I manage to rise to my feet at last and we shake hands.
“Evelyn Smith,” I say.
His callused hand gently squeezes mine. “Kadmiel. If you needed anything, sweetheart, just ask. Everyone is here to help.”
A young woman with platinum-blonde hair stands beside Kadmiel. Her eyes shine emerald, but there’s something off about her. I don’t know, there’s something dark about her. Adva joins them and I feel like I will be sold off at auction at any moment.
The three of them flash me mysterious smiles, and they walk off.
Chapter 7
Evelyn
“Jeez,” I say, turning my face to Coyote.
“What?” He grins at me as he sinks his fingers into my hair. “They’re a bit weird, that’s all.”
“We’re special not weird,” Heather says, sounding offended. “Humans are weird. They never pay attention to important stuff in life.”
Her voice sounds like it’s coming from a distance. I know I should be disturbed by her words, but I’m not. I’m hyperaware of Coyote’s fingertips massaging my skull. A tingle runs down my back and I shiver, drown in the sensual heat from his touch.
“So, this is our date?” I say.
Coyote nods. “You like it here?”
I nod back. “Yes. The atmosphere is wonderful. Your family is so…”
“Nosey.” Coyote kisses the tip of my nose.
Our lips meet in a gentle kiss. His tongue slips in and wiggles against mine. I’m drunk with his closeness. Something jumps into my lap, and I tear my mouth off Coyote’s. The boy with claws is seated on my thighs like a cat and staring at me. He must be three or four years old.
“Hey,” I say. “I’m Auntie Evelyn.”
Coyote rises to his feet. “Have fun.” He walks off, just like this.
I want to protest, but the boy sweeps his clawed hand in front of my eyes. A girl moves closer to us. Her skin has a beautiful umber colour and it glows as though she’s a sculpture from a medieval church. All the girls glow, now I can see that. Some of the men glow too.
The girl grabs the boy. “Sorry. My kids are quite naughty.” She flashes me a warm smile. “I’m Calla. Nice to meet you, Evelyn.”
“Does your boy suffer from a genetic condition?” It just pours out of me as the smell of sea circles me. “Those claws of his, I mean. His father has the same clawed hands as your boy. I mean, they look so much alike so I just assumed they were a father and a son?”
Calla chuckles. “There’s a lot of genetic anomalies in my family. And yes, Tornan is his father and also my husband.” She sits the boy on her hip. “Are you hungry? There’s cooked seaweed, vegetable lasagne, meaty lasagne, herbs, roots and raw meat.”
I shake my head, unnerved by the phrase ‘raw meat’. “Maybe later.”
Calla flashes me a smile and walks off.
I realise another girl is sitting beside me and staring at me.
“Rose,” she says. She looks like Amaia.
“You’re Coyote’s sister, right?” I say. They are all so young it’s easy to notice the similarities.
She throws her arm over my back and hugs me. “Right. I’m so happy for you. Everything will… be fine. One day I mean.”
Love floods me. It’s as though this house is filled with love. It’s as though I’m part of some personified magic. This family is Magic and Love. I can’t think of a better comparison.
“So, you’re a detective?” Rose says.
I nod. “Yes.”
“I’m a paranormal scientist.”
“That’s cool.”
Rose flashes me a smile, resting her cheek against mine. “You should visit us at least once a month.”
“I will. I want to know your beauty routine, your diet and life style, you know. You all look so young and my job has aged me so much.”
Rose glances at me as she widens her eyes. “You look twenty, Evelyn.” She hugs me. “Just keep Coyote close.”
I jerk my hand up and smooth it over my hair. “You think?”
Yes, I’m going to keep my young boyfriend very close to me and visit his family four times a month.
Coyote
Kadmiel gestures for me to sit at the table. We’re in the office. Adva is leaning against the wall, her forearm crossed over her chest. A wrinkle appears between her eyes.
Our women are never allowed into the office, except Adva. Kadmiel’s respect for his mother-in-law is never-ending. He’s never embarrassed to ask her for a piece of advice in front of the club.
