Coyote: Salvation Ghosts MC (Defiant Love Saga Book 2)

by Daniela Jackson

  “You look better,” he says as he sits down on the floor, cross-legged, and grabs a fork.

  I flop from the sofa and sit down beside him. “I feel better.” I grab a fork and pierce a piece of carrot. I put it into my mouth and swallow. It tastes of caramel and spices. “Where is the meat?”

  “I thought you were vegetarian.”

  “I was until I met you.” I erupt into laughter and throw my arms around his neck.

  “I’ll cook something meaty tomorrow then.”

  “You’d better. I mean this is delicious, but I need something… something…” I sink my fingers into his hair as though some higher force is guiding me. “Somebody.” I settle myself onto his lap, his cock so massive and hard beneath my ass. “I need you inside me.”

  Yes, I just said that. I stiffen as embarrassment burns my insides. My face feels like it’s on fire.

  Coyote’s eyes fill with sadness as his jaw muscles twitch. “I want you, Evelyn.”

  “But?”

  “It’s complicated.”

  I pull away from him, but he grips my waist and grinds me against his hard-on. His smell hits me hard, diffuses into my veins, and makes me feel insane.

  “I love you,” Coyote says, his voice raspy with desire.

  “But?” I dig my fingers into his shoulders. My God, his skin is so hot that it almost burns mine. “I’m too old and it wouldn’t look good, huh?”

  I can be pathetic. It’s like he can get all my fears and doubts out of my head. Like he can make me turn into a desperate little girl. I’m mute, but I’m pleading for his attention. I’m begging for his touch. I’m dying for his kiss.

  He grunts as though he’s irritated. His hand lands on my cheek and his lips slam on mine. He tumbles us over so I’m on my back and he’s on top of me.

  “You look good when you’re beneath me,” he rasps. “And you look good when you’re beside me on the street.”

  His lips crush mine, demand and possess. His tongue thrusts in, and I taste the caramel and carrot and him. He wraps my thigh around his hip and rubs his hard cock against my crotch like he’s already inside me.

  Then we just kiss. It’s slow and tender, accompanied by the dance of our hands. Our fingers laced together, our mouths in unison, our breaths as one. It’s mystical. It’s ours.

  He said he loved me. Yes, our kisses are steeped in love. It’s wonderful. It’s heartbreaking when Coyote slides his body off me.

  I feel dizzy. Black sparks dance in front of my eyes. Coyote helps me clamber onto the sofa, and I curl up into a ball. I feel like I’ve been ill for a month. My heart hammers in my chest and the ceiling spins. My limp body refuses to cooperate, a cold sweat pricks my skin, and I fall into oblivion.

  Coyote

  She’s been asleep for fifteen hours so I decide to wake her. She shudders as I stroke her cheek with my fingers.

  “Good afternoon,” I say. “How are you?”

  “I don’t know. Better, I guess.”

  “Dinner is ready. Spaghetti Bolognese. A very meaty meal for my very hungry girl.”

  She chuckles, her voice so warm and melodious. “I can’t wait to try it.”

  She gets up and looks herself up and down. A half-smile plays on her lips.

  I scratch my head. “I couldn’t let you sleep in your clothes.” I wink at her. “It’s my job to make your rest as comfortable as possible.”

  She reaches down for a bathrobe thrown over the backrest of a chair and slips into it. I don’t like it. I want her generous naked curves on display all the fucking time.

  “I will only have a shower.” She sinks her fingers into her hair and combs it with the pleasure written all over her face.

  The gesture is so sensual I growl, forcing a startled sigh from her mouth.

  “Sure,” I say.

  I watch her as she exits the room. The sound of her footsteps is like music to me. I hear her use the toilet, and take a shower. Yep, my wolf has very sharp senses.

  I wish I could join her in the shower. I’d wash her luscious body for eternity. I’d kiss every inch of her skin. I’d make her scream with pleasure.

  We catch up in the kitchen.

  Evelyn stands by the stove and takes the lid off the pan. “Wow, I think I’m gonna keep you forever.”

  “That sounds like a plan.”

  She turns to face me. “Are you serious? I mean we’ve known each other for a few days.” She corrects her bathrobe. “I mean it’s madness. You can’t tell a woman you love her after a few days.”

