E.V.I.E.: 13 Slayers, 13 Missions

by Lexi C. Foss

  As I was walking up the sidewalk to my house, I heard a strange sound directly overhead. I came to an abrupt stop and craned my head back to stare up at the dark sky. There was only a sliver of the moon providing light, but my enhanced sight allowed me to spot the figure circling overhead. “What the hell?”

  Unless dragons flew a fuck of a lot faster than airplanes, I had no idea how the slayer had managed to get here so quickly. Maybe E.V.I.E. had already given her the case without talking to Connor about it. If so, my alpha was going to rip their director a new one for his oversight.

  Denica must’ve spotted me because she dropped to the street in front of my house, changing back to her human form faster than I’d ever seen someone make the change before. I barely had the chance to appreciate the beauty of her dragoness with its green and purple incandescent scales before I took in how stunning she was in her human form. Her thick, dark hair hung straight down her back, and her eyes were a piercing shade of green with flames swirling—a sign that she had her fire magic to thank for the swiftness of her shift. She was about five and a half feet tall with a sleek, athletic build. But she still had delicate curves in all the right places, and her pale skin looked smooth as silk. I had no doubt she attracted male attention wherever she went, and just the idea of some guy hitting on her had my tiger pushing against my skin.

  He needed to calm his ass down. I’d given him an entire weekend to roam free and work through whatever was making him so restless, and the last thing I needed was for him to act up around an E.V.I.E. slayer while we hunted down a vampire together.

  “Can you point me in the direction of Connor Tigre’s house?” she asked, flinging a bag over her shoulder.

  “He’s a few doors that way”—I pointed over my shoulder to the left—“but we weren’t expecting you so soon.”

  She reached the curb, her eyes widening and her confident stride faltering. At first, I figured she was surprised I knew why she was in town, but then her scent reached me. I pulled the intoxicating mixture with an underlying hint of chocolate and mint deep into my lungs and finally understood why my tiger had been acting so out of character lately. He’d somehow known this moment was coming—I had found my fated mate.

  He pushed for control, and it took all my willpower to rein him in. No way in hell was I going to let my tiger’s impatience set the tone for my first time with my mate. This moment was too damn important. Denica was going to be everything to me for the rest of our very long lives. “Mine.”

  She gave me a quick nod to acknowledge the undeniable fact of who we were to each other and growled, “Mate.”

  Our gazes locked, and the pull between us grew stronger. None of my fellow streak members were out and about, but I still felt a driving need to drag her into my home so none of the single males could see Denica until I’d laid my claim on her. I needed to get my mark on her shoulder to warn everyone else off from the sexy dragon who was meant to be mine.

  None of the streak members in my generation were mated, so I was only familiar with the process from stories I’d been told. I’d been warned about how strong the magnetism was between mates when meeting, but nothing could’ve prepared me for the overwhelming need to claim my mate. Nothing else mattered—not even my alpha or responsibilities to the streak. Only her.

  Pushing down my impatience, I held my hand out to Denica. As much as I wanted to rush to her and sweep her off her feet, my instincts were telling me she would prefer to come to me instead. And I liked the idea of seeing her choose me by closing the small distance between us. My inner tiger wasn’t as thrilled with my decision, but he got over it when she didn’t hesitate to come closer and take my hand.

  Neither of us said anything as I led her into my house and headed directly to my bedroom. We both knew what was coming and quickly stripped out of our clothes. Ripping my shirt from my body and dropping it to the floor, I kept my gaze on Denica’s lithe form while she bared inch after inch of silky smooth skin. She made quick work of her top, followed by her bra. A growl rumbled up my chest when her pert tits popped free, the rosy pink tips pebbled into tight little nubs that I couldn’t wait to suck into my mouth. Her cheeks and chest flushed with arousal, and the scent of her need filled the room, making my rock-hard cock press against my zipper.

