Compel Read Online Rachel Van Dyken

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Forbidden, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 84072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
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Always. It was always like this when I saw her, every time, not just the first or even the last. It was always like this.

Our eyes locked.

She licked her bottom lip.

I let out a low growl. That lip was mine, damn it. How dare she lick it in front of me? MINE!

I gripped the doorframe, my fingers turning white. “You’re late.”

Her blue eyes widened. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t sure what time we actually decided on so—”

“It’s fine,” I said in a clipped voice.

When she didn’t move, I arched a brow in her direction.

She swallowed slowly, her eyes drinking me in, dilating as her heart most likely caught up with mine and introduced itself as mates.

With an irritated sigh, I gave her my back so I wouldn’t maul her and strip her naked against the door for all the world to see. “Come on.”

Her perfume floated in the air around me as my body tensed. I was prepared for this. I wasn’t even human. I could control my urges, just like I controlled my heart and my mind.

I was the epitome of control.

And then I opened the library door, and all hell broke loose as a wave of heat hit me square in the chest.

I turned to yell at her to run when she swept past me, the damage already done as sweat started to bead around her forehead, and she fanned her face. “Was your plan for me to get too hot to work?”

I gulped.

The plan… what was the plan?

She fanned herself again and smiled. “Maybe you should call someone to look at the AC?”

“Right,” I whispered hoarsely as I pulled out my cell and sent a quick text to Jasper.

Ben: AC broken call someone immediately or I’m killing you.

He wrote back right away.

Jasper: They can’t come until later this evening, stay hydrated and stop being so dramatic…

“Done.” I shoved the phone back into my pocket. “So, the section right over there has basically everything you’ll need when it comes to information on the house and the town. Most of it will bore you to tears, so I imagine when you’re done reading and organizing, you won’t be back.”

Luna’s face fell. I hated that I had to push her away almost as much as I hated that I couldn’t pull her close and stay that way forever. “Well, I figured I could probably organize all the books. I am working at a bookstore; you may as well alphabetically—”

I held up my hand. “I’m only helping you out of guilt, not because I want you in my house for the next three weeks while you uncover every dirty secret of the Wells family and publish it in your little college paper.”

“Little paper, huh?” She put her hands on her hips. Had she always looked this young? Then again, any sane person would think I was no more than twenty-five, so I really had no leg to stand on. “Huh, and here I thought Jasper was the rude one.”

“Jasper’s an ass.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Just Jasper?”

I felt like shit being so short with her, but I couldn’t even think straight with her standing so close. It was like breathing in waves and waves of sex on repeat until all I could think about was peeling her clothes off and fucking her against the wall until she screamed my name.

The need to have sex was… impossibly strong.

Blinding.

How would I survive this?

How had I ever survived this?

That’s why you end up killing her, idiot.

A sobering truth.

I let out a grunt and gave her my back. “I have work to do.”

And that was it.

I closed my mouth, tried to breathe through my nose in short, shallow inhalations, and went to the opposite end of the room to read through yet another book that would most likely give me zero information on how to break the Matchmakers curse.

With a small sigh, she went to her side of the room, toward the musty stack of books that I hadn’t yet had a chance to look through. She pulled out her phone and set it on the ground next to her, stretched her arms high over her head, and started to hum.

Humming, she was humming.

Had she not gotten the message that I was annoyed by her?

That I needed her to stay far away before I loved her—and then hurt her?

My heart clenched at the word love, and a shooting pain ran from my temple down my arm.

The pain I always remembered.

Because that was what curses did, they left you with the remnants of darkness, then reminded you over and over again what the light was like—and what you would never fucking have.

With a grumble, I pulled open the first book on the Fae of Ireland that I could find and started to read as the room continued its descent into hell.


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