then fired the engine. The garage door was still down, and for a moment, he just sat there.

So easy.

It would be so easy to end the suffering. His own.

His victims.

No.

He'd found his cure. He'd found Caitlyn. He could have her. He could have a life. With her.

He’d claim her now because he had to. But later, he'd give her as much romance as possible because he wanted to. She intrigued and aroused him. Fascinated him. Nature—or whatever perversion of nature had created him—had selected the perfect mate. The only flaw was that it was too much, too soon. He’d taken a headlong dive into passion and need. But Caitlyn…

He’d given her no time.

No.

The curse had given her no time.

Horrible and unfair, but he couldn’t wait. Couldn’t romance her and gently seduce her. He needed her now. Needed them to be together right now.

The situation was far from perfect, but it was the only softball nature had thrown at him, and he intended to take it. Besides, Luc had seen enough of this world to know that very little was ever perfect.

He steeled himself, seeking strength. Then he lifted his hand to the visor and pressed the button to open the garage door. The mechanism kicked in, raising the door and letting the late-afternoon sun filter into the space.

Eerie shadows danced on the walls, but Luc ignored them. Shadows didn't disturb him. The only monster that mattered already lived in him.

With a violence born of frustration, he slammed the car into reverse and peeled out, leaving rubber scorch marks on the polished concrete and the pale asphalt driveway.

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