19. Evangeline

“What can I do for you, E?” Mia asked.

“Zabiza’s location in my file. He keeps moving, so the location changes constantly, but he’s already gone by the time we get to his last known one. Is there a way for you to send live location updates to my phone?” I asked her hopefully.

We wouldn’t get anywhere if we couldn’t get to these locations faster. The guys were watching me with somewhat confused expressions. “Mia?” Jett mouthed.

I waved my hand at him. I’d explain Mia to them later.

“I don’t think it’s been done before, mostly because I don’t think it’s ever been necessary, but I can’t think of a reason why we couldn’t do that. Let me play around in the system and see what I can do,” Mia replied excitedly.

“Thanks, Mia. You’re the best. Let me know when you have something.” I hung up on her and pocketed my phone. Hopefully, she could come through for us. We grabbed take-out for dinner on the way home since none of us were particularly excited to cook anything after our lack of progress today.

“So, who is Mia?” Kase asked as we ate.

“She is my analyst with Femme Fatale,” I replied. “I had lunch with her the other day because she sensed I needed a friend. She’s a really sweet girl who wants to become an assassin one day. If anyone can figure out a better system to track Zabiza, it will be her.”

“Can we trust her?” Rylan asked.

“I do. I know I only just met her, but I trust her,” I replied.

After dinner, we went for a walk on the beach and watched the sunset before going to our rooms for the night. I requested to sleep alone again. There was so much we needed to get done that it almost felt like there wasn’t time for mate bond relationship stuff. My brain didn’t want to focus on any of that. I knew I would have to stop hiding from it, but for now, I needed solitude to think more.

And think I did. I couldn’t get my brain to turn off as I tossed and turned in bed, trying to force myself to fall asleep. Finally, I gave up. This wasn’t working. I got out of bed and opened the French doors to the wrap-around balcony. In the distance, I could see a storm over the ocean. Lightning flashed periodically, followed by the distant rumble of thunder. The waves crashing against the sand added to the night’s song, and I yawned as I felt my body relaxing. Dragging the chair from the corner of the room to the middle so that it was even with the doors, I grabbed a throw blanket and curled up in it, tucking my legs under my nightgown. I wasn’t convinced I would fall asleep, but I already felt more relaxed and more conducive to rest than I did in bed.

I must have dozed off watching the storm because suddenly, I jolted awake and took in my surroundings. It took me a few seconds to remember where I was. A crack of thunder made me jump, and I realized that must have been what woke me. The storm had blown in from the sea, and now it was pitch black outside because the clouds blocked the moonlight. I stretched and then settled back in my chair to watch the drama of the storm unfold outside. A flash of what I thought was lightning appeared in the night sky, but when it didn’t move or end, I looked closer.

I saw flames, not lightning, from the balcony. Red flaming eyes watched me. Rylan. How long had he been out there watching me sleep? Real lightning lit the sky, briefly backlighting his silhouette as he leaned against the railing. My heart raced as we watched each other silently, and our conversation from the other day played through my mind. He was waiting for me to make the first move. If this was what I wanted, I had to ask for it.

I contemplated my choices. If I got up and closed the doors, Ryaln would accept my decision, but I didn’t want to close the doors. I wanted him. Slowly, I let my legs fall open in invitation. “Ry,” I whispered. The flames in his eyes burned brighter, and I felt like I was prey as he slowly stalked forward. All he wore was a pair of low-hanging sweatpants, and my mouth watered as my eyes trailed down his body. How had I forgotten how fucking drop-dead sexy this man was? I expected him to pounce as soon as he got close, but he surprised me as he dropped to his knees and slowly ran his hands up my legs. Rylan’s lips forged a scorching path up my inner thigh, skipped over my pussy, and trailed back down the other. “Ry,” I begged.

“The first time we were together, it was rushed. This time, I’m taking my time to savor every last fucking inch of you, Evangeline Faithe, slowly.” He gripped the back of my knees and tugged so that my ass slid to the edge of the chair. I silently cheered as his teasing hands slid up to my panties and pulled them off. For wanting to go slow, I was already half naked. That bodes well for me. Rylan spread my legs wider, hooking them over the arms of the chair so that I was wide open for him. I would have felt slightly embarrassed if I didn’t need him so desperately. “There isn’t a part of you that isn’t fucking beautiful,” Rylan whispered reverently, more to himself than to me.

