“Come, Evelyn, I won’t ask again,” Thaddeus growls, making my eyes snap to him. I must have been staring off into space. I reluctantly follow him inside, Ryland tries to grab my hand, but Thaddeus pulls me away and growls at him.
Ryland
All I want to do is touch her; we nearly lost her because I said she could go. However, I’m not entirely at fault, but still, I said she could go without us, disobeying Orion and Thaddeus.
Evelyn is to remain with someone until we change her, or until she agrees to be changed. Thaddeus is holding back, which I am grateful for; he wants to beat me senseless but doesn’t because he doesn’t want to scare her.
I would have preferred the beating; at least I would be able to touch her, hold her. This is worse because she is right in front of me yet so far out of reach.
Evelyn keeps stealing glances at me, her guilt hits me hard. She is in shock, that much I can tell; she doesn’t utter a word the entire trip. Thaddeus drags her into the kitchen, plops her down in the chair, and rummages through the fridge. No one says anything, and the tension is so thick I can almost taste it. Orion and Thaddeus are angry at both of us.
I am almost tempted to say something, just to end the silence. Orion and Thaddeus make grilled cheese and put it in front of her. Evelyn just stares at the plate. She isn’t hungry. Thaddeus, I know, won’t let her leave until she eats so I nod toward the plate, and she seems to understand as she bites a corner off, chewing slowly. Orion hands me a plate and offers Thaddeus one.
Thaddeus shakes his head. “I’m not hungry for food,” he says, his eyes not leaving Evelyn.
Evelyn’s fear hits me, and I can tell she doesn’t want him feeding on her while he is angry; not after he hurt her last time. She has grown to fear his bloodlust, and that is wise. I also fear it; the number of times he has drained me is ridiculous. Draining a Lycan is worse than when he drained Orion. Orion snaps back faster. I, on the other hand, would be out for days, and Evelyn would be dead.
I move my chair back, and Thaddeus’ eyes snap to mine; he raises an eyebrow in question. He knows I hate him feeding on me. Orion, I can handle, he is gentle, but Thaddeus can be cruel and makes it hurt intentionally.
“She is scared,” I tell him.
“And you’re not?” he questions, knowing exactly how I feel.
“Not as scared as her,” I tell him as I step closer.
Thaddeus regards me carefully. “You’re still not touching her.” His eyes sparkle in mischief as he jerks me toward him, smashing his lips against mine. I groan. God, I missed him, every angry piece of him. He pulls away too quickly. Arousal floods the bond, and we both turn to see Evelyn watching us. Her thighs are pressed together tightly, and Orion smirks as he watches her reaction to us.
“You like when I kiss Ryland?” Thaddeus asks her, knowing full well she does like watching us.
Her face flushes at his words. Of course, she does, just like we all like watching her with each other. Her arousal is perfuming the room, such a sweet aroma. Thaddeus kisses my neck, his tongue runs over my mark, and I groan, pressing against him as I feel his magic wash over me, or the fog as Evelyn calls it.
His teeth sink into my neck as he tugs me closer, and I moan loudly. Pleasure rolls over me. Usually he doesn’t bother when he feeds on me, yet he enjoys Evelyn’s reaction to watching us. His tongue laps at my neck, yet I know his eyes are on her.
Thaddeus’ teeth leave my neck after a few minutes; the euphoric feeling goes with it, and I miss his touch instantly. Desire courses through me.
“Later, if you behave,” Thaddeus says, and my shoulders sag with disappointment. Orion, I can tell, doesn’t agree; he wants me punished for what happened to her. I will take whatever punishment they want to dish out as long as I can have her.
Stepping away, I move to Evelyn. She looks up at me, and I can see the longing on her face. She reaches her hand up as I lean down, my hands on the back of her chair but then, she hesitates and looks between Orion and Thaddeus.
She knows this is how Thaddeus is punishing me, and she doesn’t want to get me in more trouble. Thaddeus nods; her fingertips brush my cheek. Leaning down, I kiss her softly and Orion growls, stalking off out of the kitchen toward the living room.
“He is mad at me?” she asks, her voice sad.
“More me than you,” I tell her, and she nods in understanding.
“That’s enough; finish eating, Evelyn,” Thaddeus tells her, and she looks back at her plate, frowning.
“I’m not hungry,” she whispers, but picks up another piece anyway and bites into it.
Thaddeus turns around, turning the kettle on. “Coffee?” he asks, looking at me.
“I will make them,” I tell him, and he nods.
Evelyn eats and puts her plate in the sink. She looks to Thaddeus, waiting, not wanting to piss him off any more than he already is.
“You can go.”
She rushes out as soon as the words leave him. I can feel she wants to find Orion as she darts out, not looking back, which leaves me with Thaddeus.
“Be thankful Evelyn is here, Ryland, because right now, I want to kill you,” he says, burning anger through the bond.
“You’re not going to hurt her, are you?” I ask worriedly.
I can feel the darkness in him, but her presence seems to have a calming effect on him. He relishes everything about her; he is so caught up in her that I think he forgets he is mad at her, especially when she is like this, doing what he wants and not arguing back for once.
“No, I am angry, but I am relieved she is okay. Though, I would like to tan that ass of hers red,” he says. An image of her, bent over his knee hits me, and I feel my lips tug at the thought, my cock twitching in my pants.
“That might not be a punishment,” I smirk. Mates are made perfectly for us; if anything, it will probably turn her on.
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