Sinful Mates 1-3 novel Chapter 116

　　Evelyn’s POV

　　Waking up, I roll before squealing when I feel myself falling, my eyes snapping open. Just before hitting the floor, an arm snakes around my waist, pulling me back and onto their chest. My heart races at the sudden shock of nearly falling off and then races harder when I realise, I am now laying on top of the devil himself. My eyes open to see Thaddeus with eyes half open watching me. He yawns, and I can tell I woke him. What I don’t remember was getting in a bed with him.

　　I could feel Thaddeus breathing change as he awoke completely. A smile on his lips. He almost looked human in this moment. All traces of the monster I know is gone. Just hypnotic green eyes I could get lost in and full lips only centimetres away from mine. “Good morning, Evelyn,“ he whispers watching me closely. His hand on my back rubbing my skin softly, sending sparks everywhere he touches. His hands are warm, different to the chilly hands of Orion. Thaddeus moves his other hand, brushing my hair behind my ear, his hand cupping my face and his thumb brushing my cheek gently. I involuntarily lean into his touch, find it soothing and I don’t understand why, but right now all fear I have for him is gone. Maybe because he wasn’t killing people now, wasn’t being rough. He was almost normal in this moment.

　　“Morning,” I tell him, wanting to move off him, yet my body seemed quite relaxed in his arms and didn’t seem to want to move.

　　“I’m sorry I hurt you. That was never my intention. I never want to hurt you,” he says, his breath fanning my face, and I inhale his intoxicating scent. He smelt nice, they all did in a weird sort of way, addictively sweet and intoxicating, erotic. I had never been turned on so much by the way someone smells.

　　Thaddeus moves underneath me slightly before rolling onto his side, one of his hands under my head, the other resting on my hip before he pulls me closer, crushing me against his chest. I place my hand on his chest and he shivers under my touch, making me chuckle.

　　“What?” he asks.

　　“Nothing, your just being nice for once,” I tell him, and he pulls back looking down at me.

　　“Never heard someone describe me as nice.” He chuckles before pulling me closer. I feel his hand run down my side to my hip, sparks moving across my skin tickling me making me squirm.

　　“Are you ticklish, little one?” he says, doing it again and getting the same reaction.

　　“Yes, but it doesn’t tickle it’s a weird sensation,” I tell him not knowing how to describe it.

　　“Tingling?” he says. I nod against his chest. “The mate bond is working then; I feel that every time you touch me.”

　　“Does it stop?” I ask,

　　“No, been years and I still feel it every time Ryland and Orion touch me. If anything it got stronger,” he says, and I feel the bed dip behind me before feeling sparks run up my shoulder and someone rest their chin on me. Looking over my shoulder, I see Ryland. He kisses my nose.

　　“What are you two doing?” he asks, a devious glint in his eyes.

　　“Nothing we just woke up,” Thaddeus tells him. I feel Ryland lay behind me, making my heart race when I feel his hand move my hair off my shoulder, his warm hands brushing my skin, making me shiver.

　　Ryland chuckles softly behind me, his lips next to my ear. “She can feel the mate bond,” he states. He starts running his finger along my shoulder, making me gasp as sparks move everywhere he touches. Thaddeus grip on my hip tightens. I feel Ryland’s breath on my neck where he bit me.

　　I feel his tongue move over it, and my eyes close as pleasure makes my toes curl and I moan softly. Thaddeus hand moves over my hip to my waist, and Ryland sucks on my mark. Feeling pleasure erupt through me, sparks rushing down from my neck to between my legs making me moan loudly and forget who they are as I become lost in the feel of arousal washing over me. I had never felt pleasure before, and it was mind blowing. I didn’t want it to stop.

　　Ryland’s hand moves down my body and brushes over my stomach, his lips not leaving my neck as I feel his hands slip into my pants, rubbing my slit through my panties. I feel his lips move from my neck and he nips at my shoulder. Thaddeus hand pulls my leg over his hip and I roll my hips against Ryland’s fingers. I could feel my panties become wet with arousal.

　　“She is so wet,” Ryland growls next to my ear, making me wetter.

　　“Do you want him to stop, Evelyn?” Thaddeus asks making my eyes snap open and I realise I was lost in the feel of them touching me, yet it felt right. Nothing felt righter than this right here. But yet I knew it wasn’t. They were killers and I am human.

　　Ryland’s fingers slip beneath my panties, his finger rubbing between my wet lips before I feel him rub my clit, making me moan loudly. “Evelyn, do you want him to stop?” Thaddeus asks, I don’t want him to stop. I have never felt like this before, almost high on the feel of him touching me.

　　“It’s okay to want us, Evelyn,” Ryland says. His fingers stop moving and I know he can feel my unease through the bond, my mind and body at war with itself.

　　“Don’t stop” I gasp, moving my hips against his fingers. Ryland moves his fingers again, rubbing my clit in a circular motion, and I feel my juices spilling onto my thighs as I moan at his touch. Thaddeus lips brush mine and I feel his tongue brush my bottom lip wanting access. I part my lips and he plunges his tongue into my mouth, his tongue tasting every inch, and I moan into his mouth when I feel Ryland slide a finger in me, making me flinch. And my mind becomes flooded with memories.

　　Memories I kept in the back of my mind, memories that I tried my best to detach myself from. I feel my entire body tense, and I squeeze my eyes shut tightly trying to fight them off. I feel Ryland pull his hand from my pants, and Thaddeus growls at me.

　　Making my eyes snap open. I try to breathe, find my grounding place, trying to remember the mantra that always saves me. My breathing coming harder as I try to shove the memory aside, to remember it’s not happening, that I am not in that monster’s den. I feel his greasy hands on my body, the bourbon on his breath, the sickly yellow colour of his skin. I try to get up, try to remove myself, and I feel hands grip me as I stumble off the bed. My vision becoming tunnelled, and I try to force myself to take a breath. To force the air in my lungs as my heart beats erratically in my chest. My hands reaching for the nightstand where I know my handbag is. Muttering my mantra, trying to ground myself, I grab the bottle of pills, only for it to slip from my shaking hands and the tunnel vision gets worse as darks spots take over my vision. I welcome the darkness, it’s where I feel safest because it makes it go away. Makes the feelings go away, the shame, weakness, the dirty feeling of being used. Darkness wraps around me, and I breathe, taking a breath of air as it sucks me under.