  “I can. I’m a free man. I can tell my bitch how I feel about her.”

  “Your bitch?”

  “My woman?”

  I can see that my words both scare her and excite her. Her cheeks are flushed and her lips are parted.

  “Evelyn, let’s eat.”

  She nods. “Zero hour is tonight.”

  “It’s up to you. I can watch TV with you if you’re not well.”

  “I’m better. I want to go out with you, to have fun.”

  I nod. She’ll be fine until we touch again, so no fucking touching.

  I pile two plates with the food and put them on the table. I drop into the chair opposite Evelyn. We start eating. Well, Evelyn is devouring her food. Her sighs and moans fill the air.

  “This is delicious,” she says, wiping the sauce away from her chin.

  “Everything for my girl.”

  She chuckles. “I stopped being a girl some time ago.”

  “You’ll always be a girl.”

  “Even with a wrinkled face?”

  I nod. “Even with a walking stick.”

  She scrunches a napkin up and throws it at me. I catch it and throw it at her. She dodges it with springy elegance like she’s a wolf. If I were a normal wolf, I could mate with her and curse her so she could become one of us. We’d live a very long and happy life.

  She can already draw from me. It’s so strong between us. We’re already connected on a few levels.

  I need to cut it before it’s too late.

  I will, but not now. In a few days.

  Chapter 6

  Coyote

  Evelyn rises to her feet. “You’re younger than me, so you’re doing the dishes. I need to put make-up on.” She winks at me and walks off.

  Michael appears by the window with the rustle of his white wings. They shimmer and exude a delicate white aura. He folds them and they vanish. He throws a bag with clothes at me. I catch it and nurse it against my chest.

  “A few pairs of jeans, a few t-shirts, and a few pairs of socks,” he says, his voice quiet. “Any other orders, Prospect?”

  “I need more grocery shopping.”

  “You need to wake up, Kid.”

  “I will.” I nod several times. “Soon.”

  “We can make her move out to someplace far from here.”

  “That wouldn’t change anything. I will always feel her.”

  I’d seen Evelyn before the shit with Reagan happened. That was when I was on my job as Balance. Evelyn was one of many—her thoughts were like a murmur, her existence like a drop of water in the ocean. I have no feelings, no attachments when I work as Balance. I do what has to be done. It’s like being a primal force that just is. It rolls over the world and smoothes an invisible hand over all the ripples.

  When I met Evelyn as me, it was like an explosion. I recognised her as my mate at once. I love her so damn very much as Coyote.

  Michael shakes his head, pats my shoulder and disappears with his wings nudging the calendar and two candelabra. I use my speed to steady all the items before they hit the floor.

  Evelyn

  I dig my hands into the wardrobe and move the hangers along the rail. They screech like tormented souls as the clothes rustle.

  I need something sexy. Something casual but at the same time tempting.

  I smile to myself. I’ll need a coffin soon, not sexy clothes.

  A blue dress grips my attention. I could complement it with knee-h
igh boots. I put it on and watch myself in the mirror. The dress has a wrapped top and wide hem. I must admit it makes me look younger.

  I scold myself in my mind. I’m a detective. I’m a mature woman. Yet my life concerns have narrowed to looking good for my boy. Yes, my boy.

  Maybe I could take time off work to spend it with Coyote? I’ve got a lot of money in my bank account. I’ve never had time to spend my earnings.

  I raise my hands to tie my hair into a high ponytail.

  “Ready?” Coyote’s voice makes me shudder.

  “Almost.” I turn to face him.

  I like the way his eyes slide down my body. It’s as though his gaze is devouring me. I love the dangerous yellow flickers in his eyes. I love the wildness and primeval allure his frame oozes.

  I clear my throat. “Not too—“

  “You look beautiful.” There’s raw emotion in his voice.

  My heart leaps. “Thank you.” I slide my feet into my black boots and put a black leather jacket on.

  “Okay.” I huff out. “We’re going out on a date.”

  “Let’s go then.”

  I am the first to exit the room. As I pass him, his manly smell strips me of rationality. I stop, move back and rest my back against his chest. He moans as I rub my ass against his hard on. My God, he’s always hard for me. I take his wrist and rub my cheek against his palm.