  I kicked off my shoes and yanked off my socks, my jeans quickly following their path to the ground. I was going commando, so my cock sprang free, long and hard with a bead of pre-come dripping from the purple tip. Denica mirrored my actions—pausing to unstrap a pair of daggers from her upper thighs, which was hot as fuck—and was soon standing in front of me in nothing but a pair of black panties. As I scanned her gorgeous body from head to toe, heat roared through my veins. “Fate must really fucking love me.”

  “I have no complaints over here, either.” She tilted her head to the side, feminine appreciation shining from her pretty green eyes, and a lock of dark hair spilled over her shoulder and looped around her breast. “Except maybe that you’re too far away from me.”

  We leaped toward each other, and I wrapped my hand around the back of her head. Capturing her mouth, I swept my tongue inside to tangle with hers. Needing more, I slanted my head to deepen the kiss. My tiger wanted to devour her whole, and my incisors pushed against my gums when I tore my mouth away from hers to nibble my way down her throat. “I need the taste of you in my mouth before I sink my cock deep inside your tight pussy.”

  “Goddess, yes,” she breathed, jumping up and wrapping her legs around my waist.

  I stalked over to the bed and tossed her on the mattress. Following her down, I levered myself over her body and wrapped my lips around a stiff, pink nipple. She moaned and threaded her fingers through my hair, urging me closer to her chest. Moving my attention to the other side, I glided my hand down the smooth skin of her belly and dipped under her panties. I slipped through her wetness to sink a finger into her pussy. “Can’t wait to feel your heat wrapped around my dick.”

  Her hips lifted off the mattress to meet the thrust of my fingers. “Yes, hurry. I want you inside me now.”

  “Not until I get my mouth on your pussy.” I trailed my lips down her body, tugging her panties off so there would be nothing in my way when I ate her out. Lowering my head, I sucked her clit into my mouth and grinned when her hips bucked. I gripped my mate’s waist to hold her in place while I skimmed my tongue along her pussy lips before circling back up to her clit, adding an extra finger while I pumped in and out of her. I wanted her worked up and dripping with need before I pushed her over the edge.

  “That feels so good,” she panted, clenching her hands in the sheets on either side of her body.

  Twisting my wrist, I stroked the spot deep inside her channel guaranteed to drive her wild. I kept at her until she was writhing on the bed. She was only moments away from her impending orgasm, and her body was drawn tight when I removed my fingers and parted her with my tongue. Flattening it and licking upward, I savored her flavor before circling her clit again. Then I sucked the hard nub into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue. She went flying, riding my tongue and hand while her scream of release echoed through the room. Now that I’d swallowed down her orgasm, it was time for me to fuck my mate.

  5

  Denica

  I was still coming down from my orgasm when my fated mate moved up my body and notched the tip of his dick at my entrance. “There’s no going back from this. You’re mine. My mate. Forever.”

  Arching against him, I met his eyes so he could see how much I wanted this. “You’re mine, too. Take me now before I flip us over and ride your dick until we’re both coming.”

  “I like how you think, my fierce little mate.” Coming from anyone else, I might have been tempted to grab one of my daggers off the floor. But the mixture of masculine approval and intense desire in his eyes made it clear that he didn’t mean it in a condescending way, and I didn’t feel the need to prove how skilled I was at fighting. The only thing I needed was his cock thrust
ing inside me, and that’s exactly what I got.

  With one hand at my hip and the other holding the back of my thigh, he pressed into me slowly, inch by inch, until he was balls deep in my pussy and stretching me to the edge of my comfort zone. I pressed my hands against his chest, enjoying the feel of the springy hair beneath my skin before I lifted my arms to twine them around his neck. “Give me a second to get used to how big you are.”

  “Take all the time you need.” He lowered his head to press a kiss to the corner of my mouth, his well past five o’clock shadow scraping my cheek and making me shiver. “I’m happy as fuck to have your perfect pussy clenching my dick like a silk-covered fist.”

