Free Zurlo, Michele - Torment [Daughters of Circe 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Michele Zurlo

chest and positioned the other over the thatch of hair hiding her pussy.
    He threw a robe to her. It was coarse, thick, and black, and it rubbed against her skin, but she had it on with a quick flourish. Somehow, it fit perfectly.
    “Did I catch you at a bad time? It’s easiest for me to call you when you’re relaxed.” Caiden’s knowing smile revealed he already knew the answer.
    “Call me?” Torrey looked around at the vast nothingness lit by the hazy glow. “You’re doing this?”
    “I assure you, Daughter of Circe, you do not yet have the skill to do something like this. Soon.” He came closer and lifted a hand. Gentle fingers tilted her face to his. “I chose well. You are every bit as beautiful as your mother. How is Hillary?”
    Torrey was blunt. “She’s dying. She has cancer.”
    Caiden’s grief was genuine, but he wasn’t surprised. “I sensed the sickness in her long ago. There was nothing I could do to save her, Torrey. There is nothing you could have done. I gave you as many years with her as I could.”
    If there had been a chair nearby, Torrey would have sunk into it. Caiden knew. He knew everything. “How?” She had no need to elaborate on her question because he knew .
    This time, Caiden’s smile was poignant. “Because you require me to know.”
    She tilted her head to the side, wondering what that could possibly mean. Caiden didn’t seem inclined to enlighten her. He seemed to enjoy her state of ignorance.
    “What is this ‘Daughter of Circe’ thing?” She opted not to mention she planned to be the main attraction at a werewolf ritualistic sacrifice. Likely Caiden already knew.
    He shook his head. “We’ll save that for later, after your wolf helps unleash your powers.”
    There were so many questions she wanted to ask, but she somehow knew her time with Caiden was short. “Why did you call me?”
    “Remove the medicine from your mother’s body, Torrey. It’s time to let her go.” His brown eyes were soft and sad. “Then go with your wolf. He will teach you, Torrey. You are his Hope.”
    Remove the medicine? How? Torrey opened her mouth to ask, to protest the directive, but Caiden was gone. She was home, lying on her bed next to Shade. The black garment Caiden gave her still enveloped her body.
    Shade’s legs were tangled in hers, and he was sound asleep. He slept facing her, on top of the covers, where he crashed after having sex, completely naked. Trapped in the urgency of his need, he hadn’t given her a chance to study his body.
    The black cotton shirt and the light denim jeans he’d been wearing hid nothing of his physique. Naked, he was just as long and just as powerfully built. Only the textures were different. Torrey knew the firmness of his hands on her body, and she knew the softness of his cock in her hand. She knew the strong male texture of his shoulders and chest, but that was all. He hadn’t allowed her time to explore his body.
    Though he had given her many orgasms, what he did was all about filling his needs. He had fucked her, purely and simply. Torrey wanted to return the favor, to touch him, to taste him, to ride him until they both passed out.
    Unfortunately, she only had twenty minutes to make it downtown to her job at the main branch of the Emerson Library.
    He didn’t move when she extricated her legs, and nothing in him flickered as she moved around the room, dressing for work. Not knowing what to do with the unexpected robe, she shoved it in her backpack and took it with her.
    She was only ten minutes late, and that was because her car was still in Rick’s parking lot, four hours away, forcing her to take the bus. Nobody noticed. Her shift was a short one, only three hours, too short to be allotted a break. With her mind preoccupied on how she might remove the medicine Seth gave her from her mother’s body, the time flew.
    Afterward, she walked to the hospital. Frank wasn’t in the room with her mother when she arrived. Hillary Quinn was