When he leaned forward and placed chaste kisses all over my vagina, I thought, finally! Finally, we’re getting to the good stuff. I couldn’t have been more wrong. I never realized just how long a person could spend with their face between someone else’s legs. I’m pretty sure that Rylan had the gold medal and the world record. He alternated between sucking and swirling his tongue around my clit, and licking deep into my channel. Deeper than his human tongue should have been able to reach, so I suspected some hound magic was going on down there. Either way, it was fucking excruciating in the best way.

But I was over it. You can only edge a girl so long before she considers threatening you with her sword. “Rylan,” I growled.

“Hmmm?” he hummed, sending delicious vibrations over my clit, which he had just worked his way back to.

“Please,” I begged.

“Please, what, angel? Tell me what you need,” he demanded.

“I need to fucking come,” I groaned as he moved back to my entrance to tease my opening.

“Not yet,” he replied, making me whimper. He sat back on his feet, removing all contact, and tugged me forward into a sitting position to remove my nightgown. My nipples pebbled as soon as the cool sea air hit them, and Rylan moaned in appreciation before sucking one into his mouth.

If he spent another ten years on my tits, I was going to burst into flames. In desperation, my wings sprung from my back, propelling me forward. I crashed into Rylan, knocking him to his back, and straddled him. I used my wings to keep pressure on him while I reached between us to pull his cock out. I was done playing around.

Rylan laughed as I positioned myself over him. “You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you, little mate?”

Before I could respond or prepare myself, his knees knocked into my back, followed by a buck of his hips, propelling me forward. His arms pulled me the rest of the way to his face and locked around me to hold me in place as his mouth dove into my pussy with an energy he hadn’t had before. I was all for it, but as I twisted around to stroke him behind me, I wanted more. I pinched his side and pumped my wings as hard as possible, breaking his hold on me long enough to turn myself around. I dropped back onto his face and ground my pussy against it as I leaned forward and took his cock into my mouth.

The salty, smokey flavor of his precum filled my mouth and made me moan around him as I took him deeper into my mouth. As expected, he was more than happy to let me pleasure him while he continued to tease me mercilessly. But two could play at that game, and if he thought I would let him come that easily, he was mistaken. The first time I felt his balls tighten and his hips began thrusting, I pinched the base of his cock and took my mouth off of it. His frustrated groan was music to my ears. It’s not so fun when you’re on the receiving end. In retaliation, he continued to drive me to the edge time and time again, but I found it was much more bearable when I was doing the same to him.

After the fourth or fifth time, Rylan’s frustrated growl vibrated the air around us. He pushed me off of him roughly, and I landed on my knees, bent over the seat of the armchair. He was on me in a flash, and I nearly screamed when he plunged into my pussy from behind without warning. “Is this what you fucking wanted?” he growled, his hips pushing into my hips in short thrusts to try to bury himself deeper inside me. He was in as deep as possible, but it didn’t stop him from trying.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Fuck me, Rylan. Make me yours.”

His answering growls did things to me as he wrapped my hair around one of his hands and yanked my head back so that my back was bowed and my shoulders nearly touched his chest. His other hand rested on my lower back to hold me in place as he ruthlessly punished my kitty.

“You’ve been mine since our first night together, Evangeline, whether you realized it or not.”

I felt his claws sink into my flesh as his dick expanded, stretching me further. I could get used to these partial shift fuck sessions. “My hound has been waiting for this. I had my turn. Now it’s his. Hold on tight, baby.”

I heard the chair’s fabric start to rip as I dug my nails into the arms. “Oh, fuck,” I moaned when I felt Rylan’s thick knot bounce off my pussy.

“Relax and take my knot, Evangeline,” Rylan rumbled in my ear. “Take it. I know you can. It was fucking made for you.”

I tried to relax my body as best I could, but I was right on the edge of the cliff, and it felt like an impossible feat. I don’t know if I managed to relax enough for Rylan to get his knot in or if his next thrust was hard enough to force it in, but I screamed, and bursts of light clouded my vision as he slammed into me fully. I convulsed around him as I came, and through the haze, I heard him growl one last time, “You are fucking mine,” before he yanked my head to the side and sank his teeth into the base of my neck on the opposite side where Kase and Jett’s marks were.

Feeling my final mate bond snap into place rolled my first orgasm into a second, quickly followed by a third as I felt Rylan empty himself inside me. When his teeth, claws, and hand fisting my hair released me, I collapsed forward onto the cushion of the chair in a completely exhausted puddle of goo. Rylan whispered comforting praises as he stroked my back while he was still locked inside me. I couldn’t tell you what his words were, but they felt like a fuzzy blanket wrapping around me with each uttered word.

