Zephyr Chapter 18
It had taken me a while to get back into the groove of work at Passages when I arrived this morning.
Myron had filled me in on everything that occurred while I was away.
It had been business as usual. With the worry about the Wanderers possibly coming for us, I’d warned Myron to be alert for anyone acting strange or out of place.
I told him I’d heard rumors that there had been strangers hanging around town and that homes and businesses had been messed with.
He assured me he’d keep his eyes open and he’d tell the rest of the staff.
As always, there was paperwork and tasks related to the funeral home’s legitimate operations.
And we were working to transport another order of guns on December thirtieth, which was just over three weeks away.
Pirate coordinated our getting the guns.
If I had time, I’d go help build the coffins. I had to stay busy.
It had been a relief to hear from Everlyn, meet her at the site, and hang out with Liam to get the information on what happened or didn’t happen while we were gone. No sightings of Reeves, but I didn’t trust that it meant he had given up.
However, the workday was done for both of us.
Everlyn had accompanied me back to the compound to stay the night.
When she went to her place this morning to get ready for work, she’d grabbed more outfits and necessities.
I wanted to tell her we’d get the club together and move her this weekend.
I wondered what she would do if I suggested it.
More than likely, she’d tell me it was too soon.
I’d bide my time, but I wanted her to live with me now.
Our first stop after getting home and putting away her things was to go see Fenrir, even before dinner was ordered. We’d decided to bring in takeout tonight. My best friend was quick to get her scans done and uploaded.
Once those were finished, he asked for her cell phone and laptop so that he could work on her encryption.
He promised he wouldn’t peek at her porn, which made her shake her head and laugh.
While he worked on that, we were sent to check that she could access the clubhouse with her scans.
There were no problems. She’d talked for a bit to Spoiler and Slayer while I had a word with Raider on something. I’d left the clubhouse in a good mood.
After Fenrir finished encrypting her things, we asked him to have dinner with us, which he readily did. It was a fun, low-key time, even though he teased her a lot. Everlyn gave as good as she got.
Fenrir had left forty minutes ago. Since then, we’d showered and gotten into bed.
I waited to see if she’d fall asleep. She didn’t.
Good, I hoped that meant she was in the mood for me to make love to her.
Being in love with your partner made everything we did, no matter how small or simple, so much better.
I concentrated on making her feel incredible, and she did the same for me.
It was a lot less selfish than what I did with past sexual encounters.
However, before we did that, I had something I wanted to give her.
“Evie, ástin mín, my love, there’s something that I want to give you.”
“Leif, what is it?”
I got up and went to the closet. I came back with the small box I’d hidden in there in my hand. I sat and handed it to her. She slowly opened it. When she saw what was inside, she gave a tiny gasp, then picked it up.
A modern person not from my background wouldn’t understand the significance, but my club would.
It was one more symbol of me sharing myself with her.
In her hand was a bracelet, but not one made of jewels, silver, or gold.
It was a section of my hair, cut from the underside of my hair in the back.
Slayer had done it for me. I was the one who braided it and twisted it, fastening it with silver beads etched with runes, until it formed a bracelet.
“I know this may seem weird, but in our culture this symbolizes—” Her excited squeal cut off my explanation.
“Honey, I understand what it means. It’s a token of affection, a keepsake, and if I’m not mistaken about the runes used, protection. It’s personal and sentimental, Leif. I love it.”
She held out her arm so I could fasten it securely.
I kept the thickness on the daintier side, so it matched her more delicate size compared to mine.
She sat there turning her arm, admiring it for a bit before she bent over the edge of the bed.
She rummaged in her computer bag. When Everlyn’s hand came up, she held a box in her hand.
“This is a symbol of my affection, my love for you, as well as my way of protecting you. I hope you like it. You’ll see I personalized yours. I confess I did the smaller item for all of the club, even the prospects, but yours means so much more, hence the extra with it.”
Now she had me very curious. When Everlyn handed it to me, I fumbled to open the lid.
