I wasn't planning on writing a third chapter in Evelyn's POV, but the last one turned out longer than I thought so here we are with an additional chapter.
I'm putting a little warning in this chapter *sips tea*
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Evelyn's POV
Terror coursed through my veins.
I shoved at Devon, but his body was stone. My strength bled away with every heartbeat.
“Devon, please... stop,” I begged. His fangs only dug deeper.
My eyes flicked to the blind vampire. He smirked, his milky gaze fixed on me. Why hadn’t he ordered the others to attack yet?
“He’s not going to stop, elemental,” the vampire drawled. “Demons never do.” His smile twisted into something vile. "But gods, you make it so entertaining.”
It hit me then that he wasn’t holding them back out of strategy. He was enjoying watching Devon tear me apart.
My hands shoved uselessly at his chest. When he didn’t move, panic clawed at my throat. “DEVON!” My voice came out in broken gasps. Flames licked at my skin, begging to be unleashed. I clenched my fists until my nails bit my palms, forcing the fire back, I wouldn’t burn him.
The vampires’ laughter rang out around us and Devon stilled, his grip faltering.
“Let me go,” I rasped. “If you keep this up, you’ll kill me.”
A whimper escaped as he finally withdrew his fangs, his tongue grazing the raw mark he’d left. But the second his head lifted, the vampires struck.
Half hurled Devon back, and the others lunged at me. I fought them off, blades of flame erupting from my hands, but my bleeding neck was bait. The scent of blood drove them wild.
Then a voice cut clean through the chaos:
“Leave her. She’s mine. Kill the demon.”
The vampires froze, then scattered to obey.
I staggered, chest heaving, as he stepped forward. His smirk deepened.
“I don’t want a fight,” he said. “Be mine and live. Resist, and die screaming.”
We circled each other. My blades burned brighter, fire snaking my arms.
“You won’t win,” he purred.
My eyes narrowed. “How can you see me?”
“I see you, elemental. Clearer than you think.” He tilted his head. “Would you like to know how I lost my sight, love?”
My fire flared hotter. “Keep your story.”
I darted forward, but he was faster. His hand tangled in my hair, and he flung me like a rag doll against a tree. Pain ripped through me as I hit the bark and crumpled.
“It was so long ago,” he began smoothly, “I was—”
I lunged again. He hurled me into the same tree. Darkness clouded my vision and a scream of agony escaped me.
“I’m offering you life,” he said, voice soft as poison. “You don’t have a choice. I’m being polite by asking. I won’t hurt you, only bring you pleasure. Have you ever known what it’s like with a vampire?”
A shudder rattled through me.
“And I’ll drink just enough to keep you alive—perhaps a year or two. But if you attack again…” His smile widened. “I’ll make your screams a symphony. When I’ve had my fill, I’ll give you to my people. And when they’re done, I’ll drain you slowly, savoring every drop.”
“You’re delusional,” I hissed.
Before he could react, I slid the dagger from my boot, ignited it, and hurled it straight through his heart.
His scream split the night.
And then Devon was there, his arm coiling around my waist, shadows wrapping us both. A heartbeat later, the world vanished as he teleported us away.
I had never been so glad to leave.
***
“What are those?” I asked as Devon sat before me, a pile of leaves in his hands.
He tore them with practiced precision, crimson eyes fixed on the task.
“They’ll help with your wounds.”
I said nothing, just watched his strong hands shred the leaves.
After teleporting us from the forest, he’d carried me—ignoring my every protest—until he found this ruined building. Now we were alone in its highest room, the walls were cracked and the windows broken but it was safe. I had made a fire so it was at least warm for Devon if he felt cold.
He rubbed the crushed herbs between his palms, releasing a sharp, earthy scent.
“Take your clothes off,” he ordered.
I blinked. “What?”
His gaze snapped to mine. His eyes were cold, and unreadable. “They need to be applied directly to your wounds.”
More heat rushed to my face. His hands on my bare skin? I wasn’t sure I could handle that.
“I…I can manage on my own.”
“You can’t reach them all. And your clothes will infect what’s open. Take them off, Evelyn. Or I will.”
My heart thundered.
He gave me a long strip of cloth. “Cover yourself with this. I’ll be back.” And in a blink, he was gone.
I exhaled shakily, only then realizing I’d been holding my breath. With trembling fingers, I stripped down to bra and panties, hissing as pain lanced through me. Devon was right, I could never treat these wounds alone. The cloth barely covered my thighs, but it would have to do.
When he returned, his cheek bore a fresh, bleeding gash. My chest clenched. “What happened?”
“Vampires.” His tone was curt.
“It’s deep. Let me...” I reached for the herbs, but his hand caught my wrist.
“It’s fine.”
“Sit still,” I snapped, surprising even myself. His eyes flickered, then he released me with a muttered, “Too stubborn.”
I pressed the herbs gently against his cheek. The bleeding slowed, then stopped. "That's better, isn't it?”
He only nodded. “Thank you. Turn around.”
I obeyed.
His fingers brushed my back as he applied the herbs, careful, precise, so as not to touch me anywhere else but on the wounds. Still, each touch sent shivers racing through me. When he traced a cut near my hip, his voice dropped. “You’ll need to pull the cloth lower.”
I swallowed hard and let it fall. His silence as he worked was louder than words. His hands stayed clinical, but the heat of his nearness lit my skin aflame.
When he moved in front of me, his eyes brimmed with guilt. “I almost killed you.”
“You stopped,” I whispered.
“It doesn't change the fact that I hurt you. I'm always going to be evil.”
I touched his lips to silence him. “You’re not evil, Devon.”
And before he could speak, I kissed him. But when I did, he froze and pulled back. My heart sank as our eyes held, he moved close again and kissed me back. Slow. Gentle. Devastating.
The taste of him undid me. My moans tangled with his groans as his hands gripped my waist, then slid lower, pulling me closer. The ruined world outside ceased to exist.
“Devon…” My hand brushed the hard length straining against his pants. He groaned, grinding into my palm, then shoved me away gently as if burned.
“No. We can’t.”
“You don’t want me?” My voice was a broken whisper.
His eyes burned with hunger. “That’s not it. You’re hurt.”
“I don’t feel pain,” I admitted. And I didn’t—not with him this close.
I unhooked my bra, letting it fall. His eyes dropped, his breath caught, and he cursed under his breath.
I pressed myself against his chest. “Just one night,” I whispered against his jaw. “No one has to know.” My hand slipped into his pants, finding him hot, hard, and real.
“You don’t know what you want,” he rasped, even as his control slipped.
I guided his hand between my thighs, pressing myself against his fingers. “Does this feel like I don’t know?”
His growl vibrated through me. His fingers pushed inside, and I gasped, clinging to him as waves of heat consumed me.
“I'll ruin you, Evelyn. I'll ruin us both,” he whispered, lips grazing my ear.
I chose to ignore the warning.
“I don't care,” I moaned. “I want you inside me.”
The last of his restraint shattered. In a blur, my panties tore away, and he pinned me against the wall.
And then he gave me exactly what I begged for.
A/N
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Beyond His Evil
ParanormalThe world is in chaos. For centuries, vampires have waged a relentless war for dominion, plunging humanity into fear. The hunters, humanity's last defense, fight on with no clear path to victory. Kira, a young hunter born into this endless conflict...
