Poisonous Desires by Selena Illyria Page B

kissable. He had golden brown stubble and jade-green eyes that would darken to gold when he was on the verge of the shift. He always smelled like a forest laced with moonlight and spice and wolf musk under the soap he used and the lightly spiced cologne he’d slap on after a night of being up without sleep. But even with all those scents there was always a hint of sex, something that told her he was ready for her every time, all the time. His blond hair was cut short, almost military-like, but the top was longer than the sides. She would always muss his hair, allowing the softness to tickle her palms.
    He was a work of art, muscular, always fit. Just her type. If only she could resist him. She had a craving to be near him. Hearing that sexy, rough voice in her ear made her vaginal muscles quiver and her nipples tighten to hardened peaks. And now he was in town, so near, so close. Everything in her wanted to pick up that phone and call him, get him to come over, but the other part of her didn’t want him to know where she lived. Urban was a human lie detector; explaining why she had a place in Draven’s Crossing would use up what little brain cells were active around him. There was also the small tingle of fear that opening this part of herself would increase their connection. Could she handle more strings? What would happen if and when he found out about her family life? No one would want to be related to the kind of instability Ephram brought into their lives, not to her.
    With a sigh, she sent up a prayer to Artemis that they not cross paths. Urban would distract her and set her on edge, plus he had enough to deal with as the replacement alpha for Torger . She’d do this quickly, get the name and info for Zerik , and get out of Dodge. At least that’s what she told herself. Nadia turned to her right, grabbed her phone, and turned it on. Her phone background was a picture of a waterfall. After entering her password, she brought up her pictures section and scrolled through the various photos she’d taken of Urban. He had no clue how many she’d taken. Every time they were around each other she would take a shot to document any changes in him. She preferred, as pervy as it was, to take pictures of him nude and asleep. He’d never know it; at least she hoped that was the case. When they were separated, she’d have something visual to use when the urge for sex overwhelmed her. A sense of guilt tugged at her gut as she remembered when she’d last spoken to Urban and had to put him off.
    She’d been in bed trying to get off with a vibrator and her fingers. She’d lied and told him that she was on a job and couldn’t see him. Running away, as usual. Nadia had pretended to be waking up, when in reality she’d been awake for hours trying to ease the longing for Urban with any means necessary, even porn. None of it compared to her love, and nothing and no one ever would. Talking to him only made things worse. Nadia doubted she could run away from him for long, especially not now.
    She had to meet Isy’s DCPD Drug Unit contact in a short time. Nadia didn’t question why Draven’s Crossing needed a drug unit, what they did, or why he’d agreed to meet her. What she needed to do was get in and out of town quickly. Lacking sleep or being jetlagged wouldn’t help her do the job for Zerik . The minutes ticked by on slow hands. She felt sleep tug at her and allowed herself to doze and wake in fits and starts. When her alarm went off again, she let out a pained scream. She reached over, picked up the clock, and lifted it up, ready to throw it across the room. Nadia wanted to destroy that little beeping machine, smash it, punch it, and most of all, make that damn alarm stop. Rather than give in to her inner violent instincts, she placed the clock back on the nightstand and pushed the button.
    The world became blissfully silent, but now that she was awake again, she couldn’t get back to sleep. Besides, there was no way she