“Did Julie make you come?” She couldn’t help but ask. Damn, her voice was going out again.
He shook his head no. That had surprised her. Julie did have dark hair. Maybe the blond highlights threw off the appeal. Oh well, fuck it. Who was she to judge? Didn’t she search for pieces of Stephen in other men?
Wrapping her fingers in his baby-fine curls, she pulled his lips to hers. They were so soft, yet firm. Bill still felt tense. Evelyn let her tongue brush across his lower lip and sucked it into her mouth. His groan pushed through her throat, and the weight of his chest finally settled against her.
True to his word, Bill was watching her, just as she told him to. Never before had she tried kissing someone with her eyes open. Evelyn wasn’t sure she liked it so much. It was way too intimate for her at the moment. For some reason, it felt right kissing Brandon, and knowing it was him. Knowing she was kissing the man lying on top of her just wasn’t the same.
“Take my clothes off, Bill.”
He obeyed, easing them off at a slow pace and tracing her body with his fingertips. She let him run them up the insides of her legs until he lowered his head against her pussy. Evelyn moaned, feeling him separate her folds with the pads of his thumbs.
The first lick was slow and gentle, from her opening to her clit. He moved back down, inserted his tongue inside of her, and moved it in a circular motion.
Evelyn buried her fingers in his hair. The moans poured out of her while he began to thrust his tongue, putting pressure on her clit at the same time. With a near silent scream, she pulled him up to her lips and kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his tongue. Sucking his tongue into her mouth, she felt him groan all the way into her chest.
Not wanting to take her eyes from him, she reached for her purse. Protection was something she was never without. She was always safe. The purse fell over, its contents spilling all over the small table and the floor. Evelyn felt the package, reached for it, and opened it as fast as she could. His cock rested heavily on her lower stomach. Wetness from his excitement let her know he was ready.
Evelyn slid the condom on him and felt him plunge inside of her. The majority of the time, she was on top. She liked the control, but today, she let him lead. This was, after all, for him.
Bill stared into her eyes, never looking away from her face. She almost wished she hadn’t asked him. Once again, things felt way too personal.
The length of his cock surged deeper at his increased pace. A moan came out at her when he hit her sensitive spot. Evelyn wrapped her legs around him and dug her nails into his back, not scratching but definitely leaving indentions. She could feel herself grasp around him at the pressure building.
Evelyn’s tightness was being pulled with every slight withdrawal of his cock. It was sending little currents to her core, pushing her closer to the moment that her orgasm would explode and she would lose complete control.
Bill’s hips dipped, causing the lower part of his stomach to brush her clit. The time was now, and her orgasm exploded. Evelyn dug her nails deeper, urged him to go faster. He did, with hard, swift thrusts that put her over the edge into pure bliss.
It wasn’t long before he was convulsing on top of her, sweat causing their bodies to stick slightly to each other.
In one swift movement, Bill collapsed next to her on the bed. Surprised, she turned on her side, looking at his features. His eyes were still on her, but a smile was starting to form on his lips.
A curl fell across his cheek. Evelyn twisted the silky hair around her finger until a frown stretched across her face, and she tucked the hair behind his ear.
“Thank you, Evelyn.”
The words, whispered so softly, still had the power to flip her stomach. They held so much meaning, so much pain, buried underneath it all that she couldn’t say anything. She just nodded her head and gave him a tight smile.
If she was anything, she was good at slipping out the moment things got too serious. Evelyn stood, grabbing her clothes. She could take a shower at home. Right now, she just wanted to leave.
“I should go. Have a safe trip back to Houston.”
Bill smiled with heavy lids, still in such a relaxed state that he didn’t sit up. Evelyn slid her clothes on as fast as she could without looking like she was trying to escape some sort of fire that had spontaneously erupted in the room.
“I guess you won’t be giving me your number?”
Near-silent laughter poured out of her before she could stop it. “I’m sorry, Bill. No, I don’t think that’s a good idea. You know where to find me if you ever come back. The Martini Bar is one of our haunts. We’re there every weekend. I really do hope I see you again.”
He nodded, laying back his head. Bill’s eyes closed and the lashes cast shadows on the tops of his defined cheeks. Evelyn took one last look and piled everything into her purse that had been dumped out. Without looking back, she left.
Three was now back down to two. Shit. She liked having none better. At least the odds of her getting hurt in the long run, wasn’t a risk. Brandon, she wasn’t so worried about. He would be gone before long, she was guessing, but that didn’t eliminate Stephen.
What the hell was she going to do about him? Evelyn’s mind blanked. When in doubt, sleep on it. Yeah, right. Why did she feel she was going to be just as fucked on that decision tomorrow as she was today?
Chapter 11
Brandon clenched his fist from the sofa as he watched Stephen burst through his door. The man had serious issues, but Brandon wasn’t afraid of him. There was no way Stephen alone could take him down. Brandon had been a vampire for far too long to be outsmarted by a werewolf. If it had been Ayden or Trevor, then that would have been another story.
Ayden and Trevor had been friends of his for weeks. They had met at a club called Essence, toting their lovely Nicole with them. Wow, she was gorgeous. Evelyn’s and her resemblance was uncanny. Nicole was exactly who he had thought he was looking at before he realized it was his Evelyn.
Stephen’s panting brought him out of his thoughts.