  A giggle bubbled up my chest at his description, and the slight motion had a jolt of pleasure racing up my spine. “I’m thinking it won’t take long at all.”

  “Just give me the word, and I’ll fuck you until you milk all the come from my cock,” he murmured against the sensitive skin in the valley between my breasts.

  “The.” I wiggled my hips and didn’t feel any discomfort, only intense pleasure. Digging my nails into his shoulders, I added, “Word.”

  “Not sure what I did in my life to earn you, but I’m grateful as hell for whatever it was,” he rasped, wrapping my leg around his waist. I lifted the other and locked my ankles together behind his back, driving him deeper inside. That was all the encouragement he needed to inch his hips backward, his hard length slowly dragging against my inner walls. When only the crown was still lodged in my entrance, he slammed back in with one hard thrust. “Fuck, your pussy feels so perfect.”

  He jerked back and plunged in. “Hot.”

  Then he repeated the motion. “Wet.”

  And once again with even more force, driving me into the mattress. “Tight.”

  Lowering his head, he claimed my mouth in a passionate kiss. My fingers stroked through his thick, dark hair to press against his scalp while his tongue stroked in and out in sync with the motion of his hips. Over and over again until my body clenched. Lifting one of my legs to place it over his shoulder, my mate powered into me so hard that the headboard banged against the wall.

  “So close,” I panted against his lips, gliding my hands down to clutch at his arms. His biceps bunched beneath my palms as he pumped into me, hard and fast.

  My mate lifted his head, his eyes burning into mine as my orgasm built. “Let go, baby. Come for me. Now.”

  My hips lifted to meet him thrust for thrust until I finally flew over the edge again. My pussy clamped down hard around his dick, triggering his orgasm. Jets of hot come splashed against my walls, and the sensation pushed my release to the next level. I felt as though it went on forever. When it was finally ebbing, I felt the sting of my fated mate’s teeth on my shoulder, which set off another series of spasms deep in my womb.

  He held them there without breaking my skin, fueling my need for his bite to the point where I was beyond reason. Cementing the connection between fated mates took place in three stages. We’d done a hell of a job with the mating part, and I didn’t want to wait for the marking. I dropped my hands down to his butt cheeks, and my claws burst through the tips of my fingers. Careful not to let them dig too deeply into his skin, I ordered, “Mark me, mate.”

  I felt every centimeter his fangs lengthened as he sank them into my shoulder, and the pleasure was more intense than anything I’d ever felt before. After the releases he’d already wrung from me, I didn’t think it was possible, but another orgasm roared through my body. The need to leave my mark on him as well rode me hard, and I bit down on his left pec. My mate’s cock grew harder inside me, and I swore I saw stars behind my eyes as he began to thrust into me all over again. When he pulled his teeth from my shoulder and licked over his mark, the inferno of passion building inside me reached a boiling point. I did the same to the imprint of my teeth on his chest and took my mate along for the ride.

  After we caught our breath, he pulled out of me, and we slumped side by side on the mattress. “Well, that was unexpected.”

  I was having a difficult time wrapping my head around the fact that I’d found my mate before I’d even had the chance to begin my hunt for the vampire I was tasked with finding. Let alone on an assignment I’d taken since my brother couldn’t handle the situation for the shifter council because he was busy searching for any sign his elusive mate had left behind. How I’d ended up mated before him was a mystery to me, but there was no denying what had just happened and who the tiger shifter was to me.

  Suddenly it hit me how I was referring to my mate in my head. I jackknifed to a sitting position and glared at him. “I don’t even know your name!”

  His dark eyes widened in surprise, and then he roared with laughter. It was more than a little funny, considering my pussy was full of his come and his mark was on my shoulder, so I collapsed against his chest and joined in. When we got a hold of ourselves, my mate finally introduced himself. Tilting my head back with a finger under my chin, he said, “I’m Trey Kaplan, head enforcer of the Tigre streak.”