When he had shrunk enough to slip out of me, Rylan gently gathered me into his arms and carried me to bed. I was a sweaty, sticky mess, but I couldn’t bring myself to care as he tucked us into bed. I slipped into a deep sleep with my soul singing in contentment from being fully bonded to my pack. Maybe sex was the cure for shutting my brain off all along.

I woke up the next morning to a teasing finger circling my clit. “Noo,” I moaned sleepily, rolling in Rylan’s arms to bury my face in his chest. “More sleep.”

His deep chuckle vibrated his chest. “It’s almost noon, baby. We have to get up.”

I shook my head. Zabiza could wait. I was entirely too comfortable to move any time soon.

Rylan kissed the top of my head before extracting himself from my arms. “I’m going to get the shower going, and if you’re a good girl, I’ll make sure you come before we go downstairs,” he promised.

That was enough to get one of my eyes to pop open, but as he went into the bathroom, it fell shut again. I listened as the water turned on, and the sound of the spray changed as Rylan got in. The sound of him singing to himself as he showered brought a sleepy smile to my face. Who would have thought my big, growly mate sang in the shower? His song cut off with a moan as I felt his pleasure through our mate bond. The tease was getting himself off in the shower! Without me! That was enough to get me moving, and I stumbled into the bathroom and watched through the steamy glass as he braced one hand on the tile wall and stroked himself with the other.

His eyes remained closed, but I could sense he was aware of my presence. His pace didn’t falter, and as much as I wanted to join him and take over, there was something inexplicably sexy about watching my mate pleasure himself, knowing I was the center of his fantasies. My hand slipped down my naked body as I leaned against the wall. As soon as I started rubbing my clit, Rylan’s searing eyes popped open and watched as I teased myself.

Neither of us spoke, and after a few more minutes, Rylan sprayed his seed on the bottom of the shower. His dick was still dripping when he shoved the glass door open and crooked his finger at me. “Get in here, naughty girl.” I grinned as I stepped into the shower, and he closed the door behind me. “Did you like watching me, angel?”

“Yes,” I replied as I tilted my head to the side to give him better access to my neck. His tongue traced over the sensitive mark he left there, and I trembled in his arms at the sensation. Rylan’s hands slid from my hips to cup my breasts and tweak my nipples.

“I don’t think you realize how long I’ve waited for you. Dreamed of you in moments just like this. I feel like I’ve waited an eternity for you, Evangeline Faithe, and now that I have you, I’ll never be able to let you go.” He turned me and pressed my back against the cool tile. His finger lifted my chin so he could look into my eyes. “I love you with every cell in my body.”

“I love you, too, Rylan,” I replied, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling his lips to mine for what I intended to be a sweet kiss. Rylan quickly took command of the kiss, gripping my chin and angling my head to deepen it. By the time his lips lifted from mine, I was breathless, and the crooked smile he gifted me made butterflies dance in my stomach as he sank to his knees and lifted one of my legs over his shoulder.

“I love the way your body responds to me. It knows who it belongs to,” Rylan murmured as he slipped two fingers inside my channel and sealed his lips around my clit.

My moan echoed around the bathroom as I grabbed the back of his head with my hands to hold him in place. Rylan wasn’t teasing this morning, and I was coming on his face within minutes. I pulled my leg from his shoulder and slid down the wall into his lap. The water continued to spray down on us as he held me.

“I will never tire of hearing you come,” Rylan said.

“You had a funny way of showing it last night,” I complained half-heartedly.

Rylan chuckled as he got us back on our feet and angled my head under the spray to make sure it was wet all the way through. “I warned you ahead of time.”

I scoffed and then groaned in appreciation as he massaged shampoo into my hair. It’s hard to continue to argue when you’re getting pampered. I could argue later, but right now, I closed my eyes and let him manipulate my body as he washed and conditioned my hair and then scrubbed me down. I was in a near trance-like state by the time he shut the water off and wrapped a fluffy towel around me. Rylan carried me back into the bedroom and began drying me off.

“Ok, ok,” I said finally with a laugh. “A girl could get used to this, but if I don’t start doing something for myself, I’m going to turn into a completely useless lump waiting around for orgasms and pampering.”

Rylan laughed with me. “I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” he replied.

“I bet you wouldn’t, big guy,” I said, swatting his ass. “Get out of here. You’re a distraction, and I’m hungry.”

Any protest he might have made died when I announced my next need. “I’ll make sure food is ready for you by the time you come downstairs,” Rylan said quickly before dashing naked out of the room.

I laughed as his delectable backside disappeared. That was a handy trick.