The weight of Brandon’s cock came to rest on her lower stomach. She moaned at the hardness that she couldn’t wait to feel sliding inside of her.
Chapter 7
Brandon broke his lips away from Evelyn’s and looked down at her. Something in his conscience told him not to do what he was about to do. Warmth began to form around the edges of his cold heart. The greenness of her eyes held so much pain and passion that he wasn’t sure which one was making him react the way he was. She was a job, nothing more.
“Evelyn, tell me you want me to make love to you,” he said, watching the reactions in her face.
She looked repulsed. “No, I want you to fuck me, not make love to me.”
“But you’re supposed to be playing the submissive, remember?” he said, gently laughing. Evelyn rolled her eyes, making him laugh again. Something in Brandon’s chest fluttered.
At the new sensation, he wanted to curse. This wasn’t good. He knew deep down he should stop with the love nonsense, but just thinking about fucking her without passion didn’t sit well with him.
“Tell me. Whisper for me to make love to you the way no man ever has. Let me do this for you, Evelyn. I have to do this.” Brandon wedged his fingers between their bodies and rubbed the outside of her wet folds. “Tell me how much you want me. Please, let me hear you say it.” He slid a finger deep inside Evelyn’s tight entrance.
* * * *
Evelyn moaned, staring into the golden depths of Brandon’s eyes. Everything began to swim. Just looking into his eyes, she could feel herself get sucked into them. His words were enough to make her run, but his eyes kept her rooted to the bed. Just looking into them had her wanting to say the words, had her wanting to beg him to be careful and tender. The words “making love” meant a lot to Evelyn, and it was something she hadn’t experienced since Stephen. Shaking her head, she tried to break away from his hypnotic gaze, but her eyes kept coming back to his.
“Tell me, Evelyn. You know you want to feel that again. Let me give it to you. All you have to do is ask.”
Suddenly, she felt the pull of his eyes give way, and she was able to look away and think by herself. Did she want that? Isn’t that what Julie had been talking about earlier? If she gave in, would everything get easier?
“Make love to me, Brandon. Show me what passion and pleasure are supposed to feel like.”
The words poured from her mouth, and within them, something left her body. Evelyn all of a sudden felt lighter. Brandon looked down at her amazed.
“Wow, that was easier than I thought. I was expecting you to give me a hard time. Well, if you insist, I would love to,” he said, smiling.
She watched him lower his face down to her and kiss her slowly. With his smooth, wet tongue, he explored, and he nibbled on her lips while both of his hands cradled her face. Evelyn was swept away at the sensations bursting through her. She had made it a rule not to kiss, to numb herself in case she ever was, but she wasn’t immune to this.
Brandon’s ragged breath brushed against her as he rested his forehead against hers. “Damn,” he said, engulfing her in his sweet breath.
She closed her eyes at the smell, taking it all in. What he was trying to accomplish by “making love” to her, Evelyn wasn’t sure. But he obviously had issues himself, and although this was something he had started, she was going to make sure he finished it.
Gently, Evelyn copied his actions and, cradling his face, brought his lips back down to hers. This time, he wasn’t gentle. Brandon attacked her mouth with such built-up passion that she let go of his face, wrapped her arms around his neck, and drew him closer.
“Why is it you affect me like this?” Brandon said against her lips.
The bed shifted as he moved down. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, lightly biting and pulling it toward him. A cry escaped Evelyn’s throat and she couldn’t stop her fingers from sinking into his hair, bringing him closer against her breast. Suction drew her deeper into his mouth until she thought she would scream.
Their nude bodies sliding against each other was electrifying. Every pore on Evelyn tingled with awareness. Fucking was one thing. Yes, you had foreplay, but not like this. He was intentionally making sure that she enjoyed everything he was doing.
Brandon moved his lips down, searing a path of fire between her ribs until he reached her lower stomach. Evelyn wiggled and moaned under his nibbling. His hands spread her thighs wide to make room for him to position his lips over her folds.
The first lick to her clit made her jump. She was so sensitive that the pleasure was almost painful. He used the wetness of his tongue to trace her, separating her, easing her apart to gain him entrance.