“You’re killing her,” Adva says. “And you’re strengthening her. I don’t know which is more. I’ve never seen anything like this before.”
“We’ll try to find a way,” Kadmiel says, concern in his eyes like a grey mist.
Adva moves closer to me. “But it’s not safe for her to be around you until we find a way.”
“You’re both intoxicated,” Kadmiel says, “and it’s hurting her.”
“I understand, Prez,” I say.
“Go have fun,” Kadmiel says. “And then let go of her.”
Adva frowns and shakes her head, but she says nothing.
Somebody knocks on the door. It creaks open and a female figure sneaks in. It’s Heather. Right. She never asks for permission. She always breaks the rules. Kadmiel grits his teeth as his eyes travel to her.
“I…” Heather gasps.
“Which rule did you not understand?” Kadmiel says. “No women in the office.”
Adva smirks and tilts her head.
“I just want to help, Uncle Kadmiel,” Heather says.
“That’s okay,” Kadmiel says, “but you need to obey the rules.”
Adva rolls her eyes. “Kadmiel, you know she’s different to everyone else.”
“Thanks, Mom,” Heather says. She takes a deep breath. “I could sneak into—“
“No,” Kadmiel says.
Heather’s hair starts burning. It looks like it has changed into a red flame.
“Heather,” Adva hisses.
Heather pats her hair with her palms, killing off the fire. “Sorry.”
Adva sighs. She looks at Heather, concern wavering in her eyes.
Heather swallows thickly. “I can talk to some VIPs.”
“Let me think first, sweetheart,” Kadmiel says. He nods several times and then his face softens as he changes the subject, “Theo’s looking after you and your kids properly?”
Heather’s good eye twitches. “You know he’s a wonderful husband to me. I don’t want anybody else just Theo and my kids.”
Pain squeezes my heart. Heather’s so scared of losing Theo, but at the same time she’s so uncontrollable. Kadmiel strides over to her, pulls her to his chest and hugs her.
“Go back to the bar, Heather,” he says. “Have fun with your husband.”
We never call her Phoenix. She hates her past and her memories. We accept her how she is. We help her out the best we can and turn a blind eye to her secret trips and the trouble they always bring. Nobody’s perfect. In our small community live freaks of all kinds, lighter, darker, neutral. Sinners, killers, rebels. A few saints. So many different species but there’s tolerance and acceptance among us.
Heather sneaks out.
Kadmiel glances at me. “She’s not drowning in any shit?”
I shake my head. “No, not yet.”
“Keep an eye on her, Coyote,” Kadmiel says and I nod in response.
Adva exhales with relief. “My daughter will make me die of a heart attack one day.”
“You’re an immortal, love.” Kadmiel strokes her arm up and down. “Immortals don’t die of a heart attack.”
“I’ll be the very first case,” Adva snorts as she raises her hands in a dramatic gesture.
Evelyn
I walk out of the bathroom and bounce off a massive figure. Strong hands grip my waist and steady me.
My eyes meet Coyote’s. “My hero. Always ready to save me.”
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My heart sinks at the sharp tone of his voice. “I know, baby.”
He grabs my hand and pulls me across the bar. We step out of it and walk along a gravel path. The last sun’s rays filter past the tree crowns and burn in patches, causing the grass stretched on my left to sparkle.
“Your family hates me, right?” I say.
“No, they love you.”
“So, what’s wrong?”
“We can’t be together.” It comes out in an emotionless statement.
I knew he’d say that to me eventually, but it hurts more than I thought it would. It’s as though a knife is slicing my heart.
I choke back tears. “I can see. Alright, why am I here then?”
He puts his hand on the back of his neck and his jaw muscles twitch. He takes a sharp breath. “I’ve never been with a woman.”
“You mean…?”
“Yes.” He nods. “I’m a good boy.”
A wide grin crosses his face, but I know that deep down, he’s nervous.
