Guardian of Werewolf Keep (Werewolf Keep Trilogy) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Nhys Glover
clothed. But his heart wasn't in the request, and it remained unspoken.
Phil watched his lips pull back across strong white teeth. He shifted his position against the door , so he was standing at full height, and could look down on her. Her eyes now viewed his throat above the unbuttoned shirt. A tantalizing glimpse of chest hair caught her attention. Brown and curly like his unkempt hair. Her fingers itched to touch it.
'I...I am sorry to have interrupted your... ablutions. When I told Charlotte she could not return to her room, she charged off. I hadn't expected her to do such a thing. But she can be wild and uncontrollable at these times. She will... settle shortly...'
'Where has she been that she was not here last night?' She spoke the words , but wasn't paying attention to them. All that mattered, in that moment, was the pulse beating in the muscular throat, and the tightly clamped jaw that was dark with several day’s growth of beard.
What would it feel like, that stubbled chin? Rough and ras ping like sandpaper? Or would it be like tiny pin pricks? She could remember how rough her father's cheeks had felt when he had not shaved. It had been an odd juxtaposition to the soft springiness of his moustaches.
This man before her did not wear moustaches. Nor did he maintain the fashionable sidelevers. His face would be totally devoid of hair, once he found time to shave. She found she liked the way he looked, just as he was.
'She was here,' he replied starkly , and for a moment Phil's thoughts bounced from appreciation of the man's facial hair to his contradictory words. She jerked her head up to look into his eyes.
'I... I don't understand. You just said she wasn't. You said no one but a gardener's son was here.' She watched his eyes, while her mind remained dazed and confused. It felt that something ominous was about to happen. Something she didn't want to have happen.
To stall it, to keep the darkness at bay for just a little longer, she reached out , and touched his lips to stop the words from being said. For, once they were spoken, there would be no going back. Everything would change forever. Intuitively she knew it to be true.
CHAPTER FOUR
Byron felt the light touch of her fingers on his open mouth. He sucked in a deep breath, shocked to the core by her actions. The dream had touched him. The vision, which had filled his eyes since he’d entered the brightly lit room, was real. It must not be a dream. But something as lovely as the girl before him could not be part of the nightmare that he lived every day. She had to be a dream.
When he’ d chased Charlotte into the room, intent only on saving the new mistress from an angry attack, he had not expected to find something so perfect awaiting him. Nothing had prepared him for the beauty of the woman caught sponging her perfect alabaster skin with fragrant suds.
Her breasts were full and uplifted , tipped with rose buds erect from the chill of the air that touched them. He had wanted to taste those buds, even as he grabbed the angry harpy who threatened her. How would they taste? Lush, came the answer.
Just like her gently rounded hips and the peach-shaped, delectable derrière. Lush. Just like the dark auburn triangle of maidenhair, saturated by rose-scented suds. And those long, long legs that no statue of a goddess could do justice. Lush!
But , all he could do about the bounty that greeted his eyes was to turn away from it, as he wrestled the crazed creature out of the door. Why did they have to be so unnaturally strong? It took all his strength to get one small woman across and out of that room. And he was no weakling.
Once it was shut, he had rested his back against the door that separated nightmare from dream. Outside, the nightmare went on, screaming obscenities, and banging on the door. Inside, there was only light, beauty, and the smell of roses. He wanted it to stay that way forever.
When she had wrapped herself in the towel ,
Phil watched his lips pull back across strong white teeth. He shifted his position against the door , so he was standing at full height, and could look down on her. Her eyes now viewed his throat above the unbuttoned shirt. A tantalizing glimpse of chest hair caught her attention. Brown and curly like his unkempt hair. Her fingers itched to touch it.
'I...I am sorry to have interrupted your... ablutions. When I told Charlotte she could not return to her room, she charged off. I hadn't expected her to do such a thing. But she can be wild and uncontrollable at these times. She will... settle shortly...'
'Where has she been that she was not here last night?' She spoke the words , but wasn't paying attention to them. All that mattered, in that moment, was the pulse beating in the muscular throat, and the tightly clamped jaw that was dark with several day’s growth of beard.
What would it feel like, that stubbled chin? Rough and ras ping like sandpaper? Or would it be like tiny pin pricks? She could remember how rough her father's cheeks had felt when he had not shaved. It had been an odd juxtaposition to the soft springiness of his moustaches.
This man before her did not wear moustaches. Nor did he maintain the fashionable sidelevers. His face would be totally devoid of hair, once he found time to shave. She found she liked the way he looked, just as he was.
'She was here,' he replied starkly , and for a moment Phil's thoughts bounced from appreciation of the man's facial hair to his contradictory words. She jerked her head up to look into his eyes.
'I... I don't understand. You just said she wasn't. You said no one but a gardener's son was here.' She watched his eyes, while her mind remained dazed and confused. It felt that something ominous was about to happen. Something she didn't want to have happen.
To stall it, to keep the darkness at bay for just a little longer, she reached out , and touched his lips to stop the words from being said. For, once they were spoken, there would be no going back. Everything would change forever. Intuitively she knew it to be true.
CHAPTER FOUR
Byron felt the light touch of her fingers on his open mouth. He sucked in a deep breath, shocked to the core by her actions. The dream had touched him. The vision, which had filled his eyes since he’d entered the brightly lit room, was real. It must not be a dream. But something as lovely as the girl before him could not be part of the nightmare that he lived every day. She had to be a dream.
When he’ d chased Charlotte into the room, intent only on saving the new mistress from an angry attack, he had not expected to find something so perfect awaiting him. Nothing had prepared him for the beauty of the woman caught sponging her perfect alabaster skin with fragrant suds.
Her breasts were full and uplifted , tipped with rose buds erect from the chill of the air that touched them. He had wanted to taste those buds, even as he grabbed the angry harpy who threatened her. How would they taste? Lush, came the answer.
Just like her gently rounded hips and the peach-shaped, delectable derrière. Lush. Just like the dark auburn triangle of maidenhair, saturated by rose-scented suds. And those long, long legs that no statue of a goddess could do justice. Lush!
But , all he could do about the bounty that greeted his eyes was to turn away from it, as he wrestled the crazed creature out of the door. Why did they have to be so unnaturally strong? It took all his strength to get one small woman across and out of that room. And he was no weakling.
Once it was shut, he had rested his back against the door that separated nightmare from dream. Outside, the nightmare went on, screaming obscenities, and banging on the door. Inside, there was only light, beauty, and the smell of roses. He wanted it to stay that way forever.
When she had wrapped herself in the towel ,
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