Hunting Medusa: The Medusa Trilogy, Book 1 Read Online Free Page A

him, making him grunt when she elbowed one of the slash marks on his arm.
    He wrestled her other shoe off and then dragged her onto the bed before stretching out beside her.
    She sat up, tugging on her arm. She could go nowhere so it was a futile effort.
    Kallan smiled at her. “It’s been a long night. Lie down.”
    “I’ll kill you.”
    He laughed. She never stopped. “I think that’s my job, my Medusa.”
    “I’m not your Medusa. I’m not your anything. My name is Andi.”
    He put his free hand behind his head and studied her for a long moment. “Andrea Rosakis. I know your name.”
    “How did you find me?”
    “I don’t think we’ll discuss that. But I suppose I should inquire as to whether there are any weapons in your nightstand I need to worry about tonight.”
    Her look of disbelief made him sit up. He crawled over her, then straddled her and tried not to think about the position while he used his free hand to pull open the drawer. A flashlight, hefty enough to bash him in the head. He tossed it away so it clattered across the floor and landed near the closet. A tattered book. He flipped it over to look at the cover. A romance novel—the half-naked hero on the cover ravishing the slightly more dressed woman in his arms. The worst she could do with that was give him some paper cuts. Or another painful erection.
    Kallan cleared his throat and dropped the book back into the drawer, where there were still some scattered papers, a pen—which he threw in the direction of the flashlight—a black satin sleep mask, and way in the back… He closed his fingers around something more substantial than the pen.
    A vibrator, he discovered when he pulled it out of the drawer.
    He shot her a quizzical glance and found her face averted, but not enough that he couldn’t see the hot color staining her cheeks. He glanced back at the toy, imagining her using it despite his best intentions. He could understand a woman like the Medusa having the same needs as other women. But why wouldn’t she indulge them with a flesh and blood man? She only suffered the effects of the curse for a few days each month. He flipped the tiny switch on the bottom of the vibrator, and the thing hummed to life.
    Under him, she stiffened, turning her face further away.
    He shut it off and dropped it back into the drawer. “Well, I don’t think I’d consider that a weapon,” he said lightly. He was suddenly aware of how close she was again, her breasts a scant inch from his belly, her thighs pressed tight between his knees. Her scent teased his nose—something with wildflowers and herbs. He sniffed. Basil, maybe. And sandalwood. Something else. He resisted the urge to lean nearer to find out what and climbed off her, ignoring his body’s protest. It had definitely been too long since he’d indulged his own needs if he couldn’t control these urges around the Medusa for even an hour.
    “Lie down.”
    When she didn’t immediately obey him, he gave her a gentle push until her head hit the pillow. She glared up at him, her cheeks still bright pink.
    “You’re going to need your rest. We have work to do tomorrow,” he said.
    She averted her gaze.
    He had to find out if any of the lore talked about the amulet being embedded in the Medusa’s skin. And if so, why hadn’t he seen it before now? Why had no one mentioned it?
    He stretched out beside her once more. “I hope you have something in the refrigerator for breakfast.” He hadn’t planned on spending the night, after all.
    “You don’t really think I’m feeding you, do you?” Horror and anger mingled in her tone.
    He didn’t look at her, though he really wanted to see her expression. “I have two good hands. I can feed myself. I’m just hoping you have breakfast food here for me to do that with.”
    “Unbelievable.”
    He grinned, restraining the laugh that tried to work up from his chest. His Medusa was a lot of fun. A lot more fun than anyone he’d encountered in a long,