Rise of the Banished She-Wolf Chapter 147

Evelyn

My heart leaped at the sound. I spun around, my hands still positioned over the ancient text Shawn had been helping me decipher. "Devon!"

Without thinking, I rushed across the room and threw myself into his arms. The familiar scent of pine and wilderness enveloped me, instantly calming the restlessness I'd felt all day. Devon's arms wrapped around me, strong and secure, as he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead.

"Missed me?" he murmured against my skin.

"Of course I did," I replied, looking up into those intense blue eyes. "Weren't you supposed to be in New York today? How did you get back so early?"

Devon's gaze shifted over my shoulder to where Shawn stood watching us, his expression unreadable.

"I wanted to see you," he said, voice deliberately even.

The tension in the room was palpable. I turned slightly, gesturing toward Shawn. "This is Shawn, Aileen's brother. He's been like a big brother to me too, always looking out for me."

Shawn nodded politely, though his posture remained stiff. "Hall."

Devon's arm tightened around my waist. "Green."

The territorial energy radiating from Devon was impossible to miss. I cleared my throat, desperate to break the tension. "Have you eaten dinner yet?" I asked Devon.

"Not yet."

"Let's go find you something," I suggested quickly, squeezing his hand. "Lydia made her famous stew earlier."

I turned to Shawn with an apologetic smile. "We'll continue tomorrow?"

Shawn's eyes flickered between Devon and me before he nodded. "Of course. Get some rest, Evie."

Devon's jaw clenched at the nickname, but he remained silent as we said our goodbyes.

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After leaving Shawn, I led Devon to the kitchen of Memory's Diner, which was connected to the mansion. The restaurant had closed hours ago, but I knew exactly where Lydia kept everything.

"Sit," I insisted, pushing Devon into a chair. "I'll heat up something for you."

Devon caught my hand. "Stay with me for a minute."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. "I brought you something."

"Devon, you didn't have to—"

"Open it," he said softly.

Inside was a delicate silver-blue bracelet with moonstone beads that seemed to glow with an inner light. I gasped as I lifted it from the box.

"It's beautiful."

"I had it custom made," Devon explained, taking the bracelet and fastening it around my wrist. "The moonstones are specially sourced to help with your shifting control during the full moon."

I traced my fingers over the cool stones. "I should make you something in return."

"Like what?" he asked, amusement replacing some of the tension in his eyes.

"I could design some clothes for you," I offered. "Transformation-friendly formal wear for Alpha meetings."

Devon raised an eyebrow. "You design clothes?"

"You can't imagine all the jobs I've done in the past three years," I said with a wry smile, the weight of those lonely years briefly shadowing my voice.

After a simple meal, we went back to my room.

I closed the door behind us, suddenly aware of how intimate this space felt with Devon in it. I moved to my bedside drawer and pulled out a sketchbook.

"I've actually been working on designs for you for a while," I admitted, feeling oddly shy as I handed him the book.

Devon flipped through pages of meticulously detailed sketches—suits with special seams designed to withstand partial shifts, formal wear with elastic panels hidden in strategic places, casual clothes made from materials that would move with a werewolf's body during transformation.

"These are incredible," he said, genuine surprise and admiration in his voice. "You've thought of everything."

I shrugged, pleased by his reaction. "I've always wanted to make these for you, but I never had the chance to take your measurements. So these designs just stayed on paper."

Devon's eyes darkened as he looked up from the sketches. "We could fix that right now, couldn't we?"

My breath caught as he set the book aside and began unbuttoning his suit jacket, then his shirt. Each movement was deliberate, his eyes never leaving mine as he revealed the sculpted perfection of his chest and abs.

"I—I'll get my measuring tape," I stammered, fumbling through my sewing kit.

With slightly trembling hands, I began to measure him, trying desperately to maintain professional composure. I noted his shoulder width, the breadth of his chest, the narrowness of his waist. Devon stood perfectly still, but I could feel his heart racing beneath my fingertips.

When I knelt to measure his inseam, I felt the heat radiating from his body, my face inches from his thigh. I quickly stood up, cheeks burning.

As I stretched the tape along his arm length, Devon suddenly pulled me against him, burying his face in the crook of my neck and inhaling deeply.

"You smell like him," he growled, his voice rougher than before.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Shawn," Devon clarified, his arms tightening around me. "His scent is all over you."

I sighed, putting down the measuring tape. "We're just friends, Devon."

"I don't like other wolves' scents on you," he continued, his eyes flashing gold—a clear sign of his wolf rising close to the surface. "Especially this close to the full moon."

"You're being a territorial old wolf," I teased, trying to lighten the mood.

His response was a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. In one fluid motion, he lifted me and laid me gently on the bed, his body hovering over mine. The golden flecks in his eyes intensified as he looked down at me.

"I need to punish you," he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

His lips traced a burning path down my neck, across my collarbone, and lower still, lingering at my breasts with soft kisses and gentle nips that made my breath hitch. My fingers tangled in his dark hair, my eyes fluttering closed as sensations I'd never experienced before washed over me. He took his time, his hands caressing my sides, sliding my clothes away with deliberate care, exposing more of my skin to the cool air and his warm touch.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured against my stomach, his kisses trailing downward, building an aching anticipation in me. I felt my pulse quicken, a mix of nervousness and excitement bubbling up—this was uncharted territory, and his every movement was coaxing me to surrender.

He moved lower, his strong hands gently parting my thighs as he settled between them, his breath warm and teasing against my most sensitive skin. "Let me show you something new, love," he murmured, his voice a soothing rumble. "Trust me—I'll make it good for you. Just relax and feel." He paused, his lips brushing feather-light kisses along my inner thighs, heightening the tension, making me squirm with anticipation. My heart raced, my body tensing in a blend of curiosity and vulnerability—I'd never been touched like this before, and the unknown thrilled and intimidated me.

Then, in that electrifying moment, his mouth finally descended, his tongue making its first gentle, exploratory contact. A sharp gasp escaped my lips, my legs instinctively clamping together around his head in a reflexive surge of overwhelming sensation—shock, pleasure, and a deep, primal heat that ignited every nerve.

It was like nothing I'd ever felt; the warmth of his mouth, the soft pressure and teasing flicks, sent jolts of ecstasy through me, awakening my inner wolf with a fierce, restless energy. I panted heavily, my breaths coming in ragged bursts, my hands gripping his hair tighter as the wolf inside me stirred violently, her agitation growing with each intimate stroke.

"Devon... oh gods," I whimpered, my hips bucking slightly against him, the newness of it all amplifying the intensity, pulling my primal side closer to the surface.

With each deeper lick, each gentle suck, I felt my wolf thrashing more intensely, a storm of raw power building within. The sensations were overwhelming, my heightened senses amplifying every flick and swirl—his scent enveloping me, his low growls vibrating against me. "I can feel her... rising," I gasped, lost in the building ecstasy, my body trembling as the climax crashed over me, syncing with a flash of golden in my eyes.

In the aftermath, as we lay tangled together, Devon gently traced my bare shoulder.

"You'll be completely mine," he promised, love and anticipation filling his eyes. "Soon."

I nestled against his chest, feeling more at peace than I had in years.