Dark Possession - Aja James Page 0,6
have time to dwell on it, because his scent assaulted her next.
Earthy, dark, decadent.
Arousing.
Eveline shook her head slightly to clear it.
What in Goddess’s name was happening to her? Was she actually getting turned on right now?
It would be laughably ludicrous if she was feeling in a jovial mood. But she was definitely not laughing. She felt like crying actually.
It was just her luck that her unseen captor and would-be foe was the one male in the world who cranked Eveline’s extremely dormant (nearly dead, if she were absolutely honest) libido.
Instinctively, she braced herself.
He was coming toward her.
She couldn’t hear his footsteps, he was silent as a cat, but she felt the flare from his body heat. It was like a small sun approaching her orbit.
She held her ground, refusing to shrink back as he came closer. She might be small but she was no coward. He couldn’t intimidate her.
Even if he was twice her size and three times her weight.
Because that’s what she felt like. She could feel his body heat surrounding her, his shadow looming tall and threatening over her.
How she detested intimidatingly large males!
Internally, she shook herself.
What nonsense. He couldn’t be ten feet tall and five feet wide. He probably wasn’t four hundred pounds either, with the silent way he moved.
He was merely another living being.
A male one.
An extremely, indisputably, elementally male one.
She wasn’t cowed. She could hold her own.
Just like she could hold her breath, which she bravely attempted to do for as long as she possibly could.
Because his dratted scent was doing something to her!
Intoxicating and drugging her, she felt like. She was getting dizzy with reluctant arousal, her skin heating, her nerves tingling.
It was as if her body had declared mutiny on her mind. It was reacting in ways she’d never reacted before.
Nipples beading. Stomach fluttering. Knees quivering. Core clenching.
Goddess save her from this humiliating loss of control!
Barely, she felt fingertips sift through the hair at the back of her head. He was untying the blindfold.
She couldn’t hold her breath any more, and she heaved a deep, shuddering sigh.
Before opening her eyes, she sucked in a breath through her mouth to fortify herself.
But no matter what she imagined, across all of her long existence, the male who stood before her defied every fantasy, every dream.
Glittering, exotic dark eyes pierced right through her. She didn’t know where to look.
Should she drown in the deep, obsidian pools of his pupils or entangle herself in the thick forest of his spiky lashes?
She decided on the safer option of following the line of his high-bridged, narrow blade of a nose, before her gaze skittered across the sharp, unyielding cliffs of his cheekbones, down lean cheeks that hinted at deep grooves around his mouth—if he ever smiled.
Her eyes darted quickly to the corners of his to check for laugh lines.
Nope. No evidence of humor found.
She went back to perusing the exquisite and elementally masculine landscape of his face by focusing on his diamond-cut jawline, covered, surprisingly, by rough-looking stubble.
Surprising, because most immortals didn’t have body or facial hair. And this male was definitely immortal.
On the other hand, his beard seemed to suit him. It made him even more…
Male.
If the tips of his fangs glinting in the soft glow of the cabin was any indication, he was a Dark One. A very powerful and ancient Dark One.
She could feel his strength and vitality radiating from his body like a palpable, overwhelming force of nature.
Determinedly, she refused to complete her canvasing of his unforgettably beautiful face by concentrating on his mouth. The unfocused glimpse she couldn’t help but catch hinted at full, kissable lips.
Hell’s balls! Get a grip, Eveline!
“Well, well. So you are to be my Pure Blood slave,” her captor murmured in that sinful voice, practically oozing sex and carnal—
Wait.
What?
His Pure Blood Slave?
“In the beginning, Immortals lived among humans as gods and Heroes, but they did not rule. They preferred to interact only with their own Kinds, for humans held them in awe and fear, often misunderstanding their intent. Dark and Pure existed in harmony, as they were meant to be, created by the Twin Goddesses who complemented each other like the air they breathed…”
—From the lost oral histories of the Zodiac Scrolls
Chapter Two
Ramses noticed the moment his little “gift” realized the gravity of her situation.
Her large blue-gray eyes widened even more, taking up most of her small, heart-shaped face, and her mouth dropped slightly open in a tiny O.
As in—oh, shit.
He took in her appearance at leisure, letting his assessing