“Ah, so this is what it’s all about,” I say.
Everything makes sense to me. I’m older—he’s younger. I’m experienced—he’s not.
We immerse ourselves into the density of the woods. It’s scented with resins, moss and soil. The silence between us suffocates me and wrenches the life out of me.
I’m not angry with him. I’m so fucking sad. “So, you want me to guide you, right? Teach you?”
“Just this one time.”
“I understand.” I stroke his arm up and down. “And I want to help. Really.” A shooting pain courses through my chest and I feel my throat tighten. “One condition. We’ll never see each other again after that. We got a deal?”
Why not? I’m lonely. He’s in need. We can have fun like two adults and forget about each other.
“We got a deal,” Coyote rasps as his eyes wander off.
An elegant static caravan rises in front of me. It looks very expensive with silver details and flower urns around it. Net curtains adorn the oval windows as the logo of the club stretches above the door of a steel colour.
“Wow.” It slips out of my mouth. “Impressive.”
“Our guest accommodation. Shall we?”
We climb five metal steps and Coyote pulls the door handle. The door swings open with a swish, and we step inside. A narrow corridor with white walls opens into two bedrooms, a kitchen and a living room. Coyote pulls me into the master bedroom. A double bed dominates the interior. Red and green cushions layer it as green curtains and dark brown furniture complement them.
I wink at Coyote. “Take your clothes off then.”
I take off my jacket and toss it onto an antique chair with bottle green upholstery as he shakes off his cut. He folds it with respect and puts it on top of my jacket. His eyes never leave mine. I see love in his eyes, but his decision contradicts it. I just don’t get it. What went wrong?
You know what went wrong. Your age went wrong.
But, he wants me so badly in this moment like I’m more than just a one-night stand to be.
And he doesn’t.
It doesn’t matter. This precious moment between us matters. I will make it enjoyable for him and for me so that it will be a beautiful memory he can have for life.
We shed our clothes and my eyes roam over his perfect body. He’s all muscle and hair. His cock is stiff and straight. Massive. My pussy throbs with need.
I push at his chest. “I want you to lie down on the bed.”
He smirks at me as his eyes devour my breasts. “You’re the boss.”
I see a pearly drop of precum emerge from the tip of his cock. He lies down on the bed. Thoughts course through my head. I’m on the pill. He is a virgin. I don’t want any barrier between us, but I probably should ask him.
I clear my throat. “You want with—“
“Without if you don’t mind.”
I crawl on top of him, straddling his hips. “Okay.”
I hold his cock and he shivers beneath me. God, I want him so badly, now and forever. I move a bit backwards and lower my head, licking the precum off his cock. A low growl escapes his mouth.
“Good, baby?” I ask, swallowing his musky saltiness.
“Very good.” His voice is raspy with desire.
I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, causing a quiet curse to leave his mouth. My God, he is so sweet. So mine. I want to make him feel good.
I draw his cock into my mouth and work him slowly with my hand squeezing his balls. His fingers sink into my hair and he pulls my head up.
“Evelyn, I won’t last.”
“Okay.”
I lift my hips and slide myself onto his shaft. He is big. Almost too big, but I take the pain. I grind myself against his hips and stop moving. I absorb the pain and wait until my body accommodates his size.
My eyes drink in the features of his face—his beautiful eyes framed by heavy brows, his facial hair giving him a wild allure. The scar below his lower lip. His genuine smile.
I run my fingertips along the thick scar crossing his chest. I want to ask about it, but I don’t. I shouldn’t. I’m not his girlfriend.
Coyote puts his hands on my breasts and strokes them. His face sharp, he slides his hands down my chest, and over my hips and then he squeezes my ass. I stroke his cheek with the back of my hand.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, his expression tormented, eyes yellow with green flickers, but I’m too stretched, too full with his cock inside me to think of his animal-like bright irises.
I know he struggles to control himself.
“Just let go, baby,” I say.
“I want…” His voice cracks.