  “We’ll be late,” Coyote says with a crack in his voice.

  He pushes me gently away and disappointment floods me. “Let’s go then.”

  My heart pounds in my chest as we leave the house, and I sit on his bike. He settles himself in front of me and starts the engine. I merge with him. We’re as one and it feels so right.

  The ride takes us about two hours, but they feel like two minutes. We turn onto a path that leads us into the woods. Coldness and humidity envelop me as we slow down. A tingle runs down my spine. Jolts of strange energy waft through the air. It feels like I’m touching magic. Right. I’ve spent too much time talking to psychics.

  A former industrial building rises in front of us, and I see a few small houses. The building must have been a factory before it was converted into a house. It’s big enough to accommodate a few families. Coyote parks his bike in the parking lot among other motorcycles and stops the engine. My eyes travel to a man with long white hair and icy blue eyes. He looks like a gorgeous marble sculpture.

  “Hi, Grandpa,” Coyote says.

  My heart freezes. “Grandpa?”

  I don’t know which is more shocking to me—the fact that apparently Coyote wants to introduce me to his family or the fact that his grandpa looks thirty years old at most and wears a biker’s cut.

  A petite girl walks out of the building. She has long black hair that waves down her back and cobalt eyes as intense as bluebonnets.

  Coyote shoves me off the bike. “Evelyn, meet my grandma Adva.”

  “Grandma?” I shriek. The girl looks twenty-two. “That’s…” I’m speechless.

  “Yeah,” Coyote says. “It’s kind of complicated. I mean there’s a lot of us so I have a lot of uncles, aunties, grandpas and grandmas.”

  Adva and I shake hands as Coyote’s grandfather pats my shoulder.

  “Ettrian,” the man says. “Welcome to our family, Human.”

  Adva nudges Ettrian’s chest with her elbow. “Don’t scare her.”

  “Am I fucking scary?” Ettrian glances at me as the coldness of his eyes sends ice to my veins.

  He looks as cold as a glacier but his voice has a warm, husky tinge. My eyes flick over his pointed ears and my heart leaps. But I don’t have time to contemplate that strange anomaly because a girl with long blonde hair walks out and clings to Ettrian’s arm.

  “Our grandson’s first ever girlfriend,” the girl says as her freckled face lights up. Joy and friendliness radiate from her. “My name is Kai. Nice to meet you, Evelyn.” She rises on her tiptoes and pulls Ettrian’s arm down to plant a kiss on the angle of his jaw. “Behave.” It comes out in a melodious whisper, bringing the images of sea waves to my mind.

  My knees bend as the smell of sea settles in my nostrils, and Coyote grips my arms from behind to steady me. I don’t understand anything. Those two girls look like they’re in college. More girls walk out of the building. They surround me, touch my hair, and shoot me curious glances. All of them are college age. I feel so old it hurts.

  A thought floats through my head. Being with Coyote makes me look younger. I’m happy with him and my happiness seems to be very beneficial to my appearance. Hell yeah, a young boyfriend will do me good.

  Kai grabs my hand and squeezes it for a moment and then she pulls Ettrian’s arm and they move back so the others can greet me. Stare at me like I’m a colourful reptile.

  “Evelyn, right?” A girl with long almond hair and black eyes says. She makes me think of old graveyards, like those near medieval villages. “I’m Talia. My ghosts are saying you’re cool.”

  “Talia, don’t scare her,” a girl similar to Talia says. They look like twin sisters with one exception—Talia has no eye-patch. “Or we’ll have to clean up her memory.” She extends her arm to shake hands with me. “Heather.”

  I step back as my back rests against Coyote’s chest.

  “Heather and Talia are joking,” Coyote says into my ear. “Don’t pay attention.”

  He pushes me forward and I bounce off Heather. She grips my arms, rises on her tiptoes and kisses both my cheeks.

  “Welcome to the family,” Heather says. She grabs my wrist and pulls me inside the building. “I’ll show you around.”

