36. Evelyn
36
Evelyn
A lister carried me into the mansion with supernatural speed, his grip firm but gentle, as if I were something precious. The world blurred around us, and I struggled to catch my breath, still reeling from the events at the warehouse.
“Alister,” I gasped as he set me down inside the mansion. “We need to talk about what just happened.”
His intense gaze met mine, and for a moment, I saw the storm of emotions he was holding back.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice thick with regret. “I overreacted. Ever since I bit you, controlling my vampire instincts has been difficult. My darker side—my monster—demands that I protect you, to destroy anything that threatens you. Those men had to pay.”
“You can’t just…kill people like that. We’re supposed to be better than them.”
He sighed. “You’re right, little phoenix. I’ve spent centuries mastering control over my vampire instincts, but since I bit you, everything unraveled. I’ll do better. For you.”
I nodded, feeling the sincerity in his words. “Thank you.”
“Now,”—Alister’s lips curved,—“is there anything I can do to make it up to you, my love?”
“Um…yes?” I replied, my heart pounding fast.
He tilted his head, his smile widening. “Is that an answer or a question, little phoenix?”
I blushed, and a riot of emotions took flight in my stomach. “Maybe we could start with a shower?” I suggested, glancing at the blood on both of us.
“Ah, yes,” he chuckled, “I sometimes forget that blood isn’t as appealing to you as it is to me.” He took my hand and led me upstairs to his bedroom, which adjoined a bathroom that felt more like a luxurious spa. Gleaming marble and sleek fixtures surrounded an enormous clawfoot tub, large enough for several people.
Alister closed the door behind us. “Shall we get you cleaned up?”
I nodded wordlessly.
He crossed to the tub and twisted the taps. As steaming water began to fill it, he added bubble bath soap, quickly forming a layer of suds.
“I’ll leave you to undress. Just call me once you’re in, and I can come in to wash your back if you’d like.”
“Or,” I said, my heart racing, “you could stay, and we could take a bath together?”
Alister’s smile was devastatingly beautiful. “I would like that very much, little phoenix.”
With deft motions, he unbuttoned his bloodstained shirt and shrugged it off, revealing a beautifully sculpted torso crisscrossed with scars. My eyes traced the faded lines, itching to ask him about how he got them, but now wasn’t the time.
His hands moved to his belt buckle, and I found myself holding my breath. The leather slid free with a soft hiss, and his trousers and briefs pooled at his feet, leaving him gloriously naked before me.
He was incredible, all hard lines and sculpted muscles. His cock was perfection and already hard. My core clenched at the sight of him.
“Your turn, my love,” he said, his voice soft but commanding.
I reached for the flame-resistant garments the guys had gifted me. Under his intense scrutiny, my heart pounded as I felt a wave of self-consciousness. Yes, he’d seen me naked, but this…This was different.
Alister’s eyes raked over my bare skin with undisguised hunger. I shivered despite the warmth of the room.
“Exquisite,” he breathed, closing the distance between us.
His arms encircled my waist, pulling me flush against his hard chest as his lips found mine.
He was gentle at first, his lips moving softly against mine as if savoring every sensation. But soon, the kiss deepened, becoming more urgent. His tongue swept into my mouth, and I groaned.
His control slipped.
His hands roamed my body, igniting pleasure wherever they touched. I gasped as he nipped at my lower lip, the sharp sting of his fang sending a thrill through me.
“The water will overflow,” I managed to say between kisses.
Then a knock resounded, making me jump.
“Just making sure everything’s okay,” came Chad’s voice from the other side.
“Yep, all good.” I cringed.
How will I juggle all these males?
Alister turned off the faucet and scooped me up, carrying me to the tub’s edge. He lowered me into the steaming water with infinite care.
I sank into the water with a soft moan of pleasure; the heat soothing my aching muscles. Alister joined me, settling behind me and pulling me back against his chest.
His arms encircled me, and I melted into his embrace, all thoughts of the earlier violence fading away.
“You’re mine, little phoenix,” he murmured against the sensitive curve of my neck as he washed me with care.
The fierce vampire who had ruthlessly defended me earlier was now treating me with such tenderness, that it made me fall for him even more.
When he finished, one large hand rested on my belly, while the other cupped my breast. I arched against him, my head lolling back onto his shoulder as pleasure sparked along my nerves. I ground on his hard length nestled against my ass. His fingers gently caressed my nipples, sending cascades of pleasure throughout my body.
