Zurlo, Michele - Torment [Daughters of Circe 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Michele Zurlo

was thick, and the pressure of it against her center was more than she was prepared to resist.
    Shade’s lips left hers to trail down her neck. He found the pulse point that drew his interest earlier. Teeth scraped gently, nipping the sensitive skin in a preliminary display of dominance. Quivers raced down Torrey’s arms and chest. She shivered in his arms.
    His wolf senses knew her response meant desire, not fear. The pressure increased until she cried out, a moan that sounded a lot like his name. Her fingers wove into his thick black hair to hold him in place.
    Lightly, gently, lips skimmed along her neck to stop just below her ear. His long fingers squeezed her ass before letting her slide down his body. A protest mewed in the back of her throat.
    “Agree to my terms, Torrey. Take me to your bed.”
    Desire-glazed eyes slowly cleared. Was this the right thing to do at this moment? She wanted him. She needed him in a way she had never before needed anyone. Yet, she didn’t know the consequences. Was this a betrayal of her sister? Torrey looked up into eyes so dark blue, they appeared black. “You know where Riley is?”
    He shook his head slowly, regretfully. “No, but I have a pretty good idea of the general area where she’s being held.”
    Torrey’s breath caught. Her vision had been accurate. “You know who took her, don’t you?”
    This time, Shade nodded. “He won’t hurt her. I know it’s hard for you to believe right now, but he’s not a bad person. He isn’t doing this because he wants to do it.”
    She looked away, not because she didn’t believe him. She hadn’t sensed malevolence from Seth. That was one thing that made his act so shocking and unexpected. Sucking at her top lip, she bit it while she thought. “Your kind and my kind aren’t supposed to mix.” She didn’t quite know where that idea had come from, but it was there, a fact in her head.
    Shade shrugged. “I could give a damn about ancient rules, Torrey. I want you. I need to be inside you.”
    She wasn’t swayed by his words, though if he kissed her again and took her into the bedroom, she wouldn’t stop him. “Isn’t something bad supposed to happen if a witch and a wolf become involved like this?”
    He released her completely, moving across the tiny space to stand at the mouth of the hall to her bedroom. “You want me to give you to a man who wants to kill you in such a way as to take all of your powers. What worse things could possibly happen?” Holding out a hand, he invited her closer. “I’m a good lover, Torrey. You won’t be disappointed.”
    It was her decision. Somehow, she knew he would find Riley even if she refused him now. The Shadow Man had been right about Shade.
    Sparks simmered between them, thrown by the insistent need exuding from him in waves that crashed into her rhythmically and a submissive response inside that Torrey hadn’t been aware she possessed. She lifted her hand and let his hot fingers close around her palm to pull her close.
    His kiss was hard and demanding. The coverlet on her bed was soft against her back. Torrey had no idea how they had moved from the hall to her bed so quickly. He tore her shirt, ripping the seams to unwrap her body. His hands caressed the skin there, heating it with the fire that seemed to emanate from his skin.
    Vague facts flitted through her head. Wolves were fire creatures. It was their element. It made sense he would be so warm. Closing her eyes focused the energy and made it seem like actual flames licked against her.
    The mouth scorching a path between her breasts and down her stomach banished those thoughts. Torrey was only aware of sensations. Heat as he licked and nipped at her skin. The jumble of desire snaking its way through her body. The hard muscles she desperately wanted to touch beneath his shirt.
    Tugging at his shirt, Torrey managed to move it mostly out of the way. Shade didn’t seem inclined to take his hands or his mouth from her long enough