Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Adeline
I follow Cyrus upstairs to find him putting my clothes on the bed.
I quickly snatch them up and get dressed.
I have this strange feeling that whatever my sister was trying to tell me before was something important.
I don’t understand how she knows about them, and I know Eli and Cyrus aren’t going around blurting out their secrets to just anyone, especially a drug addict.
“Are you dressed? Your sister is downstairs. You can introduce her to Bella when we get to work. She can work the front counter with her,” Eli says, and I nod.
This seems too simple. Everything about what Cyrus did seems too simple. Won’t she go through withdrawals? Could him just telling her to stop really remove years of drug abuse?
When we get to work, I introduce Taylor to Bella quickly before Cyrus grips my arm, pulling me away toward the elevator. He presses the button and pushes me inside.
“Geez, settle down. Why are you in such a bad mood?” I ask, rubbing my arm where his grip is a little too tight, and I can feel my arm bruising.
Eli steps into the elevator, pressing the button to our floor. When we get to the office, I walk out, heading toward my desk, when Eli grabs my arm.
“No, you are working in my office, where I can keep an eye on you.”
“What, why?” I ask, confused.
“You think I didn’t read your emails? I know that’s how you have been communicating with Sam,” he says, steering me toward his office.
Cyrus brings in a chair and places it next to Eli’s.
Eli pushes me down in it, the chair spinning slightly and nearly tipping, and I grab the edge of his desk before I tip backward.
Eli sits beside me, and I dump my handbag on the floor beside me, pissed off that he is making me sit in here like a naughty child.
I feel like I am back in school and being made to sit at the teacher’s desk for misbehaving.
Cyrus walks in, dumping his laptop in front of me.
“Here, use this. I won’t be here for most of the day,” he says, and I open it, turning it on.
“Where are you going?” I ask, looking up at him.
“I may have erased your sister’s memories, but that won’t stop her body from going into withdrawal.
I will have some placebo pills made up with my blood in them to stop her withdrawals until everything is out of her system.
Then I have to organize things for Soya.
We leave at the end of the week,” he says before turning on his heel and walking out.
I look back at the laptop screen, realizing he never gave me the password.
“Do you know his password?” I ask Eli.
“It’s your birthday.”
I scrunch up my eyebrows before typing in 150795. The computer screen unlocks, and I find his screensaver is a picture of Eli sleeping. Eli looks over at it and snorts.
“Shit, he still uses that photo,” he says, shaking his head.
I log into the workplace portal and go through my emails. I see around twenty emails from Sam. Eli notices them and grabs the laptop from me before I have a chance even to open one of them. He deletes them before blocking his email address from my inbox.
“Was that necessary, Eli? Sam is my friend,” I tell him, grabbing the laptop back from him.
“You will soon be marked by both of us, Addie. Until then, I don’t want you talking to Sam.”
“Why? I get he is a hunter, but he was my friend first. That isn’t going to change.”
“Do you love him?” Eli asks, shocking me. His question actually makes me think.
Do I love Sam? I thought I did, but now I’m not so sure.
“Well, until you figure that out and Cyrus has marked you, you are not speaking to him,” Eli says, turning back to his computer.
I sit back in my chair. “Why after Cyrus marks me?” I ask while removing the work documents sent through and filing them on Cyrus’s laptop.
“Because once he marks you, the bond can’t be broken, even with Sam’s witch voodoo shit.
And you won’t want to be with him once you are marked.
You won’t be able to think of any other man except us once the bond has formed.
Right now, you feel me but not Cyrus, and the bond is getting stronger but won’t be complete till we have marked and mated you. ”
“I feel the same,” I tell him, reading through the document I’ve just opened.
Eli’s hand comes down on my knee, and I raise an eyebrow at him, pushing his hand off and continuing to read when he places his hand on my thigh, his hand moving underneath my skirt. I shiver, sparks rushing to my core, and I slam my legs together, arousal flooding me.