Feeling impatient, Evelyn twisted to look down at him. All she could see was dark hair haloed against his pale face. His golden eyes penetrated hers while he tortured her by sliding his lips back over her clit. The moment he sucked her into his mouth, Evelyn’s upper body came off the bed.
“Fuck…please, you have to fuck me.”
His head shook no, which caused his mouth to tug her pussy back and forth against the suction. Evelyn collapsed onto the bed, moaning. She had forgotten they were “making love.” Right.
She cut off her thoughts before they took over. This was a game. She would have to remember that. It was her personal bet, nothing more. Yes, she was going to be intimate, but that was it, nothing more. Feelings would not be established here tonight. She’d make sure of that.
* * * *
Brandon began to plunge his tongue deeply inside of her. The taste was enough to keep him intoxicated. She tasted so pure, so sweet that he couldn’t get enough. Possessiveness prodded at him while he tried to push the emotion away. He wasn’t possessive about anyone. If he was going to do his job, he couldn’t very well fall for her, too. Taylor had made her out to be cold, and cruel. Although he could see where Taylor might think that, he wasn’t so sure that was the real her.
Evelyn’s hips arched to take in more. While he continued to thrust with his tongue, he added two fingers, licking her juices off while he teased them into her. The orgasm sent spasms over her limbs and left her gasping for air as tremors shook her.
Brandon stood and opened his bedside drawer. Heavy-lidded eyes stared over at him, widening as they took in his body. Damn, that look was going to haunt his dreams. What the hell had he gotten himself into?
* * * *
Evelyn noticed how close his cock was. Still lightheaded from her orgasm, she lifted her head and rested it in his lap. Captivated, she took his thick cock in her hand. Placing her lips around the thick tip, she traced her tongue around his width in circles. Peppermint mixed with his salty pre-come enveloped her. Did he bath in this stuff? She didn’t care. She wanted to drown in it, to take in as much as she possibly could.
Brandon groaned above her, stroking her hair while she plunged more of his length deeper inside of her mouth.
“Evelyn,” he whispered.
Faster, she stroked his cock, with her hand meeting her mouth. Nothing was going to put an end to what she was doing. Submissive or not, he wasn’t going to stop her from tasting him.
Evelyn’s mind went frantic with thoughts of him trying to prevent her. She didn’t ever want to stop. Something possessed her and drove her forward. Using her hand, she stroked faster and took him in deeper. He was so close. She could taste it, could feel him growing thicker under her palm.
“Evelyn, you have to stop,” he said, his voice stressed.
Brandon tried pulling back, but she sucked harder, impossibly taking in more. “Evelyn, I’m serious, you have to stop now, or else…”
She cradled his sac, pushing up a fraction yet massaging it at the same time. Fingers gripped tighter in her hair, and then she felt it. Brandon shuddered, and she knew it was time. Something loud snapped the moment his come poured into her mouth. She took her time to swallow, letting herself memorize and bask in this exact flavor.
“Holy shit. You didn’t stop…”
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Evelyn looked up at him. Tense, he still had his fingers wrapped in her hair. His other hand was on the nightstand, a now-broken nightstand. Evelyn’s jaw dropped.
“How did you do that?” she asked, bewildered. Something wasn’t right with him. His eyes were a lighter gold, almost yellow, and with the wood snapping, plus his knowing everything earlier with the smells, something wasn’t adding up. The uncertainty teased her thoughts before she could push them away.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
Brandon looked confused, like he truly didn’t know what she was talking about. Her eyes traveled to the nightstand again and then back to his eyes. Taking in her gaze, he followed it to the table. He looked at her just as shocked as she felt. It was as though he didn’t recall snapping the wood into pieces.
“I think I should go.” Evelyn heard the cautiousness in her voice. A very large part of her didn’t want to know what was going on. She just wanted to escape back to her apartment.
“No, don’t go, please. Give me one night. That’s all I ask, please.”
He got quiet for a few seconds while she studied his face. The pull of his eyes had her shaking her head back and forth. It diminished within seconds. Should she do this? Would one night be okay? Surely she was overreacting about these stupid fears. He was strong, so what.
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 lik
e 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.
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