I sucked in a breath. "You think ...?"
Evan nodded and tucked me in even closer as a shiver ran down my spine. "Yeah, I think that vampire had something to do with it. I mean, there hasn't been a break out in what... eight, nine years?"
Callum. I shook my head, cursing the bastard once again; this time he was making my job harder. "Dammit. How many got out? Were they contained? What happened?"
Evan shrugged. "Broke out? Eight is what they said on the news. I don't think the Pinnacle's caught any of them yet. Any of the vamps that broke out hunkered down somewhere. They showed pictures though. Most of them are younger. One girl with a lot of piercings. The news did say that Pinnacle officers were searching the sewers ... "
"Fuck! He's pissed—"
"Yeah, I think conscious enslavement could do that to a person."
My responding laugh was dark and bitter. "Yeah." I didn’t begrudge Callum his fury or his revenge, I just fucking hated that it made my plans even harder.
"Hey," Evan slid his index finger under my chin and turned my face toward his. "Benefit? They'll be busy chasing him and hopefully won't have time to focus on us. We'll get Matthew out, spread the cure, and be heroes. They'll make a made-for-TV movie about us and everything."
"We aren't good enough for the big screen?" I crossed my arms.
Evan leaned over and pressed his lips to mine in a soft kiss. His tongue flicked out and I responded, eagerly; his mouth erased my troubles one kiss at a time. My hands uncrossed and slowly lowered as the tension inside me eased. One of his hands slid down the front of my shirt, gently cupping my breast. He pulled back from our kiss, slightly breathless as his thumb flicked my nipple through my shirt. "We're too naughty for the big screen."
I melted under his touch. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer with a wily grin. "Is that the case, Mr. Weston?"
“Yup.”
“Prove it,” I told him.
He yanked me toward him and grabbed onto my thighs, spreading them apart. Then he urged me forward with his hands on my back. The nervous energy that had been writhing under my skin took up a new purpose as I straddled him. My body came to life under his touch as his hands slid down my sides and underneath the hem of my shirt to cup my hips. His palms traced up and down the skin there, slow and teasing.
But I didn't feel like being patient. I grabbed Evan's hair and tugged at it. At the same time, I bit down on his lip hard. Light magic came pouring out of my fingertips as my hands raked down the back of his neck and scratched his back through his t-shirt. "Take it off," I ordered.
"Yes, ma'am." Evan pulled back from our kiss with a grin as he yanked his shirt up over his head and then dove back in for another kiss. This time, he picked up on my frantic pace and his kisses were much more aggressive. His hands sought out my breasts again and he squeezed them hard through my shirt before pulling back.
I tried to lean in for another kiss but he stopped me with a finger over my clit. "Take it off," he ordered, rubbing in slow tantalizing circles that filled my mind with orange sparks of light.
I slid my t-shirt slowly up my body, enjoying how his eyes raked over me. As soon as my shirt was off, he shoved me backward on the bed, diagonally, and captured my neck in his mouth. His teeth gently pressed against my pulse, nipping me, before he feathered kisses up and down the sensitive skin there.
I ground my hips up into his, his boxers and my panties the only barriers between us. The friction immediately sent little ecstatic waves of pink light dancing behind my eyelids. "More," I whimpered.
"Beg," Evan commanded me.
My eyes popped open to stare up at him. He pulled back from my neck and propped himself up on his hands above me. The look in his eyes was intense as he said, "I've known you were mine since I was fourteen-years-old. I just had to wait for you to realize it. But now, I want to hear it, Hailstorm."
"I'm yours," I whispered.
"Again."
"I'm yours."
Evan leaned up and ripped down his boxers. Then his hand went to my panties. He gripped the sides and ripped them down the middle, so that the pieces still clung to my thighs, but my center was bared to him.
He kissed down my stomach and then gently licked each side of my opening, grabbing onto the little lacy scraps of my panties and dragging them up and down along my sensitized skin. Then he set to lapping at me, his tongue tracing up and down until I started writhing. That's when his huge hands clamped down on my hips and his tongue plunged into my depths.
Heat and ecstasy exploded behind my eyelids and I reached down and latched onto his head, holding him in place as I rode out my orgasm. When I was too sensitive, I pushed him away, but he merely slid up my body and latched onto my nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth and then gently using his teeth to play with it as his hand returned to my slit.
"Wait, I can't... "
He let go of my nipple and I moaned in disappointment. He chuckled. "You can and you will come again for me, Hailstorm. Just trust me."
His fingers gently teased me, warming me back up as his mouth encased my other nipple and rapidly started flicking it.
My spine started to heat up again, pleasure spiraling through me and making me as dizzy as the whiskey had earlier. My toes clenched against the cotton sheets—Evan took that as the cue that I was ready, and plunged two fingers deep inside me, curling them at the perfect spot. He started to tap and stars streaked behind my eyes, a meteor shower went on inside me and my magic went haywire.
I felt light explode from my palms but I was too busy riding my high to care. When I finally stopped grinding against Evan's palm and collapsed back onto the mattress, I stared up at the ceiling. Thin streaks of pale orange crisscrossed the room, just suspended in thin air like glowing spiderwebs made out of light.
"Watching you come is literally the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." Evan leaned in to kiss me. Then he slowly slid his fingers out of me. "I hope you have one more in you," he said, as I lay there boneless, all the worry and sadness and frustration leached out of me.
He aligned his hard dick with my entrance and slowly pushed inside. I was still so fuzzy-headed that I didn't do much more than stare.
Until he lifted my hips and started pumping into me. Then I became breathless and needy all over again. I started to murmur his name. He pumped faster. His hands came down on my shoulders and he pinned me to the bed, his hands heating with magic as he sped up until his pelvis ground into mine with every thrust.
He added a little twist each time he got as deep as he could. And that twist ensured my clit was always pulsing with need. Evan didn't let up, he kept a steady pace, even when the heat of his hands started to feel like it was nearly too much and I hissed.
"You can take it," he ground out. "Just a little longer."
I put my hands on top of his and pressed my feet into the mattress, lifting my hips. The new angle let his cock drag over my g-spot and I started to moan. Evan clamped one hand over my lips and stuck one burning hot finger inside.
I sucked on his finger, used my tongue to stroke it. He pumped it in and out with the same rhythm his cock was using. And then he yanked it away, leaving my mouth wanting ... for a second, before he put that hot, wet finger on my clit and pressed down.