Sinful Mates 1-3 novel Chapter 108

　　Evelyn POV

　　Groaning, I sit up, my hand going to my head as I feel a migraine coming on. Man, I had the strangest dream. I rub my eyes and look around my room. Only it isn’t my room. The startling reality of my dream comes back to me, and I realise it wasn’t a dream.

　　“Bout time you woke up. You have been asleep for hours,” says a voice behind me. I spin around on the bed and come face to face with black inhuman eyes watching me. Panic grips me as I throw myself off the bed, my heart pounding against my ribs. The man gets up walking around the bed towards me, and the door opens making my eyes dart to it. In walks the other man from the alleyway.

　　“Stay away from me,” I tell them with my hands out, trying to find an escape. My neck was searing with pain when I turn my head to look for a window. My hand goes to my neck, and I feel blood staining my fingers. The man with hypnotic green eyes leans against the doorframe, watching, and I suddenly feel trapped and claustrophobic. I back up only to come in contact with a dresser, the objects on top rattle and something falls off.

　　“I am Thaddeus, that is Ryland, and we mean you no harm,” says the man leaning on the door.

　　“You bit me,” I said, looking at the man with black eyes. His chest was bare, and I couldn’t stop my eyes from wandering down his chest to his abs and V-line as it escapes into the waistband of his pants. The man clears his throat and I shake my head, snapping myself out of the weird daze that came over me.

　　“You done checking me out?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at me. I feel my face heat as a blush spreads across my cheeks.

　　“I wasn’t” I stutter, and he moves toward me. Panic seizes me, and I run toward the door in the room's corner before throwing it open and running through it. Cursing when I realise it is a wardrobe and not a bathroom with a window to escape from.

　　I hear a knock on the door before I hear the man’s amused voice on the other side of the door. “Knock, knock” he says, and I feel panic grip me. Looking around the walk-in, I find nothing useful to aid in my escape. Looking up, I see the metal bar with clothes hanging on it, and yank it, pulling it from its braces. The clothes sliding off and hitting the floor with a soft thud. Backing up, I face the door.

　　He knocks again, and my heart skips a beat as I watch the door handle twist. When it opens, I swing the bar, aiming for his head, but hit his shoulder. He grips the bar, yanking me towards him, and I bring my knee up, hitting him between the legs. He groans, clutching his now aching balls, and I grab the pole and dart past him only for him to catch my ankle. I fall face first onto the carpet with a soft thud, knocking the air from my lungs. The other man watching amused from the door, which angers me as I roll on my back.

　　The man’s grip on my ankle tightens as he drags me toward him, and I raise my other foot kicking him in the chest. He reaches out, snaring my other foot in his vice like grip and holding it to the floor before shoving my legs apart and pressing his body between my thighs. “Keep fighting, I love it when they struggle,” he says, and I feel his erection pressing into me. Lifting my head, I headbutt him, instantly regretting it as my head throbs, and I realise I hurt myself more than him. His lip is bleeding while I feel like I just head-butted a brick wall.

　　“She is a feisty little one,” he mutters, wiping his lip. I struggle against him. I see Orion walk in, pushing past the man standing at the door watching the scene in front of him unfold.

　　“What are you doing? Get off her,” he says, shoving his shoulder.

　　“Well, fucking help then. Where have you been anyway?” the man asks Orion. The man hops off me, and I scramble to sit up when Orion grabs my face. I feel fog slip over me, and I try to shake it off.

　　“Don’t be scared, we won’t hurt you,” he says as I feel a wave of ease rush over me, all fear leaving me as I look at his dazzling eyes, hypnotised by his words. He lets go of my face and I lean back, his face searching mine.

　　“This is Ryland, and he is Thaddeus. They won’t hurt you, Evelyn,” he says pointing between both men. Thaddeus moves closer, sitting on the end of the bed I woke up on. Ryland stands up, staring down at me.

　　“Why am I here? And you bit me.”

　　“I didn’t bite you, I marked you. Well, I suppose they are actually the same thing,” he says in his husky voice, making me shiver. He smirks before holding his hand out to me to help me up, but I ignore it. Getting up myself, I step away from him.

　　“Marked me?” I say, trying to process his words. I had heard the term before. Everyone knew about shifters after the world turned to shit, dark creatures revealing themselves for the first time. Making the world realise exactly what was lurking in the shadows. The stories people told around campfires suddenly becoming reality.

　　“Yes, you belong to us now,” he says, and I shake my head.

　　“I want to go home. Take me home, Orion,” I tell Orion and he looks up at me sadly.

　　“You won’t be going home, Evelyn, you belong with us now.”