E
velyn
When I wake up, I roll and squeal as I feel myself falling, my eyes snapping open. However, before I hit the floor, an arm snakes around my waist and pulls me back and onto their chest.
My heart races at the sudden shock of nearly falling off, and then races harder when I realize I am now lying on top of the devil himself. My eyes open to see Thaddeus with eyes half-open, watching me. He yawns, and I can tell I woke him. What I don’t remember is getting in bed with him.
I can feel Thaddeus’ breathing change as he wakes up completely. With a smile on his lips, he almost looks human in this moment. All traces of the monster I know are gone. Just hypnotic green eyes I could get lost in and full lips only inches away from mine.
“Good morning, Evelyn,” he whispers, watching me closely. His hand on my back rubs my skin softly, sending sparks everywhere he touches. His hands are warm, different from the cold hands of Orion.
Thaddeus moves his other hand, brushing my hair behind my ear, his hand cupping my face and his thumb brushing my cheek gently. I involuntarily lean into his touch and find it soothing. I don’t understand why, but now all fear I have for him is gone; maybe because he isn’t killing people, he isn’t being rough. He is almost normal at this moment.
“Morning,” I tell him, wanting to move off him, yet my body seems quite relaxed in his arms and doesn’t want to move.
“I’m sorry I hurt you. That was never my intention, I never want to hurt you,” he says, his breath fanning my face, and I inhale his intoxicating scent.
He smells nice; they all do in a weird sort of way, addictively sweet and intoxicating, erotic. I have never been turned on so much by the way someone smells.
Thaddeus moves underneath me slightly, and then rolls onto his side. One of his hands is under my head, the other rests on my hip. He pulls me closer, crushing me against his chest. I place my hand on his chest, and he shivers under my touch, making me chuckle.
“What?” he asks.
“Nothing. You’re just being nice for once,” I tell him, and he pulls back, looking down at me.
“Never heard someone describe me as nice.” He chuckles, as he pulls me closer once again. I feel his hand run down my side to my hip and sparks move across my skin, tickling me and making me squirm.
“Are you ticklish, little one?” he asks, doing it again and getting the same reaction.
“Yes, but it doesn’t tickle. It’s a weird sensation,” I tell him, not knowing how to describe it.
“Tingling?” he says. I nod against his chest. “The mate bond is working then; I feel that every time you touch me.”
“Does it stop?” I ask.
“No. Been years, and I still feel it every time Ryland and Orion touch me. If anything, it gets stronger,” he says, and I feel the bed dip behind me. More sparks run up my shoulder, and someone rests their chin on me. Looking over my shoulder, I see Ryland.
He kisses my nose. “What are you two doing?” he asks, a devious glint in his eyes.
“Nothing. We just woke up,” Thaddeus tells him. I feel Ryland lay behind me, making my heart race when I feel his hand move my hair off my shoulder. His warm hands brush my skin, making me shiver.
Ryland chuckles softly behind me, his lips next to my ear. “She can feel the mate bond,” he states. He starts running his finger along my shoulder, making me gasp as sparks move everywhere he touches. Thaddeus’ grip on my hip tightens. I feel Ryland’s breath on my neck where he bit me.
Then, I feel his tongue move over it, and my eyes close as pleasure makes my toes curl, and I moan softly. Thaddeus’ hand moves over my hip to my waist, and Ryland sucks on my mark. Feeling pleasure erupt through me, sparks rush down from my neck to between my legs, making me moan loudly and forget who they are as I become lost in the feeling of arousal washing over me. I have never felt pleasure before, and it is mind-blowing. I don’t want it to stop.
Ryland’s hand moves down my body and brushes over my stomach. His lips don’t leave my neck as I feel his hands slip into my pants, rubbing my slit through my panties. I feel his lips move from my neck, and he nips at my shoulder. Thaddeus’ hand pulls my leg over his hip, and I roll my hips against Ryland’s fingers. I can feel my panties become wet with arousal.
“She is so wet,” Ryland growls next to my ear, making me wetter.
“Do you want him to stop, Evelyn?” Thaddeus asks, making my eyes snap open, and I realize I am lost in their touch, yet it feels right. Nothing feels righter than this right here. But yet, I know it isn’t. They are killers, and I am human.
Ryland’s fingers slip beneath my panties, his finger rubbing between my wet lips before I feel him rub my clit, making me moan loudly.
“Evelyn, do you want him to stop?” Thaddeus asks.
I don’t want him to stop. I have never felt like this before, almost high on the feeling of him touching me.
“It’s okay to want us, Evelyn,” Ryland says. His fingers stop moving, and I know he can feel my unease through the bond, my mind and body at war with themselves.
“Don’t stop,” I gasp, moving my hips against his fingers.
Ryland moves his fingers again, rubbing my clit in a circular motion. I feel my juices spill onto my thighs as I moan at his touch. Thaddeus’ lips brush mine, and I feel his tongue brush my bottom lip, wanting access. I part my lips, and he plunges his tongue into my mouth. His tongue tastes every inch, and I moan into his mouth when I feel Ryland slide a finger in me, making me flinch and my mind becomes flooded with memories; memories I keep in the back of my mind; memories that I try my best to detach myself from.