“More,” I gasped as my core tightened.
His other hand drifted lower and lower until it reached the apex of my sex. Then slowly his fingers parted my folds. I whimpered, arching into his touch.
“Is this what you want?” His voice was dark and velvety.
“Yes…” I panted. “Alister, please…”
He cursed silently in the crook of my neck as his finger traced circles around my clit, teasing and stroking it, while his other fingers flicked and pinched my nipple.
“You’re perfect,” Alister murmured, the words slipping from his lips over and over, like a mantra. His skilled fingers worked in tandem with the rhythm of his voice, drawing moans and wordless cries from me.
Just when I thought the tension would drive me mad, he thrust a finger into me. I cried out, my body tightening as my core clenched.
“That’s it, my love,” he murmured. “Let me hear you.”
I convulsed around his fingers as I climaxed.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, “Simply exquisite.”
I made nonsensical sounds, too high on lust to respond. Alister held me close, and we stayed like this until the bathwater cooled around us.
“As much as I hate to move, we should get out before the water turns cold.”
He rose, muscles rippling, and grabbed a towel. Wrapping it around his waist, he turned back to me, extending a hand.
I placed my hand in his, and he pulled me up, drying me with tender care.
When he was satisfied, Alister carried me to his large four-poster bed.
He laid me gently and stretched out beside me, his hand tracing my hip. “I want to savor every inch of you.”
And he did, worshiped my body with his lips and tongue, until I couldn’t take it any longer.
I wanted all of him. Now.
He rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him. I straddled his hips, feeling his arousal against me.
I rocked my hips, teasing him. His hands gripped my waist, holding me still.
“Evelyn,” he growled, “if you keep that up, I won’t be able to control myself.”
I smirked down at him. “And if I don’t want you to control yourself?”
His eyes darkened, his hips surging upwards. We both groaned.
“Alister,” I pleaded. “I need you.”
He groaned into my mouth. “I’ve wanted you for so fucking long,” he cursed.
He flipped me, my back pinned to the bed, and reached between us to guide himself to my entrance. I tensed slightly as I felt the pressure, and Alister paused, his eyes searching mine.
“My love,” he murmured, pressing soft kisses to my face. “I’ve got you.”
The way Alister looked at me made me feel like I was the center of his universe. It was overwhelming and intoxicating all at once.
I took a deep breath, willing my body to relax. Alister pushed forward slowly, giving me time to adjust. There was a moment of discomfort, a sharp pinch, but it quickly faded into a feeling of fullness.
“Are you okay?” Alister asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.
I nodded, experimentally rolling my hips. The movement sent a spark of pleasure through me, and I moaned.
“Move,” I urged him.
Alister didn’t need to be told twice. He started to thrust slow and deep at first, gradually picking up speed.
Then he pulled out and moved between my legs. “Let me taste what belongs to me.” He devoured me, my juices, my blood like a possessed male.
I moaned as he feasted on me, his fingers digging into my core as he teased my bundle of nerves. He growled, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my body, and I came, loudly.
Alister sheathed himself inside me, slowly at first, but then set a torturous pace, rolling his hips, his large cock hitting me deeper and faster with each thrust.
“Mine…fuck, you’re mine…” he cursed while I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as the pleasure built. His control slipped further with every thrust. Slamming himself into me faster and faster. His eyes turned red as his monster joined in on the fun.
This magnificent male was mine, and I realized at that moment that I was in love with Alister.
The thread connecting us ignited with fire, an inferno erupting in my heart and spreading through my being. It was a soul-deep connection: pure, indestructible, and eternal.
Alister’s lips found my neck, and I tilted my head, offering myself to him. His breath was hot against my skin, and I could feel the slight graze of his fangs.
“I’m yours, Alister,” I breathed, my voice trembling with desire and trust. “All of me.”
A low, primal growl escaped him as his fangs sank into my neck. The sensation was instant—euphoric. This was unlike the first time he bit me; it was earth-shattering. It pushed me over the edge, and I cried out, my body arching off the bed as waves and waves of ecstasy washed over me.
Alister followed soon after, his hips stuttering as he found his release. He collapsed on top of me, careful not to crush me with his weight. For a long moment, we lay there, our bodies intertwined, both of us trying to catch our breath.
Alister rolled to the side, pulling me with him until I was curled against his chest. He pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead.
“I love you,” he said softly.
I smiled and snuggled closer to him. “I love you too.”