When it was open, I stared at what was inside.
Nestled in the green velvet interior was a silver gremlin bell.
It was modeled after a Viking head wearing a horned helmet.
It was lovely, and because it was gifted to me, it would give double protection according to the tale.
The other item was made of a length of tanned hide like the necklace I gave her.
However, this one had white and purple beads. I lifted the necklace free.
“Those beads are made from white and purple whelk or quahog clam shells. My ancestors called them wampum. They were used for a variety of sacred reasons, but this one is a recording of our coming together. It’s to honor us.
I thought you might like to wear it with your other necklaces, or possibly on special occasions. But only if you want to.”
She hurried to tack that last part on. I placed it over my head and let it hang with the two others I wore. It was a perfect addition.
“Elskling, I love it. I’ll wear it every day. No way would I keep it hidden away. And thank you for the gremlin bell. When did you get that? Where?”
“When I was shopping at the rally, I saw them. Since the vendor had a website, I took his card. While you were talking to your brothers that first night, I went on my phone and found it. I placed the order for everyone then. I love the story behind it. And of course, there was only one that fit all of you.”
I chuckled. “You can say that again. When would you like to give the rest of the club theirs?”
“Mmm, what about Wednesday evening when you get out of Thing? I’ll be here, and when they come out, we can give them out.”
“Hang on, you have to give them out. They’re your gift.
The club will be touched, so be prepared with some of them, that there will be hugs and even kisses involved.
However, I have to watch that pining Harbinger.
He keeps saying he wants someone like you.
Now, he says he loves you. Too bad I can’t kill the bastard,” I said, only half serious.
I knew Harbinger would never do anything inappropriate, but if he were someone else, by the gods, we’d be having a strong conversation, involving fists and threats.
But with Harbinger, those things were unnecessary, though I might do it just for practice.
I had no doubt there would be men who wouldn’t have such boundaries.
I was jerked away from that thought by Everlyn leaning over and placing her mouth at the base of my neck, above where my necklaces hung. She kissed and sucked lightly there. Then, her mouth began to travel down from there.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked her.
“I’m exploring,” she murmured before continuing.
Deciding to let her have her way, I leaned back on my pillows and folded my arms behind my head.
I’d been on the edge just thinking of her.
With her mouth now licking, sucking, kissing, and even nibbling on my skin, traveling south, my cock paid attention.
It began to stiffen rapidly. And there was nothing to hide it other than a thin pair of underwear I hadn’t removed yet.
Both nipples were treated to sucking and tugs from being captured between her teeth.
She didn’t make it hurt, just sting, and that made my body feel more alive.
And her hands had gotten involved. Everlyn was tracing her fingertips all over my body.
When she hit a scar, she traced over it several times before moving on.
By the time she was just north of the waistband of my underwear, I was panting a bit, and my cock ached to be completely free and inside of her.
It didn’t matter at this moment if it was her mouth or pussy.
It needed to have a snug home. Everlyn sat up and hummed as she glanced from the lump in my underwear to my face.
“Leif, I know you’re aching. And I’m in a quandary.”
When she paused, I croaked out, “What quandary?”
“Whether I should suck your cock until you come in my mouth and I swallow every drop, or I let you slide it into my burning pussy and you fill me up there. Help me. I want both, but I can’t have that, not right now.” There was a tinge of a plea in her tone.
Knowing I was extending my torture, but not caring because I needed it so badly, I reached over, grasped her short nightie, and tugged it up and off, tossing it to the floor.
There they were. Her sizable tits. They were sporting tight buds for nipples, and those made them seem to be begging for attention.
They wanted my mouth and fingers. I moved, captured one in my mouth, and the other with my fingers.
I sucked hard as I twisted the other nipple. She cried out, and her body bucked.
“Leif, God yes!”
I worked those nipples and kneaded her firm, abundant flesh until she was writhing on the bed and whimpering. When I let go of her tits and did nothing else, she blinked a few times as she gazed at me.