Scent of Salvation (Chronicles of Eorthe #1) by Annie Nicholas

Author:Annie Nicholas [Annie Nicholas]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Published: 2013-07-30T04:00:00+00:00

The pounding of Susan’s heart filled her ears as Sorin’s gaze traveled along her body. He was just here for a bath.

Just a bath.

Reading into things, like his roaming eyes, would only lead to more misunderstandings between them, but all her fantasies came true when he had walked into the cave and dropped his leather kilt.

To her horror, she’d acted like a fifteen-year-old virgin. Where was the do-over button?

She accepted the box and opened it. Her jaw unhinged. With a tender stroke, she grazed the surface of his gift. “It’s beautiful.”

“It belonged to my mother.”

She shot him a look. “I can’t accept this.” An intricately carved, ivory comb sat lovingly upon a scrap of silk. Flowers dotted the spine and a vine traveled over the surface in swirls. The deep cuts had browned with age. “It’s too valuable, Sorin.”

He smiled. The same earth-shattering smile he’d given her the night in the kitchen, when he’d kissed her. “It’s the most valuable thing I own. My father carved it from bone for her as a mating present. It’s the only good thing he ever did. She cherished it.” He took the comb and tossed the empty box onto the shore.

Large muscles slipped under his skin as he moved with an unnatural grace. He slid behind her, like a predator circling his prey.

Her breath caught in her throat as she struggled to follow Sorin’s movements. The current of the water brushed her over-sensitive skin. “The hot spring is a nice asset for your den.” She didn’t know what to do with her freaking hands. Normally she’d stick them in her pockets. “Must be great to soak in during the winter months.”

He ran the comb through her hair, sending a shiver along her neck, over her shoulders then down her arms. She wanted to spin around and press her body against his but for all she knew this was pack etiquette—a grooming exercise. “I’ve been meaning to ask about Apisi history.”

“Hmm…” He swept all her hair off her shoulders.

Swallowing her gasp, she resisted the urge to cover her exposed, hard nipples. Come on, she’d been naked in front of men. Not many, and none anywhere near as sexy as Sorin. As alpha, he must have bedded all the single females in his pack. Some of them were drop-dead gorgeous.

“You’re very tense. Do you want me to stop?”

“N-no.” She ran her tongue over her teeth, searching for a drop of moisture. “How many other packs are there?”

“In this forest? A total of six packs make our tribe.”

“And there are other tribes?”

“Yes, all of them are west of here.” The tips of his fingers brushed the skin along her spine.

She jumped as if branded. “Sorry.” Stepping closer to him, Susan silently encouraged him to continue. Damn, she sucked at flirting. Either she read too much into a man’s actions or not enough.

Taking a deep breath, she turned and faced him. “Do you have a girlfriend—uh—a mate?” Her heart pounded so hard it hurt. She gathered all her courage to meet his gaze and not duck under the water to cover her bare breasts.

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