  My dragoness preened at hearing our mate’s position, impressed that his alpha had chosen him as his second. Chuckling softly, I shook my head. “You guys aren’t very subtle when it comes to picking out names around here, huh?”

  “What do you mean?” His lips curved up in a small smile as he pretended not to know what I was referring to.

  Wanting to start off the way we’d continue, I called him on it. “If I’m not mistaken, your last name means tiger in Turkish. Your alpha’s last name translates to tiger in Spanish and Italian. And one of his ancestors named the town Tigerville, of all things.”

  “When you rattle it all off like that, I guess you have a point,” he conceded, a considering gleam entering his dark eyes. “But most people wouldn’t catch the first two. How many languages do you speak?”

  “I’m only fluent in English, but I know a smattering of several others.” I did a quick mental tally. “Maybe six where I could at least get by with the locals during a visit to the country.”

  “Sexy, dangerous, and smart.” He gave me a quick kiss. “I’ll say it again because it bears repeating—fate must really fucking love me.”

  Blushing had never been my thing, but I felt my cheeks fill with heat at his compliment. “Don’t be too impressed. My parents were big on us studying foreign languages, and my brother did way better than me. He could probably move to any number of countries and pick up the local language in no time flat.”

  Trey shook his head. “I never would’ve thought my fated mate would turn out to be Damien Veles’s sister. Which I guess makes sense since Connor and I didn’t even know he had one.”

  It felt super weird to be talking about my brother while I was naked. Rolling off the bed, I grabbed his shirt off the floor and tossed it over my head. As soon as I had my arms through the holes, Trey yanked me back by the hem, and I fell on top of him. I could’ve escaped his hold using any number of self-defense techniques I had learned during my study of martial arts, but I liked being sprawled across his broad chest. I didn’t want to cut off my nose to spite my face, metaphorically speaking, so I stayed put.

  6

  Trey

  Resting her cheek against my chest, Denica covered her mouth as she yawned. I sifted my fingers through her silky hair, happier than I had ever remembered being before. Lying here quietly with my mate was incredibly satisfying, and my tiger was completely relaxed. The smug bastard was curled up inside my head grinning, but I couldn’t blame him—we’d hit the jackpot with our sexy and capable mate.

  “Man, it’s been a crazy day,” she mumbled.

  I slid my hand down her back, tucking it under the soft cotton of my shirt to stroke her spine. “Crazy good.”

  “Only the past hour or so.” She yawned again. “But the rest of my day has been crazy hectic. I accepted and fulfilled a bounty in the same day, plus I took on a new one when it was the last thing I wanted to do—”

  “Thank fuck you
agreed,” I interjected, unwilling to think about how badly it would’ve sucked if she hadn’t. “The shit that’s going down in Pine Ridge is awful, but it’s what brought you to me.”

  “Yeah, finding you more than made the quick back-to-back trips worthwhile,” she agreed with a smile as she lightly stroked her fingers over where she’d bitten me on my chest. Female shifters didn’t have to return their mate’s bite to complete their bond, but I was thrilled as fuck that Denica had chosen to leave her mark on me. It made me want to leave even more signs that she belonged to me all over her smooth skin.

  I was contemplating where I might want to do that next when her stomach let out a little rumble. “When’s the last time you ate?”

  She bit her bottom lip and shook her head. “Does whipped cream on top of spiked hot chocolate count as food?”

  “Not even close.” I nudged her off my chest, rolled off the mattress, and tugged her to her feet. “C’mon, I’ll make you something.”

  “You don’t have to go to all that trouble. A small snack will be enough to get me through until morning,” she argued as she followed me out of the room.

  “I wouldn’t be a worthy mate if I didn’t see to your needs,” I disagreed, leading her into the kitchen.

  Jumping onto one of the stools lining the front of the counter, she snickered. “You already did that. Three times.”

  “Damn straight.” I cupped her cheeks with my hands and tilted her head back for a deep kiss before I went over to rummage in my fridge. “But I need to make sure you’re in top form before we head over to Pine Ridge later today.”