Evan hesitates. “Oh, yeah. He mentioned him.”
“Well, he’s here with us. For the time being, anyway.”
Evan seems confused, so Grant explains. “We think he’s bound to one of the vampires from the coven. Only, we don’t know who or why. He’s not telling us anything. To keep him safe, we brought him here.”
Evan swallows hard. “What about the other humans?”
“We can’t protect them all. But he was the only one with a mark, so we felt it was a target on his life.”
Evan chews slowly before saying, “Maybe if I tried talking to him? Human to human, I mean? Maybe he’s just freaked out by all this paranormal shit?”
Forest nods. “We can try, but not tonight. Red wants to give him a few more days to settle down before anyone else visits again.”
“Well, let me know. It’s not like I’m going anywhere.”
A few people chuckle.
By some unspoken agreement, the conversation steers away from the coven, the club, that night, or anything else to do with Evan’s near-death experience. It stays light and free, full of laughter and good feelings. Jasmine pulls out a five-layer chocolate cake she baked for Evan, and after nearly melting from his first bite, he coaxes me to try some.
“Come on. Just a little bite?” he says, holding a fork out. “It’s delicious.”
I take the bite, barely containing a grimace as the sweetness overpowers my mouth. Someday, I’ll be able to enjoy it with them, but not yet.
Right now, my only dessert will come from his veins when we’re alone.
We wander to the living room and visit for a few more hours. Forest eventually goes upstairs, yawning. Jasmine and Taren follow. One by one, the pack retreats to bed.
Rowen offers to watch a movie with us, but Evan shakes his head. “Actually, I think we should head to bed too.”
Warmth blooms in my chest as he pulls me to my feet, kissing me once. We say our goodnights and head upstairs.
Evan closes the door then turns to face me, pulling me forward with a fistful of my shirt. He crushes my lips in a sweet, claiming kiss that I feel all the way to my toes. Holding him tight, I rest my forehead against his. I can smell his arousal, and it’s making both my gums and my dick ache.
Pulling his shirt off, I kiss a line down his throat. He reaches for my pants, undoing the button and sliding a hand in. I do the same to him, shoving his pants down to palm his hardening cock.
Evan tugs my shirt off, then pulls me close, wrapping his arms around my waist. The warmth of his solid body is something I hope to never take for granted. It’s something I never believed I’d ever really have. Not like this.
“I want you,” he whispers.
I lift him easily, carrying him to the bed and straddling his hips as we make out. He moans as I roll my hips, grinding our cocks together. His nails dig into my back as I rock.
“Fuck, I love this,” he murmurs. “You feel amazing.”
I smile against his neck, kissing him fiercely, then sit back to spread his legs around mine. Evan tucks one arm behind his head, watching me as I coat my fingers with lube to stretch his hole. He strokes himself as I ease one finger in.
When I add a second, Evan goes up on his elbows, as if trying to watch.
“What?”
He shrugs. “Just curious what it’s like.”
I grin. “You can always find out.”
“Oh yeah?”
The amount of desire in his voice makes my pulse quicken. “Do you want to?”
He doesn’t answer, so I lean over to kiss him, grinning wider. “Do you want to fuck me, Evan?”
