Page 37 of Engaging Evelyn (Blissful Bets)

Stephen’s heart felt like it had dropped in his chest. He couldn’t believe that she was forgiving him. Her taste, her scent…everything that had haunted him for years filled him, satisfying the agonizing longing that had long ago eaten at his insides. She was his, forever now.

Brandon was part of the package, but Stephen was okay with that. He had turned into a very good friend who was beginning to love Evelyn as much as he did. They were both possessive men. Together, they had learned to push that aside to mutually agree that it was for everyone’s best interest.

They both loved Evelyn, and she was tied to both of them in her own way. Yes, she loved Stephen. But he had seen her and Brandon together and knew that it wouldn’t be long before the feelings grew into love, if they hadn’t already.

Stephen kneaded Evelyn’s bare back as he passionately massaged his lips into hers. The taste of beer and the sweetness on her tongue left him drowning in her taste. He wanted more, needed to taste more of her. The warmness of her skin from the sun penetrated into his fingertips while he lifted her, carrying her to the bed.

Laying her next to Brandon, Stephen removed her wrap and bikini bottoms. The strength of her scent filled him. He didn’t quit inhaling until his lungs burned.

Kissing his way up her legs, he paused at her inner thighs, looking at Brandon. Brandon smiled down at him and slid down on the bed to begin kissing Evelyn.

“Peppermint,” she whispered, as his lips hovered over hers. “God, I missed the taste of peppermint. Kiss me, Brandon.”

Stephen lowered himself until he hovered directly above her folds. With another large intake of breath, he took in her scent again. Never would he get tired of what made Evelyn herself.

When Stephen couldn’t take his mouth watering anymore, he ran his tongue along her wet slit. Moans poured from both him and Evelyn. God, she tasted like heaven. Emotions so strong gripped his heart. How had he stayed away? How had he been so stupid to not tell her the truth? Yes, he had wanted to protect her, but he should have had faith in her to not leave him. That was his biggest fear, nonacceptance of what he was.

Tracing her from her clit to her opening, he teased her relentlessly. Evelyn twitched and writhed above him while she moaned into Brandon’s mouth. Over and over, he made the slow up-and-down movement, letting her juices coat his tongue.

When he eased the tip of his finger into her opening, Evelyn’s hips thrust downward, begging him for penetration. He gave it to her.

Stephen plunged his finger deep inside her, which brought her to instant orgasm. In waves, her scent assaulted his senses. It took all he had to hang onto his sanity. He wanted to tear his clothes off and thrust into her repeatedly until they both couldn’t move anymore. The need to make up for their missing time and prove his love to her was the only thing that made him slow down.

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Brandon could sense the difference in Evelyn. He knew that somehow, she had changed since alienating herself from them for almost a month. It was the longest month he had gone through in all of the decades of being a vampire. On and on it had seemed to drag. If Stephen hadn’t been there, there was no telling what he would have done. He probably would have driven himself crazy.

The warmth of Evelyn’s mouth traveled down the coolness of his body. He hadn’t fed yet, so therefore, he was beginning to lose his body heat. Evelyn’s blood called to him, reached to him in the depths of his core. Small hands cradled his face and brought him down. The tip of her tongue traced his jawline and up his neck. Brandon shivered at the lightness of her touch, so soft it was almost nonexistent.

The weight of Evelyn’s breast filled his hand while he tugged gently at her nipple with his fingers. Teeth grazed his earlobe, which caused him to shiver again. The aching of his cock swelled to painful proportions. She seemed to sense this and wrapped her hand around his thickness under the covers.

Brandon groaned, closing his eyes against the warmth. In slow, tightening strokes, Evelyn tortured him. The top part of her body came off the bed as she moaned herself through another orgasm.

Stephen’s face was concealing her pussy from view. Brandon noticed the moans were coming from him too. Werewolves were different than vampires. Where Brandon got off at the taste of blood, he knew Stephen’s tasting Evelyn’s release was just as orgasmic for him.

Brandon watched as Stephen flipped her on her knees. She looked around, her eyes heavy with passion. It took everything in him to listen to her words. He could get lost in her beauty, forever.

“Brandon, come over here.” Fingers gripped his leg to get him closer.

Moving over, Evelyn pulled the covers back and traced her tongue across the tip of his cock. Stephen entered her, causing her to moan, and in turn made Brandon moan. Just the feeling of her lips brushing against him while she swirled her tongue around his width caused him to fight for power over his body.

Tightly, he clutched the covers, resisting the urge to wrap his fingers in her hair. Control was something that was eluding him at the moment, and the last thing he would ever do was hurt Evelyn. With his strength he knew he needed to restrain more than ever.

* * * *

Stephen’s thickness stretched Evelyn, filling her to the point where she wasn’t sure she could take anymore. Her pussy gripped his length, and she basked in the feeling of what they had once shared. She suctioned her mouth onto Brandon, needing to take in as much of his flavor as she could. The feel of having both men inside of her at the same time was stimulating. Every inch of her body thrummed at the sensitivity.

Stephen gripped her hips and pulled her back against his cock. The slow thrusts were torture against her building orgasm.

“Again, Stephen, please.” Evelyn moaned and took Brandon back into her mouth.

Stephen obeyed, plunging into her while drawing her back against him. “Like that?” he asked, repeating the motion.

“Yes, just like that. Don’t stop.”

The intensity increased until Evelyn’s hand was stroking Brandon’s cock so fast that he was moaning louder than she was. The taste of his pre-come coated her tongue, filling her senses.

“Stephen, get on your back and lay Evelyn on top of you faceup. I have to taste her,” Brandon barely managed to say.

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