Free Enslaved in Shadows by Tigris Eden Page B

frustrations out on her. She didn’t smell like his mystery woman. Shitty way to think. And he knew it was wrong , but still fucked Melissa raw last night hoping to sate his lust. Maybe it was the reason he smelled her now. It made things worse for him be cause as he’d closed his eyes and pictured her face , smelled her scent . Imagined it was her body he was driving into. The need so strong the bed frame threatened to break.
    Melissa didn’t deserve to be treated like that, no woman did. He cared deeply for her and it was a significant enough step that they had moved in together. Everything was coming into place in their relationship. It had all the ingredients one would, except for love. And fucking fire. The fire should have been a pivotal enough factor to deter him elsewhere, but he’d stayed. Not even the smallest cinder for Melissa, just warm feelings. It has to be enough. Resolve had settled in months ago. He would do right by Melissa. His father wanted to know he could lead their pa c k. His mother complained about grandchildren consta ntly. He was tired and restless; Melissa would be the perfect addition to the pack. He knew she loved him. He’d only lied to her once. A lie of omission h e’d kept his dark fantasy about his one night with a mortal woman to himself. Hadn’t told her on the nights when he woke, his dick hard as steel and he’d sexed her for hours, it wasn’t her he was trying to pound into the bed, but his phantom lover.
    Her island smell drove him to extremes, made him want things he could never have. It’s what had his skin crawling. He rounded the corner just as he heard a voice. Her voice. He shook his head for a moment to clear the haze. She couldn’t possibly be here, in this building. Ever. You’re losing it Stone.
    “Stephan, I would prefer any other of your men on this assignment than Agent Stone.” His heart stopped. The air in his passageways froze in place. If his heart hadn’t been secured tightly behind its rib cage, it wo uld have exploded from that sound . On the other side of the door was his tropical flower. He couldn’t see her, couldn’t touch her, but fuck if her scent didn’t linger around him in a loving caress. A caress that stroked his coc k to a painful hardness and a voice that slid against his skin in a fiery blaze. Draven walked and stood in front of the conference room; its double doors wide open. He was dumbfounded, she was even more beautiful than he remembered. She soaked his senses and drowned him in her presence. There were words he wanted to speak. Things needed to be said, yet, nothing came out. His throat was closed. His inner beast whined to taste her, touch her. He wanted to b ite her and lick the pain away.
    She was wearing white Capri jeans with sandals, and a pink button up shirt. He hadn’t seen her skin entir ely covered with so little showing. It turned him on. He absently rubbed the back of his neck and closed his eyes to savor the moment.
    Her hair was down. Large ringlets caressed her cheek and beautiful neck. The playful strands of red were missing, only thick , rich mahogany covered her perfect face. Her eyes were more exotic, and haunted. Bad shit was mixed in with a mother’s love. His flower suffered a lot since their time together. He wanted to make her laugh, not see her face marred with worry and fear. Honey eyes torn, stared back at him in recognition. Her mouth opened on a gasp. Draven stood as still as possible, he didn’t want to upset her more. Clearly, she was unsettled by his presence. The last time they’d seen one another, a woman was wrapped around his body like a tight rope. A vampire named Chloe. He was on a job and she was his contact. Memories of that night flooded his brain . Damn, he should have gone after her. Things might have turned out differently. How?
    His in ner wolf clawed at his insides, wanting out . She was standing in front of his men, eyes wide in shock. The uncertainty and the fear assaulted his