  I enter a bar. Industrial lamps hang from the ceiling adorned with metal arches as couches and low tables stand on the stone floor. It must be their clubhouse because I see a few bikers seated on the barstools. The logo on the back of their cuts reads the Shadow Immortals MC. I’ve never heard of them. No, I actually heard some myths. There’s an urban legend about immortal heroes who protect the world. Teens talk about the Shadow Immortals MC all the time. Some of them even claim that they’ve seen their angel wings. Obviously, the people around me are no angels. They’re young, that’s all. It must be good genes.

  Heather pushes me onto a couch and Talia takes a seat beside me. Adva watches me for a moment, her porcelain face as cold as an iceberg.

  “Have fun, kids,” Adva says, raising one of her thick eyebrows, and she walks off.

  Heather slams a bottle of vodka on the table and sits down at my other side. I can’t see Coyote, just those young women all around me. They giggle and whisper and shoot me curious glances.

  Heather pours me a shot and shoves it into my hand. “Drink.”

  My cop’s instincts tell me to remain alert. “I don’t drink alcohol. Sorry.”

  Heather’s good eye fixes on mine. “Drink.”

  I feel like there’s no me for a moment, just her voice pervading my whole being. A force urges me to obey her. I down my shot and the fire from the alcohol causes me to cough.

  Heather pours me another shot. “Drink.”

  “No, thank you,” I say, my voice hoarse.

  “You’re strong-minded,” Heather says and nods several times. She grabs the shot and downs it.

  Talia chuckles. “She’s tougher than I thought she would be.”

  Pleasant warmth spreads in my veins, and I crave for Coyote to be close to me. He appears out of nowhere and Talia rises to her feet so he can sit down beside me. He throws his arm over my back and draws me closer to him. His hot lips touch my forehead.

  “So sweet,” Heather says as she downs another shot.

  A redhead stands in front of me and stares at me. “Brass, come here, baby. She’s here.” Excitement coats her voice.

  “My mom, Amaia,” Coyote says.

  I attempt to lift my ass, but I’m too weak. The redhead chuckles and leans towards me. She cups my face in both her hands and kisses my forehead. A man with black hair and wolf-like eyes stands beside Coyote’s mom and scratches his
head.

  “My dad, Brass,” Coyote says.

  I manage only a stupid smile because my body floats in some kind of languor.

  Another shot glass is shoved into my hand. I down it, and my mind whirls. Laughter wafts through the air. Voices surround me, and they say warm words, funny words, loving words. She’s pretty. She’s nice. She could fit in here.

  “Coyote,” I say as I turn my face to his.

  His grin makes my stomach flutter. I put my hand on his unshaven cheek.

  “Who are you, people?” I say.

  Heather nudges my chest with her elbow. She throws her arm over my back and sticks a shot glass under my nose. A kid squats down in front of me. He fixes his navy eyes onto mine, putting his clawed hands on his cheeks.

  “Our little demon,” Heather says. “He’s adorable.” She chuckles. “Most of the time.”

  A massive man with navy eyes and clawed hands elbows his ways towards the boy. The man grabs him and the boy giggles. Something dark radiates from both of them. Something… demonic. I shudder as they walk off, replaced by a man with brooding grey eyes and short black hair.

  “Theo,” Heather squeaks as she blinks a few times.

  Theo flashes me a grin, leans over Heather and settles himself on the couch with her form in his lap.

  “Don’t drink with my wife,” Theo says to me. “She’ll finish you off.”

  Heather turns into a good girl within an instant. “A few shots, baby. I thought it would do her good.”

  Theo crosses his arm over her chest as he whispers something into her ear. Heather giggles. Her eyes start burning, yes, burning like two real flames. Her hair burns like a real flame for a split second and the smell of ash wafts through the air. I blink. No, that’s not possible. It must be the alcohol in my veins. I don’t think the stuff they serve here is even legal.

  Heather throws her arms around her husband’s neck and kisses him like shame is an alien emotion to her. I can see the love between them—it’s fierce, ardent, and unbreakable.

  “Prez,” Theo says, tearing his mouth off his wife’s with a shameless wet, sound.

  My eyes travel to a man with short brown hair and grey eyes. One corner of his lips crooks up. I can sense he’s the boss here. He watches me like I’m a piece on the exhibition.