“And Thaddeus?” she asks, turning her face into my neck.
“Thaddeus didn’t mean it; he just wants you. He isn’t particularly good at being gentle. He had no intentions of hurting you. I am partly to blame; I shouldn’t have tackled him.”
“Why can’t I remember?” she asks, pulling back and looking at me.
“Might be best you don’t,” I tell her.
As I stand up, I place her on the couch?and grab a wet cloth and a blanket. Putting the blanket over her, I clean the blood off her face and peel her shirt off. Evelyn eventually falls asleep just as the sun rises, and I carry her upstairs, laying her on the bed next to Thaddeus and Ryland.
Going downstairs, I pull the mop bucket and mop out to clean up the mess left from last night, praying that she never remembers what happened. For this to work, Thaddeus needs to learn control, and she needs to accept him. After tonight though, I feel the shock of almost losing her might be enough to make him realize she is only human and can’t be mistreated like Ryland and myself.
I know Ryland is holding himself back. He feels the pull to her the most because he has marked her, feels what she feels. Somehow, he has pushed the parts of him that remind me of Thaddeus aside for her.
Thaddeus, however, struggles with who he is and with his own identity. I have lived among humans for centuries and have grown to like their humanity. I like the way they perceive the world, and understand emotion better than they do. I just hope Thaddeus can find his humanity in her. Because if it comes down to choosing, I will choose her over him, and I know Ryland feels the same way.
Evelyn
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.
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