Evelyn POV
“To have Pierce dance with you is one thing, but not those other fuckers!” He growls at me, with a deep hungry look in his eyes.
Our surroundings are enchanting, exceedingly romantic, but I can’t concentrate on the hundreds of red roses, fairy-light lit lanterns or the music playing softly in the distance…all I can concentrate on is him. The gravitational pull to him which I had been fight against since he returned into my life.
He takes a pack of cigarettes from out of his jacket inner pocket and smoothly places one in his mouth. As he lights it and takes a deep breath out, I feel a low rumbling growl form in my chest.
“I don’t like you smoking.” I never liked him smoking, it did well for his bad boy image but I knew of the health implications.
His seductive glare is an art form, one that already causes slight throbbing down below. He takes another drag on the cigarette but this time blows the smoke to the side, away from my face.
“I’m a werewolf sweetheart, I think my lungs are safe.” He smirks as he takes a single step towards me, the still lit cigarette now secured between two fingers and placed down to his side.
“What was that inside?” He takes another step towards me.
“What was what inside?” I’m very conscious of the close proximity between us and my heart beat quickening.
I didn’t like him smoking but something about the cigarette smoke mixing with his sweet leathery scent was extra intoxicating. Maybe it’s because I know what he is to me now. How did I feel about him being my supposed mate?
A pang of hurt hits me in the heart with the thought that Vicky even managed to manipulate him against the mate bond. Something that was supposed to be so strong, so pure, unbreakable, and yet he didn’t even notice it back then. The mate bond didn’t make him fight for me.
“You’re emotions are all over the place. What’s wrong?” I look up to see that he has taken another step closer to me and we were almost nose to nose.
“You know don’t you, what I am to you?” I ask, my tone laced with raw emotion, our intimate conversation playing with my mind.
He takes another drag on the cigarette before placing it on the ground and stepping on it. He blows the warm exhaled smoke to the side before placing a hand around my waist and the other starts to gently stroke my cheek.
“Do you?” His voice is laced with a hidden emotion, something that he didn’t expect to be revealed tonight I’m sure.
His protective rage earlier at the disgustingly inappropriate comments by those two alphas, his disapproval of the way I touched myself to reveal my identity and even the jealous rage of other males wanting to dance with me. Also not to forget that he only calmed down when I placed my hand on his face and held his hand.
The tingles were the enticing confirmation, the evidential proof that was trying to wreak havoc on my self control.
“How long have you known?” I whisper to him, as his hand creates tingles on the side of my face.
“A while…”
“A while? What have you been doing?” I roll my eyes at him but stop from his quirked eyebrow.
“Enjoying the view.” His hand on my face moves down my side to grip onto my other hip, just as the other hand was doing.
“It’s too open…” I gasp out from his sensual movement.
“Here:..” He slowly moves me backwards into a tight gap in-between the side of the pergola and a garden brick wall.
“I…” I try to say something to fill the tense seductive silence between us only for him to hush me quiet. His hands grip my hips tighter, before one touches my hand and very slowly moves up along my arm.
“Can you feel the tingles?” His low voice asks.
“Yes..” I can just muster a reply, as his hand continues up to my shoulders, then walks along my collar bone before it is gently placed gently around my throat.
“That means you are mine Evelyn.” His eyes flash a deep brilliant stormy blue before his lips open slightly. I’m hypnotised.
My lips become dry under his intense gaze and I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from doing what I really want to do, to kiss him.
“Let’s see if those sparks form elsewhere shall we?” He confidently leans forward, and I am trapped between him and the brick wall.
His tongue runs along my bottom lip forcing me to open my mouth with a gasp. He doesn’t move at first, his eyes locked on mine. Waiting for a refusal, waiting for me to pull away.
With a slight smile to the corner of his mouth he places his lips on mine and I moan from the sensation. An explosion of fireworks erupt on my lips before the tingles move to my face as his hand cups my jaw and cheek. I can’t hear the music anymore, all I can make sense of was the sparks that he was producing from his touch.