“Why in the hell did you tell her? Now she wants me to remove the bond. It wasn’t your place to tell,” Stephen growled.
“Oh, come on, Steve,” Brandon said, smiling as Stephen stiffened at the name. “Do you really think it’s fair to drag her along when she’s been so unhappy for the last two years? Do you have any idea what she’s been through? What do you think Ayden would do to you if he knew what you have done? Ayden is very serious when it comes to mates. You should know this.”
“It’s none of your fucking business, or Ayden’s, what I do with my mate. Evelyn is mine. Do you understand that? I’m not about to relinquish my mark just so she can run off with some fucking bloodsucker. I felt you take her blood. What does she think about that? Did she enjoy it?”
Brandon didn’t move. Evelyn didn’t know, but what would she think if she did? “Did
you
enjoy it, Stephen? Is that why you’re so upset?”
Stephen studied Brandon’s face. “She doesn’t remember, does she? You did something to her. That’s why I got a bad migraine this morning. You fucked with her head, didn’t you?”
“Do you really want her to remember? Think about it, Stephen. You may have told her what I am, but what happens if she remembers a bite? Are you willing to let your mate be turned into a vampire? I’ll happily do it—perfect sex slave,” Brandon said, narrowing his eyes.
Stephen growled, and they were flying into the living room wall before Brandon could blink. Damn, Stephen was quicker than he gave him credit for. With a bone-crunching hit, Stephen punched him in the mouth. Good thing he didn’t feel it, although he could taste the blood on his tongue.
“You will not touch her again. If you do, I’ll kill you. Do you hear me?” Stephen yelled into his face.
Brandon laughed, feeling the blood trail down his chin. Stephen’s eyes were glowing a vibrant blue. He was close to shifting, which, any other day, would have been fun to fight, but not with Evelyn so near. If he killed Stephen, she’d go through extreme pain at the break of their bond by his death.
“I can’t promise you that, Stephen. You see, I have my own thing going with Evelyn that I can’t just walk away from. If you’re smart, you’ll stay clear of me.” Brandon threw him against the other wall. Stephen’s body left an imprint. Great, this was going to cost a fortune.
Both of them were running at each other when a yell stopped them.
“What in the fuck do you both think you are doing,” Evelyn hoarsely screamed. “I can’t believe this shit. I’m gone for an hour, and you go at it like fucking high school kids. Stephen, look at your uniform. It’s covered in white now. And if you think you’re getting out of paying for the damage to Brandon’s walls, you’re sadly mistaken.”
The guys both looked at her like she had lost her mind. Brandon laughed hysterically at her scolding. She was absolutely adorable when she was upset. He was sure that he’d never seen anything like it before.
* * * *
Evelyn couldn’t believe her eyes. Brandon’s living room was destroyed. There were two large holes in the walls, not to mention that Brandon was bleeding. Holy shit. She should have never gone anywhere. The thoughts of what they were plagued her the whole way home, but the moment she had seen them harming each other, her fear went to the back burner. She couldn’t deny that she somehow felt connected to both of them. And seeing them hurt each other hurt her.
“Stephen, you better explain what the hell you’re doing over here, right now,” Evelyn half whispered.
The look he gave her was of complete astonishment. She raised an eyebrow and waited for him to proceed. After a sigh, he ran his fingers through his hair.
“He told you and it wasn’t his business.” Stephen glared at Brandon.
“She had a right to know,” Brandon snapped.
Stephen opened his mouth to pop off something and thought better of it. He glared even more at Brandon.
“What?” Evelyn asked. “You both are hiding something. Brandon, obviously there is something Stephen wishes to tell me but has decided against it. Would you like to inform me?”
The haughty smile left Brandon’s face immediately. He looked over with a nervous expression toward Stephen, who in turn raised a go-ahead, tough-guy eyebrow back at him. Evelyn stomped her foot and let out a scratchy, pathetic excuse for a scream that bounced off the holey walls.
“I swear to God, if either one of you is hiding something from me, I’ll…kick both of your asses. I think enough secrets have affected my fucking life already. I better not find out about another. If either of you have something to say, say it now because if I find out later, I’ll be pissed.”
“Evey, we can’t tell you. It’s better if you didn’t know.” Stephen walked forward and held out his hands for her.
Evelyn rolled her eyes in disgust and turned to Brandon. “We don’t know each other that well, but I trust that you’ll tell me the truth. What is it that I’m not supposed to know?”
Brandon put his head down and let out a ragged sigh. “Evelyn, if this was anything else, I would tell you. But you have to understand that I can’t. Do you know that saying, ‘If I tell you, then I’ll have to kill you’? Yeah, well, in this case, I would.”
The words hit Evelyn hard. Her mind raced over part of the conversation she’d had with her ex. She recalled Stephen calling Brandon a vampire. For some reason, her hands flew to her neck. Like a tidal wave, everything rushed back to her, the table breaking, the bite…
“You fucking bit me last night. Oh my God, I remember. You broke the table. You
are
a…vampire. Shit…Stephen, you were right.”
Stephen groaned, slamming his fist into the wall. Evelyn jumped at the sound of the impact and the fresh hole to go along with it. Brandon collapsed to the sofa, looking paler than he originally was.
“What? Was I not supposed to know?” Evelyn then recalled his words.
If I tell you, I’ll have to kill you.
Panic set in and she did the only thing she could think to do; she ran like hell. There was no way she was going to die.