Free Eden's Charms by Jaclyn Tracey Page A

feelings she had no words for, only deep seeded desires. She wanted him to leave her breathless, exhausted under him. She needed his warm flesh against hers hard and fast. Savanah looked at Ethan and for a minute panicked he’d been able to read her mind. She broke out in a cool mist. Crap, I inhaled my own freaking concoction.
    Ethan stared at Savanah, tongue flopped over the side of his mouth, with lethal picturesque choppers showing through.
    “You’re drooling, Mr. Kitt.” Savanah pointed to his lips. “Quite the set of dents you’ve got there.” The second the words rolled from her lips, she knew somehow he’d take full advantage of the opportunity.
    “All the better to eat you with, my dear.” His tail wagged in the dirt leaving him in a smutty cloud.
    Rancor saturated Jovan’s voice. “Why is that thing still breathing?”
    Smothered by her mother’s tenor, Savanah’s saucy dream ended up watered down. Her mother was piping hot.
    André answered, “We were waiting for you, Cherié.”
    “Hold up a second.” Ethan barked. “Are you really going to kill me?”
    Everyone answered a collective, “Yes.”
    “If I talk?”
    “Yes.” Jovan hissed.
    “Probably.” Julian weighed his hands like a balanced scale.
    “If I give you names and places?”
    “We’ll see.” André.
    “What do you want?”
    You, once you lose the mangy fur. Savanah eyed Ethan as if he were a one hundred-eighty pound chunk of eye-candy made to order just for her. Oh! I’m in trouble .
    Yes, you are! Ethan’s gaze began with her feet and worked his way very slowly up every delicious, lip-smacking inch of her body, as he took in everything the woman had to offer him. When his eyes rested on hers he smiled, still in the form of a wolf, but he smiled all teeth and tongue. Yeah baby, I’m the big bad wolf, all right. And I am going to eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Dessert, however, is on me.
    Savanah’s eyes went wide. She stumbled and covered her ears. Ethan did a double take hoping it was coincidence and that the woman couldn’t read his thoughts even as he read hers without conscientiously realizing it.
    “The truth, Ethan.”
    Julian’s stern voice nearly gave Ethan whiplash as he spun his head toward the man. “The man that sent me after the baby is Xier, or the Maestro known by others. His son said some unstable chic, Raven, had his grandson two days ago, and he wants it. Xanti Sinclair claims he and his brother Xavier had a child.” With the mention of that name Ethan watched this family unravel. Purposefully, he said, “ S-i-n-c-l-a-i-r ,” again, slowly, spelling it just to see if the same reaction happened.
    Jovan choked. André held his arm up on one of the stables doors to steady himself and Julian, Mr. Rock of Gibraltar, landed squarely on his righteous rump.
    Savanah ran to her mother’s side. “Uncle Lucian beheaded that bastard. There was no way the guy had a kid. One century ago the science and technology wasn’t born.”
    “Seems I’ve hit a nerve or two.” Ethan bucked up.
    Getting back on his feet, Julian asked, “What makes Xanti think Raven had a baby?”
    “I’m just the messenger. I don’t even know what she looks like. Xanti told me to look for Sleeping Beauty. Lot of help there.”
    “Then turn around and feast your eyes, Mister.” Raven strut into the stables wearing dark sunglasses, skintight leather pants showing off long lean legs and three-inch heeled black boots. Her hair was done in a French braid. She avoided all the eyes except Ethan’s. One glance at him, her jaw dropped. Raven faced Jovan, pushed her glasses atop of her head, her eyes wide. Jovan the painting—werewolf or not, there was no mistaking the face behind the fur.
    About to say something, Jovan opted for a silencing finger to her lips and whispered, “Not now, Ray.”
    Having that nasty sensation of eyes burning a hole in him, Ethan glanced between Raven and Jovan. “Why does everyone always get