“I know.” I brush my lips against his as his cock almost reaches my stomach. “It’s so good with you.” It comes out in a gasp.
I straighten, enjoying the need written all over his face and then lower my head again, pressing my lips against his. My hips move up and down and he moans into my mouth. I feel his cock thicken inside me. God, I’m so full. It feels divine.
I stop riding him, evoking his smile. “I want to have fun too.”
I know he’s on the brink so I slide my fingers down my mound and stroke my swollen nub. His burning eyes say it all. I’m everything to him.
I massage my clitoris faster, flutters of pleasure radiating from my drenched pussy. I see his eyes roll back. I reach my peak and my walls contract around his cock.
“Fuck,” he growls.
His cock pulses inside me, and I fuck him until he empties himself inside me.
Chapter 8
Coyote
She slips away from me and puts her clothes on. My head is still hazy, my body relaxed.
It felt so good, but I had to put in a lot of effort in order not to bond with her. It was a good fuck, that’s all.
Right, I’m lying to myself. It was my first fuck, the most important fuck of my life. The only fuck of my life. I’m gonna join a coven and live a life of celibacy.
A sense of loss surges through me. Now, it feels horrible. The sense of loss grows in strength to the point where it starts suffocating me. I need to make her mine more than ever.
But I know I have to set her free.
“I can go back by taxi.” She throws my jeans at me.
Yeah really. Taxis can’t go through the void.
“I’ll drop you off.” I slip into my jeans. “It was wonderful, Evelyn.”
Her face does not betray any emotions. I’m trying to detach myself from her and it seems to be working for both of us. The intoxication is fading.
“I enjoyed it too,” she says.
Every sentence hurts as hell. Every second separates us more and more.
I pull on my hoody and cut.
“Let’s go,” she says.
“Let’s go.”
I know Uncle Conah, Kadmiel’s twin brother, is waiting outside the caravan to wipe some of her memories away from her head.
Yep, we are
freaks, but we care for each member of our family. For Evelyn as well. She shouldn’t suffer. My life is shitty. Her life doesn’t need to be like this.
We step out of the caravan and Conah’s beguiling smile greets us.
“Having fun, kids?” he asks.
“Yes,” Evelyn says. “You?”
“Always,” Conah says.
His black wings appear from his back as Evelyn freezes.
Evelyn
I wake up and a sense of loss surges through me. A thought hits me hard. I had a one-night stand, but I can’t remember his face or his name. Or the exact time frames. I can recall that I rode him, that’s all. No place, no time, like it was a dream.
Perfect. I am a slut. No, I’m a slutty alcoholic.
My phone rings, and I reach out for it with my hand. I nudge the bedside lamp that wobbles for a second.
I answer the call. “Evelyn Smith—“
“It’s Tony.” His voice has an unpleasant sharp tinge. “Sandra and I have been worried sick, you know.”
“I had a bad cold.”
“You haven’t answered any of my phone calls. That boy has.”
“What boy?”
“Coyote. He said he was your boyfriend.”
“I don’t have any boyfriend, Tony.”
There’s eerie silence. It creeps into me and fills my veins with ice. “What day is it today?”
Tony takes a deep breath. “Sunday.”
“We—“
“Need to talk. I’ll be at your place in an hour.” He disconnects as the sound drills into my fuzzy head.
My heart hammers in my chest. Thoughts ring in my head. I am an alcoholic. I have no control over my own life.
I sit up and cover my face with my palms. My body shakes, but my eyes don’t produce a single tear.
Coyote. What an intriguing name and sounds strangely familiar to me.
I flop from the bed and look in the mirror. A young girl looks back and me. I sink my fingers into my thick, long hair. My thick bushy eyebrows plead for waxing. Funny. I destroyed my eyebrows ten years ago. I thought they’d never grow back, but the mirror says they have.
I walk over to the bathroom, my movements springy like I’m fifteen. The alcohol I’ve consumed this week seems to make wonders.
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