Sinful Mates Chapter 117: One hundred and seventeen

**Thaddeus POV**

She was fine, I could feel her through Ryland. She felt safe and liked what he was doing to her, and a little shocked and uneasy at her reaction to us. But I could tell she was new to pleasure. She wanted to know what it felt like, her inexperience showing with the way she didn’t know what she was feeling, just that she liked it. That’s why I asked. Why asked if she wanted him to stop, I could still feel her fear of us, but our hands overrode it, touching her. I could smell her arousal perfuming the air, she was so lost in the feeling of us she hadn’t noticed Orion watching from the armchair. He wanted her not to fear us, so gave us this moment with her.

Then she froze, her entire body locked up when Ryland pushed his finger inside her. I pulled back slightly and the look on her face was like she went somewhere else, was no longer with us trapped in wherever her mind took her. Her face becoming flushed like she couldn’t breathe, and I felt her struggle to suck air in. I had no idea what was happening; it reminded of the time she first seen us when we stepped in the cafe.

The feelings coming off Ryland from her were pure panic and fear so strong it took my breath away. She clutched my skin, her nails digging into me, breaking the skin on my shoulders as she thrashed, tears rolling down her cheeks and off her chin. I growled. I didn’t mean to scare her, her eyes snapping to mine, but it was like she was looking straight through me. That vacant look in her eyes as they darted around the room. Getting off the bed she gets up, and she gasped for air, her hands trembling, and she nearly falls off the bed, I grab her arm to steady her trying to figure out what she wants when Orion sings out.

“Her bag, her pills” He says, and I watch her digging through it trying to find them muttering to herself.

“See feel touch, see feel touch” I had no idea what she was talking about when she finds the pills, she drops them onto the floor, I watch as her eyes roll into her head and her face goes slack as she plummets to the floor. Catching her, I scoop her up, cradling her to my chest. Her breathing going to normal. Ryland looks pale and his hands trembling, his canines protruding from his lips, and I can feel guilt running through him. Orion noticing it to, stands up, rubbing his arm.

Ryland would have felt her emotions ten times worse than us because of his mark that lay on her neck. What I felt made me feel sick to my stomach, so whatever he feels must be crippling. Ryland's skin returns to normal and his breathing slows. He closes his eyes, trying to fight against every emotion running through him. Replacing it with a rage so strong it nearly knocks me over.

“What, I don’t understand she was fine. What did I do?” He asks questioning himself, questioning everything he did, guilt and anger flooding into me. “You did nothing, something must have triggered something” Orion tells him before looking over at Evelyn in my arms. I inhale her scent and can no longer smell fear radiating off her and her body relaxes in my arms as she stirs.

“We can ask her when she wakes up” Orion says staring at her as she stirs in my arms.

Walking downstairs, I sit with her on my lap, her head on my shoulder. Orion hands me the bottles of pills and places a glass of water on the lamp table next to me. “She will wake soon, I can feel her consciousness fighting to come back” Ryland says watching her worriedly. Orion sits next to me and I open the bottle of pills, finding two left. “How many?” I ask, looking at Orion.

“Lisa gave her two” He says a little unsure.

“Were there more in her bag?” I ask. Orion shakes his head.

“One of us might have to head to the City” I tell them.

“I will go, I am faster” Orion says.

“Shouldn’t you be here when she wakes. I can go”

“Why?” He asks while putting on his jacket.

“You know why, she likes you more” I tell him as much as it pains me to say it. “You will be fine, just don’t yell at her, or force her to do anything. Ryland will be here, and I will only be gone for an hour max. If you go or Ryland, you won’t be back till tonight” He says, and I nod knowing he is right. Ryland is way quicker and knows his way around the city better.

“Maybe when she wakes up ring Amara” Orion says making my eyes snap to him. I haven’t spoken to my sister in years.

“If she won’t tell us, maybe Amara may know”

“Amara would need a photo or something of hers to pick her up” I tell him.

“Just see what she says when she wakes up, she might tell us if she feels comfortable enough” Orion says.

“Maybe I should go?” Rylands says. Orion shakes his head.

“You can feel her emotions, know what they are. You should stay. I won’t be long. And by the way, what she was muttering was her trying to ground herself. I read a book on it once. Panic attacks can lesson or stop if they ground themselves. Something they can see, something they can feel and something they can touch and taste” Orion tells us. I raise an eyebrow at what he just told us. “Makes no sense to me” I tell him.

“No, but obviously it does to her” I nod and watch as he bolts out the door. Ryland gets up, shutting it before sitting next to me, brushing her hair out of her face.

We sit in silence, waiting for her to wake up. Twenty minutes pass and I see Ryland straighten up and glance at her. Evelyn sits upright suddenly, and I hear her heart rate rise as she looks around frantically before spotting us and she takes a deep breath. Ryland grabs the glass of water handing it to her and she clutches it, her hands only trembling slightly as she takes a sip and I open my hand revealing the two pills and she pinches them with her fingers before popping them in her mouth and sculling the rest of the glass. She then leans against me and I rub my hand up her back. Ryland and I both unsure what to do, I suddenly wished Orion stayed, he was better with humans than we are.

The silence was becoming deafening, with none of us saying anything. I didn’t know what to say. Was there a right or wrong thing to say? Suddenly she got up, walking into the kitchen. Her movements a little sluggish as she filled up her glass before drinking it and refilling it again. Ryland and I followed her. She seems fine, like nothing happened, and then I realised we weren’t getting answers from her. She was just going to pretend like nothing happened. Push whatever it was away like it doesn’t exist.