Page 29 of Savage Blood
Bastard.
“Well, being held captive in a dank, foul dungeon for days kind of has that effect,” I said.
“Hold on.” He gripped my upper arm to pull me to a stop and sniffed the air. “What else is that on you?”
The sconces on the walls brightened the gold strands running through his tawny curls as he lowered his head and breathed deeply.
“Probably blood.” What else would it be? “Or piss.”
“Nah, you smell like…” His pupils suddenly shrank to tiny pinpoints. “Sex.”
My head yanked back, and a nervous laugh slipped out. “That’s ridiculous. I’ve been locked in a cell. Alone.”
What the ever-loving hell!
Had my recent sexy visit with Fane somehow transferred to my actual body?
“I think you’re losing it, Torin.” I tried to yank my arm from his grasp, but his fingers tightened, digging in.
A low, feral growl rumbled in his chest as he stepped closer, extinguishing the space between us. “That’s definitely sex and arousal all over you.”
My pulse quickened as Torin’s demeanor changed, and waves of excitement flowed off him. “Just take me to Barric,” I demanded.
His lids fluttered as he ran his nose along my neck, his hot breath flowing over my flesh. “I haven’t hunted in so fucking long.”
“You’re not hunting now either.”
I shoved him as hard as I could, and when he stumbled back, his eyes were no longer gold or any mix of amber.
They were black.
Demon black.
The moisture dried from my mouth as I inched backward. Something had a hold on him.
I clapped a few times to grab his attention. “Hey, Torin, snap out of it!”
His lips curled back, revealing sharpening teeth. Nothing but base lust and hunger was reflected in his unnaturally dark irises. “Run, little rabbit.”
Chapter
Eight
Cold panic rippeda hole through my chest, and tremors raced through my limbs as primal hunger throbbed from Torin. Like looking into the face of a monster before it struck, my instincts screamed for me to run.
But to where? Enemies filled the mansion, ambling around and just waiting to crush me.
The feral growl seething between Torin’s sharp teeth spread goose bumps along my flesh.
He sounded more demon than shifter.
My boots squeaked on the glossy tiles as I backed up. “Torin, whatever is happening, you can?—”
The shifter lunged for me, his claws swiping across my arm.
A burst of adrenaline erupted through my veins, and I spun, speeding down the opulent ebony corridor. My arms pumped and limbs burned, all the while his hot breath ghosted down my nape.
He was too damn close for comfort.
