She thought his plea over and wasn’t sure why, but she nodded. Brandon lifted her up onto the dark blue pillows and covered her body with his.
Evelyn stared into his yellow eyes while he lowered his face to hers. They caressed each other’s lips passionately. Heaviness once again rested on her stomach. His cock was ready to go again, already. Just the thought that he would soon be inside of her had her getting wet.
* * * *
Brandon massaged Evelyn’s pussy while his legs eased her thighs apart. He handed Evelyn the condom wrapper and waited while she slid it over his length. The damn thing almost didn’t fit. Closing his eyes against the pressure of the condom, he couldn’t help but think of her almost leaving.
Panic, like nothing he had ever felt before, had clawed at him to get her to stay. He had even tried to hypnotize her again, long enough to plead to her mind to consider it. He wouldn’t have forced her against her will, but an extra push in his direction wouldn’t have hurt.
Of course it didn’t work. She had only been affected for a second, not long enough for him to get anything through to her mind. The second time was weaker than the first. Impossible.
Brandon held her gaze while he entered her, letting her stretch and adjust to his size. He couldn’t stop staring at her. With the second thrust, he watched her expression change. Damn, she was beautiful. He could spend the rest of his life with someone like her. Possession once again gripped against his insides and mind.
What in the hell was wrong with him? Never had he let a woman affect him like this. Something about Evelyn made him feel lighter, less empty. He could feel the emotion tightening his chest, trying to worm its way into his heart.
Brandon ignored the feeling as best as he could and focused on how tightly she gripped around him. The moment her moan accompanied a slight change in pressure on his cock, he was lost.
* * * *
One of Brandon’s hands held Evelyn’s arms over her head at her wrists, and his other hand ran down the length of her body, as if he were memorizing every curve. Knowing the power he had, Evelyn pushed into his soft touch. She wanted to feel him stroke her, not be teased because he was afraid he would cause her pain.
The restraining of her arms turned Evelyn on more than she would have thought. She planted her heels against the blue comforter and arched her back to take his cock deeper.
“Go faster, Brandon.”
Instead of going faster, he gave one powerful thrust, pushing so deep inside of her that the orgasm came out of nowhere. Screams echoed off the walls. Her pussy gripped his cock so securely it was painful, yet the intensity of her orgasm was still in full swing, shooting pleasurable jolts throughout her like a current of electrical bliss.
“That’s right, Evelyn. Scream louder. Scream my name.”
Evelyn did, over and over. Brandon smiled at her and drove into her again, over and over again. The swelling of his cock against her tightness had a moan escaping her mouth.
Brandon lowered and slid against her. The pain in her neck was replaced by the most pleasurable feeling she had ever felt in her life. An orgasm swept over her and rapidly turned into a whole mind and body fuck. Ecstasy made her press her tingling breasts harder into him.
Brandon groaned on top of her, breaking his mouth from her neck. The blood on his full lips and the look of euphoria on his face were the last things she remembered before blackness took over and she passed out.
Chapter 8
Evelyn looked at the clock. It was close to five. The light snoring had been coming from a sleeping Brandon now for close to twenty minutes. As much as she didn’t want to, she had to leave to escape the closeness.
Awakening to the most agonizing pain in her chest should have been a sign. Intimacy just might not be for her. Even unconscious, her body seemed to know and react to a stranger’s nearness.
When she awoke to the pain, flashes of the previous events were a big blur in her memory. What in the hell had happened? She felt like someone had gone in and scrambled her brain. Big chunks of the events were missing. For one, she didn’t even remember them finishing.
The images played in her head in a continual cycle. Brandon was buried between her thighs, and then she had his cock in his mouth, and then suddenly, he had her arms pinned and was thrusting inside of her. That was it, quick flashes and big chunks missing. Evelyn rubbed her eyes and moved at a snail’s pace to the restroom.
The resort-labeled robe was lying across the bathroom counter. Knowing she had ruined her dress, she wrapped the robe around her, turned off the light, and eased her way through the now-dark room.
Tiptoeing, she managed to collect her things and escape the apartment to get back to her own. The apple-cinnamon scent embraced Evelyn as soon as she walked through the door and calmed her jumpy nerves.
Home—it was reliable and safe. So why was she feeling so guilty and empty since she left the warmth of Brandon’s arms? And warm he was, nothing like before. She could remember how cold he had gotten during the flashes, but when she left, he had felt like a furnace.
Evelyn collapsed onto her bed and stared at the ceiling. Slowly, she went over the memories that she could remember, again. All right, she remembered getting to the room, him saying they were going to “make love,” various sexual things, but how did it end? Did he even come?
For some reason, Evelyn’s hand came to her neck. Was she supposed to remember something about that? She climbed off the bed and made her way to the restroom, looking in the mirror. Nothing was wrong with her neck, so why then did she feel like something should be there? For endless minutes she studied herself. If she could only remember, she would feel better. She hated not knowing. The last thing she needed was more anxiety about something else.
Giving up, Evelyn made her way back to the bed to get some much needed rest. She must have been drunker than she had realized. It was the only explanation she could come up with. Next time, she’d definitely catch a ride with one of her friends.
