It was all Natalya needed. She pulled Evie back on the bed, barely letting her get situated before moving on top of her. Natalya pushed her arms against the mattress and pressed herself against Evie, so she was pinned in place with Natalya straddling her thigh.
“You are a treasure, Evie.” Their faces were inches apart. She could smell herself on Evie’s mouth, and it summoned something both primal and possessive. It was like Evie had been marked. Like Natalya’s scent was on her, and that meant Evie washers.
Natalya started grinding against her, angling herself so her thigh was pressed between Evie’s legs. It sent a flow of stimulation through both of them. Evie gasped, then moaned. She closed her eyes at the sudden sensation.
Natalya breathed heavily, her voice strained with desire, pleasure, and command. “You’re marvelous.”
Natalya kissed her, tasting herself on her lips. She groaned, and started grinding faster. New tension grew inside her as Evie cried out at the stimulation produced by her touch. Natalya moaned into her mouth, not caring about keeping quiet.
“You’re fucking perfect.” The words were breathed onto Evie’s lips between hard, demanding kisses that could have sent Evie over on their own. Bright, uncontrolled violet light spilled from Natalya’s eyes. She couldn’t have kept it at bay if she tried. Not when Evie made her feel like this.
As Natalya got herself closer to another orgasm, grinding against the woman beneath her, Evie yelled out at the convulsing pleasure being produced in her, the sound loud enough it could almost be considered a scream. As they both came again, Natalya kept whispering those words against her skin.
“You’re perfect. You’re perfect.”
It wasn’t what she wanted to say. In a dark corner of her mind, dancing in the light of the possessive fire Evie had lit inside her, a wish was forming into a command. Words she knew she shouldn’t speak but which she was desperate to utter.
You’remine.You’reallmine.
Chapter 25
It had been a long time since Evie was excited for nightfall. Usually, she dreaded its arrival. That day, it couldn’t come fast enough. She kept looking at her phone to see if the minutes had decided to pass quicker since she last glanced at the screen.
“I’m not keeping you, right?” Sam said nervously. Evie looked up at her, having not listened to a word she’d said.
“Huh?”
“You keep checking your phone.” Sam shrank in on herself. “I don’t want to make you stick around if you’re busy.”
“I’m not busy.” Evie put the phone down, out of immediate reach. “I’m being rude. Sorry.”
Evie had decided to take pity on the shy, nervous Sam. After Evie finished her classes, they went searching for the overpriced coffee Sam had promised her, though they never actually made it to any coffee place.
Despite her poor first impression and general awkwardness, Sam turned out to be nice. She was the least intimidating personEvie had ever met, and it was so nice to talk to someone normal for a change that Evie immediately felt at ease around her.
Rather than go for coffee, she had invited Sam to go with her to The Five-Leaf. Evie was waiting for Lily to finish her shift, and by being in the bodyguard-packed bar, she wouldn’t have to worry about Flea hovering over their conversation. It was a miracle Sam hadn’t noticed him trailing them from the dance studio.
“You’re clearly distracted.” Sam gave her a shy smile. “Is it somethingor someone?”
Evie bit her lip, grinning. “Something. I’m going out with friends tonight.”
Weeks had passed since Evie and Natalya made up, and Natalya had gotten some poles installed on the Court of Chains club floor. It being the weekend, the Court was open, and it would be milling with uninitiated humans. A normal night out. And not only that but Lily and Blake would be there too.
“Friends, huh?” Sam fidgeted. “What kind of friends?”
“The unsingle kind. Sorry,” Evie said, winking. Sam blushed.
“No, that’s not what I—” She stopped herself, hunching over when she realized the comment was made to tease. “Are they from the studio?”
“They’re…” Evie trailed off, looking for an answer that would satisfy. She couldn’t very well share exactly how she’d met Lily and Blake.
“They’re into the club scene,” she said finally. “They’re both regulars at the Court of Chains. Heard of it?”
Sam shrugged, looking away. “I don’t get out much. Never liked it, really. When I’ve gone out with people, I always end up sitting alone in a corner somewhere. I’m not very fun, I guess.”
God, this girl was a sad sight. She looked like a kicked puppy that had been left in the rain. And just like if she was a puppy, Evie wanted to pick her up and give her a hug.
“You could come with,” Evie said. “The more the merrier, right? We won’t leave you alone, promise. But be warned, we plan on raiding the bar when we get there.”