His kiss starts of slow until it reveals his true hunger for me and I give him full control, I had no chance in gaining the upper hand here. His tongue moves expertly to taste every part of my mouth and I can feel my body losing all sense of ability to stand.
Sensing my weakening legs, his hand moves from my hip to snake around my back and pulls me into him, against his groin. I can feel him hard against me and it only builds the fire within me.
His hand that has created a trail of tingles on my face moves down to the top of my strapless dress, where he pulls it down to reveal my strapless dusky pink coloured bra. A hungry moan escapes him as he looks down at my bra, my nipple buds both visible through the lace material.
His lips crash back into mine and if my dress wasn’t so tight I would wrap my legs around him. His kissing was enough to break me to a point I don’t think I could ever return back from.
He suddenly changes rhythm and places a single sensual kiss on my lips before pulling away. He pulls my dress back up before placing his nose onto my neck. With a unsatisfied sigh he sniffs my neck, inhaling my scent before leaving a single kiss on my most sensitive spot.
“What…” I start to say wondering why he was pulling away, when he places a finger to my bruised lips as we hear footsteps in the distance.
The little feet race to the back entrance of the party room before they declare which one is the winner. I listen as Candice catches them up, telling Rex and Elspeth they were both winners and to collect a prize from the dessert table.
Once we were alone in the garden again, I start to straighten my dress and rearrange the top part to ensure no bra was showing.
Our eyes meet again, this time replaced with a vulnerability from both of us. “You know I can’t keep you right?” I tease with a smirk but deep down that’s how I truly feel.
“Come on let’s get back before the kids wonder where you are.”
“Reuben…” I pull at his elbow stopping him from leaving just yet.
“Can we…I’m not ready…”
“We don’t need to tell anyone, this is between you and I.” He gives me a reassuring smile before he breaks away.
We walk in at separate times. I go in first and head straight to the dessert table to see what my munchkins are overloading onto their fresh plates.
I sense him walk in about ten minutes later, no doubt after a cigarette. I don’t need to turn around, I can feel his eyes on the back of my dress, on my ass. Candice can’t help but give me a smirk as she sniffs close to me, most likely smelling his scent all over me.
“There’s perfume in the ladies bathroom.” She winks at me as she takes the twins over to a table to devour their sweet treats.
After a quick spritz of perfume in the bathroom I walk back out to find myself immediately pounced upon by a group of male attendees.
All wanting to know if I was single, all wanting to dance… I play the mother card, that my children are needing me but that I would possibly return to the dance floor in a bit.
It seems to appease them for now as I gaze to the bar to see Reuben holding a glass of whiskey, his jaw tense.
I’m not sure exactly what just happened. I have had a few glasses of champagne, perhaps the alcohol has clouded my judgement slightly tonight. I go to walk back to the table when my arm his grabbed, forcing me to stop.
“Alpha Evelyn. Allow me to introduce myself…I’m Alpha Renard from the Sickle Peak pack.”
I’m surprised to find the older male introducing himself to me having giggled earlier with his…where was she?
“I’m here with my daughter Nastascha …ah there she is, by the bar.” He points to the bar and I see his daughter, the one that claimed I had boils, talking to Reuben.
Sorry talking would require some sort of conversing, she had grabbed Reuben’s drink and was not so subtly placing the icy cold glass across her chest. Even across her nipples to harden them. The slut!
“Oh yes, she has always had a thing for Alpha Reuben, girls and their crushes eh?”
I give a sarcastic smile before preparing to excuse myself, when my mobile phone beeps out with a notification from within my bag. I take my phone out of my designer clutch to see a text from Donnie.
My heart beats faster and I’m not sure how but judging by Reuben’s whipping of his head into my direction, he heard the change.
“Excuse me Alpha Renard, I need to take this.” I politely excuse myself before walking back towards the bathrooms to find out the much anticipated news from Donnie.