* * * *
Brandon had heard Evelyn leave. A part of him almost called out to her, but he knew that she needed space. He couldn’t believe she had slept so long. Well, he did have one hell of a time erasing some of her memories. That had barely even been accomplished, and now he knew why.
There was no doubt in his mind that Evelyn had been marked by a werewolf. How had he missed it earlier when they were having sex? It had been there, right above her left breast, and he hadn’t even noticed it. If the bond wouldn’t have been in her blood, he would have never thought to check her body.
So the question was who had marked Evelyn for his mate and then left her, never removing the mark. It was like he was holding on to her, just in case he changed his mind. It was cruel. She’d never be able to get over him with that mark in place.
He’d have to tell Taylor. Maybe Taylor would change his mind about getting even if he knew that it wasn’t her fault she couldn’t be more emotional.
Brandon closed his eyes and felt the heat of her blood warming him. She had been so rich, so sweet that he hadn’t wanted to ever stop. The slowing of her heart had made him look up to check on her, and before he knew it, she was gone, passed out. Fear like nothing he had ever felt before twisted his stomach, but he knew she wouldn’t have been harmed from the small amount he had taken.
After checking her pulse, he had known she was going to be fine. But what had happened had something to do with her mark. It had shut her down, mentally putting her into some kind of hibernation mode. Did the person who placed the mark on her know what Brandon had done? Without a doubt. When it came to the invasion of fangs, the bond was like an alarm system, notifying the wolf that he needed to protect his mate.
Brandon got up from the bed and prepared to get dressed and ready. If he was going to place a bet, he’d bet the wolf would be coming, and soon. There was no way he was going to miss who this lucky man was. Probably one of her lovers, and he couldn’t wait to see which one that might be.
* * * *
The sound of “Margaritaville” had Evelyn blinking her eyes. The first thing that ran through her mind was she must be late for work. The clock on the nightstand said it was nine o’clock.
“Fuck!” She sprang from the bed, grabbing her phone from the clutch that was still resting on the floor where she had dropped it. The moment everything came flooding back, she realized that Melissa wasn’t calling to see why she wasn’t at the office.
“This better be damn good.” Evelyn groaned, falling back to the bed. The racing of her heart was already providing all the lullaby she needed to get back to dreamland where she belonged. The cloudiness in her mind was still a bit disorienting.
“You should have never left last night. We had a blast.”
Evelyn laughed. It was a pitiful sound from the raw throat now plaguing her. Too much screaming, she presumed.
“Damn, that sucks to be you, but my night was beyond spectacular…I think,” she said, her words breaking at the end.
“You fucked Brandon, didn’t you?” Melissa gasped.
Evelyn laughed again, feeling her voice lose sound about halfway through. “Yes, I think I did. Too bad it won’t happen again. He was amazing from what I remember, but I don’t need to tell him that. I’m sure the whole resort heard me screaming his name.”
“You lucky bitch. I really need to find someone like that. You wouldn’t happen to know anyone, would you?”
Annoyed by the scratchy feeling, Evelyn tried clearing her throat, but that only seemed to make it worse. “I’ll find you someone. Who did Julie end up going home with last night?”
“Oh my God, you’re never going to guess. Do you remember that guy you did the bet on, Bill?”
Evelyn froze. “Yes, I remember. She went home with Bill last night? I thought she was bet to do that one guy she thought was cute.”
“Yeah, I bet her. I couldn’t resist. I wanted to see if she had as much luck as you did. He’s one lucky bastard, the only one who’s ever fucked all of us. She wasn’t really into the other guy so much. She liked Bill a lot more.”
The smile that slid across Evelyn’s face couldn’t be helped. She had been so close to seeing him there. If Brandon hadn’t shown up, then she probably would have stayed long enough to see him. Maybe she would have been the one to leave with him. It didn’t bother her, though. If she had to pick one, it would have been Brandon, even though she couldn’t remember all of their “lovemaking.” And that was a damn shame.
“Yeah, you’re right about that. What about Sarah? Did she leave with her bet?”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” Melissa said quietly.
“This has got to be good. Tell me,” Evelyn said, sitting up in the bed. Her voice was barely a whisper.
“No one. She left with absolutely no one. Can you fucking believe that? It shocked my panties clear off.”
Evelyn laughed, falling back to the bed. “Yeah, well, it’s hard to believe. You don’t think she’ll be upset with the whole Brandon thing, do you?”
“She’ll get over it. You know she doesn’t stay fixated for long.”
“Yeah, I hope not. Well, as you can hear my voice, it is about gone. I’m going back to bed. I’ll call you later if I can speak.”
“Yeah yeah, quit sucking dick. I think it’s more a case of cock-initis. I’ll get you a dose of penis-illin to make it go away.”
“You bitch.” Evelyn laughed. “Bye,” she said and hung up.
The phone clinked against the nightstand, and Evelyn curled into a ball, hugging the robe closer around her. Who was she kidding? There was no way she was going to be able to fall back to sleep. The shower sounded very good about now.
Her legs felt like rubber, and the aches covering her body were shocking. Oh well, the price one pays for passion is well worth the pounding, she thought as she grabbed the belt of the robe.