Chapter 15 #2
“We can explain, but please come inside. It is getting cold,” Eli says before I feel his weight lift off me as he stands, holding his hand out to me.
I sit up, taking his hand, only to come face to face with his cock right in my face.
I nearly choke on my own shock as I look away, swallowing it. It is huge, like intimidatingly so.
“You can look. When I shift, my clothes get destroyed, which is a shame. I only just bought those pants,” Eli says, still holding my hand as I look up at him.
He pulls me to my feet, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me against him. “You seem okay,” he says, staring at my face when I feel Cyrus’s hands on my shoulders.
“She is in shock. It won’t last long,” he whispers, and I jump when he kisses my neck.
“Come inside where it is warm. I will make you coffee, and we can talk,” Cyrus says behind me before Eli tugs on my hand. I follow them, my eyes darting to my car.
“Don’t even think about it. I have your keys,” Cyrus whispers, placing his hand on my lower back.
I walk to the steps, Eli’s grip on my hand tightening like he thinks I will run as soon as the door comes into view.
That would be foolish, knowing Cyrus is directly behind me.
Instead, I follow them inside. This house is much different from the one in Soya and reminds me of a log cabin, just a little bigger.
It has slate floors and exposed beams and a modern rustic feel, vastly different from how they present themselves in the office. I follow them into the kitchen, and Cyrus pulls out a stool.
“Sit,” he says, and I do, leaning on the black marble bench top. Cyrus busies himself making coffee, while I look around from my seated position.
“This place is different from your place in Soya,” I tell them.
“We prefer Soya, fewer people and further out,” Eli says. “We can’t let you leave, not now that you know what we are.”
“Why? Even if I did say anything, people would think I had lost the plot. I don’t even think my mother would believe this,” I tell him.
They say nothing but look at each other before Cyrus hands me a cup. I sniff it, and Cyrus raises an eyebrow at me.
“I didn’t poison it if that is what you’re wondering,” he says.
I shrug. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you did. I just watched him turn into a dog,” I tell him, and Eli growls. I roll my eyes, sipping the coffee.
“Werewolf,” Eli says.
“Same, slight difference. You got a tail and fur,” I tell him. He seems thoughtful for a second, and Cyrus chuckles.
“So, you are both werewolves?” I say, the words sounding insane as they leave my lips.
“No, I am different,” Cyrus replies, making me look at him.
“How so?” I ask.
To me, they both looked human until one started sprouting fur and growling. I kind of wished I didn’t know. It seems easier being oblivious to what they are; now, my head is swimming with questions and fear for my life.
“He is a vampire,” Eli says like it is no big deal.
“I would say that is crazy, but after what I just saw…” I shake my head, losing my train of thought. They both watch me, making me feel uncomfortable.
“Wait, so you kill people?” I ask, suddenly creeped out. I have seen Dracula, and him saying that now just makes me more terrified than being ripped apart by Eli.
“No, I get blood from Eli,” he says, cocking his head to the side, watching my face. I let his words register.
“Does it hurt?” I ask him.
Eli smiles. “Of all the questions, you wonder if it hurts to be bitten by a vampire? No, Addie, it doesn’t hurt, the opposite actually.”
“Any more questions?” Cyrus asks.
I do have one, but it feels kind of childish to ask. I look at Eli, and he rolls his eyes like he knows what I am going to ask.
“Go on, spit it out.”
“What?”
“You’re too embarrassed to ask something, so I am assuming it’s something I will find hilarious,” he says.
“How do you know, though?” I ask, and he rolls his eyes.
“That mark on your neck, I feel what you feel,” he says, and my hands instinctively go to it.
“Like everything I feel?”
“Yes, Addie, everything. I could even feel you with Sam this afternoon,” he says, his eyes darkening slightly, making goosebumps rise on my skin.
Fear courses through me, worry nagging at me, and my head is starting to hurt from everything it is trying to process.
“You don’t need to fear us,” Eli says.
“You say that, but I am not allowed to leave.”
“We let you leave, you will run,” Cyrus says.
I shake my head when Eli growls, making my eyes dart to him.
“I can feel what you feel, Addie, even before you know what you’re feeling. And one thing I am certain of is, you will run,” Eli says.
He is right. I have every intention of running, but now I wonder if I will ever get the chance.
But what will happen to my family? Will they kill them if I run?
But then what will happen to Maya and my mother if they don’t?
No doubt my sister will leave again; I have given up on thinking she will ever recover from her addictions.
Though we’ve tried, it is always the same result; she stays clean, then spirals again.
“What are you thinking?” Cyrus asks.
“Nothing, it doesn’t matter,” I tell them.
“Then why do you feel worried? We have told you we won’t hurt you,” Eli says.
“I want to go home,” I tell him, and he sighs.
“Fine, but one of us comes with you.”
“I won’t tell anyone, I promise. I have to take Maya to school in the morning.”
“Or you could stay here, and we can pick her up on the way to work,” Cyrus says.
“We aren’t letting you go anywhere without us,” Eli says.
“Ring your mother and tell her we will stop by in the morning to get Maya before school starts,” Cyrus says, handing me his phone.
“I am not staying here.”
“So, one of us goes with you,” Cyrus says.
Cyrus grabs my keys off the bench before walking off somewhere and returning with a suit. He hands it to Eli before passing him my keys.
“Come on then.” I look to Eli as he folds the suit over his arm.
“I can go by myself, Eli. I won’t run. I won’t tell anyone,” I tell him.
“I know you won’t because I will be with you,” he says, turning and pecking Cyrus on the lips when Cyrus grabs the back of his head, deepening the kiss as I watch his tongue slip into his mouth, making Eli pull him closer.
Arousal floods me at seeing them like this, yet it also weirds me out slightly that it turns me on so much. Cyrus lets him go, and Eli reluctantly moves away, both of them turning to me. Cyrus smirks.
“Like what you see, Addie?” Eli asks, his lips tugging slightly in the corners.
“No,” I lie, pressing my legs together.
“By the smell of your scent, I would say otherwise,” Cyrus says, making my face heat.
“You can smell my scent?” I ask, confused by exactly what it is that they can smell.
“Yes, and your arousal. Pretend all you want that you don’t want us, Addie. Your body gives you away every time,” Cyrus says, making my cheeks flush.