Episode 7
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He bit back a snarl. He didn't want to rest. He wanted to f*ck. Her.
What the hell was wrong with him?
Spots filled his vision, flickering with the colors of the rainbow. D*mn it, he was still under the effects of whatever the hell she'd given him.
With a groan he fell back on the bed and shut his eyes.
Eve watched Vincent as he lay on the bad. Even with his eyes shut he looked p*ss*d.
The man completely threw her off. She had no experience to fall back on when it came to dealing with his moods or aggressive behavior.
Biting her lip she gazed at him from under her lashes. He was so ruggedly handsome, his nose straight and narrow. His thick beard was wild and masculine under his high cheek bones. She found herself itching to touch it.
The werewolf frightened her, but to her acute embarrassment he also aroused her. And he knew it!
When he'd pinned her down on the bed....her heart had never beat so fast. Her lustful reaction was shocking. She still ached.
Swallowing, Eve ran a hand over her mouth. This was crazy. She just need a good night's sleep. The last couple days had been rough to say the least. On top of that she'd spent the night sleeping awkwardly in a hard chair. Her exhausted body was already demanding she lay down in her bed and sleep.
Her eyes widened with realization. She looked over at the bed and felt her cheeks heat. Where was she going to sleep? Beside her bed she only had a couple of armchairs, and they would hardly provide a comfortable night's sleep.
Shifting on her feet she stared at the bed, torn.
Vincent sighed, asking tiredly with eyes still shut, "What's the matter, girl?"
"I was just..." She cleared her throat as her voice cracked. "Uh...I was just trying to figure out where on the floor I would be sleeping."
Opening his eyes he scowled at her. "You're not sleeping on the floor, Evelyn."
"Where else am I going to sleep?" she asked stupidly. Surely he didn't expect...
"In the bed where you belong," he stated as if it were obvious.
"I can't sleep with you!" she blurted, shocked that he would even suggest such a thing.
One dark brow arched as he surveyed her. "And why not?"
"Because!"
"That is not a reason, Evelyn," he drawled with slight annoyance.
"Y-you...you're naked for one!" she stammered.
"And you will be clothed. And unless you plan on touching me I don't see how my state of dress matters." He smirked at her and c****d his head slightly. "Do you plan on touching me?"
"No!" She swore her face couldn't get any hotter. She hated how he befuddled her so easily.
With a grunt he moved over, creating space on the bed before lying down and closing his eyes. "I'm exhausted, and so are you. You need a good night's sleep." Eve gaped at him, frozen in place. She was not going to sleep in the same bed as this wolf. He gave a low growl before snapping, "Come to bed. Now."
Jumping at his tone she hurried to obey. Blowing out the lanterns and candles she made her way nervously to the bed. Placing her glasses on the bureau she wound her hair up into a bun and pinned it to the top of her head. Vincent didn't stir as she anxiously worried her bottom lip. She didn't really have night clothes. She'd always been alone so there had never been a need.
Slipping off her dress and bra Eve changed into a soft camisole. Climbing into the bed she tried to stop her body from shaking violently, pulling the blankets up tight around her chin.
After a moment of lying in the darkness with her trembling and struggling to breathe she heard Vincent sigh. "Relax. I'm not going to ravish you while you sleep."
She blushed and stammered, "I wasn't...I didn't think that..."
He snorted beside her and rolled over, putting his back to her and dismissing her completely. She felt a sharp stab of disappointment and immediately chastised herself for it. She did not want a man like Vincent Shaw.
Plus, there is no way in hell he's attracted to you, dummy.
She could only imagine the type of woman Vincent had courted. They would have been beautiful, confident, and experienced. If he'd passed her on the street he wouldn't have given her a second glance.
Rolling onto her side Eve buried her head under the covers. Thankfully her body was too exhausted for her to dwell on her thoughts any further. She could feel the heat off the wolfs body and it helped her to relax further.
With a yawn she shut her eyes and almost immediately fell asleep.
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