“Yep, you feel exactly the same, don’t you, Addie?” he says, and I look at him.
“That’s because you’re touching me. Other than that, I feel the same, Eli,” I tell him, and he turns my chair to face him.
Using his foot, he pushes my legs apart, my skirt riding up.
I see his eyes flicker, and I know he can see my lace panties.
He leans forward, his hands running up my thighs, and I feel his thumbs brush the lace fabric, his face only inches off mine, a devious smile on his lips.
“Eli, stop. We are at work,” I tell him, his manly smell hitting me, and I breathe in deeply.
Eli chuckles, making me realize what I have just done before his lips come crashing against my own.
His warm lips mold around mine as his tongue runs across my bottom lip, wanting access, and I grant it.
His tongue is fighting mine for dominance, and I moan into his mouth, his chest rumbling as he chuckles at my reaction to him.
Eli grips my hips, ripping me onto his lap so I am straddling him.
Eli pushes my skirt up, his hand moving over the thin fabric covering my core, pulsating to its own beat as arousal engulfs me, and I am not sure if it is mine or his.
One of his hands moves to my hair as he rips my head back, his lips going to my neck as he nips and sucks on the skin.
His other hand moves between my legs, and I feel his fingers brush over my slit, the thin fabric damp with my arousal.
I feel him push the fabric to the side, running his fingers between my wet folds.
He lets go of my hair, and I grip his face, pulling his lips back to mine and kissing him deeply.
I feel his teeth graze my lip, making me shiver, his arm wrapping around my waist when his finger penetrates me, making me jump slightly at the intrusion.
He slides his finger out before adding another, and I move my hips against his fingers, his thumb rubbing my clit as he curls his fingers inside me, hitting that sweet spot I can never reach.
His fingers slide in and out, slick with my juices, and he pulls back.
His teeth nip my neck before I feel his hand around my waist move to my blouse as he pops the top two buttons, exposing my breast to him.
His teeth graze the skin not covered by my bra.
My nails are digging into his shoulder and chest. I feel my skin heat up, a breathy moan escaping me; my skin begins to flush, bringing me close to an orgasm.
Eli’s fingers move faster as his thumb rubs my sensitive bud of nerves. “Come for me, Addie,” he whispers, his voice next to my ear alone enough to send me over the edge.
I feel my walls clamp down on his fingers, my walls fluttering as my orgasm washes over me in waves. Eli slows his movements, letting me ride out my orgasm, leaving me breathless.
Eli pulls his fingers from me, my face turning red when I watch him suck his fingers clean before he grips my face, crushing his lips against mine, and I can taste my juices on his tongue when he plunges it into my mouth. He groans before pulling back.
“Still not feeling the mate bond?” he asks with a sly smile on his lips.
Cyrus pulls us from our little bubble when he suddenly walks in.
I scramble off Eli’s lap, suddenly feeling embarrassed.
Eli smirks at my blushing face. Cyrus walks over to Eli, leaning over the back of his chair and reaching into Eli’s front pocket.
Eli looks up at him, and Cyrus kisses him.
I feel arousal watching them together. Seriously, what is wrong with my libido?
Cyrus pulls back, his hand removing Eli’s keys from his pocket.
“Someone smells good enough to eat,” he murmurs before looking at me, his eyes turning crimson.
I look away, knowing full well what Cyrus has just tasted on his tongue.
“Forgot your keys,” he says, jingling Eli’s car keys in the air before he walks out.
I turn back to the computer, trying to ignore the ache between my legs, hoping it will go away.
The rest of the day goes by quickly. Eli makes me remain at his desk.
Even when I have my lunch break, Eli comes with me, refusing to let me go anywhere by myself.
Taylor is slowly adjusting to working but is a fast learner, so I know she will be fine after a week or two.
Cyrus comes back in the afternoon before calling Eli out of the room, and I use that opportunity to message Sam.
Only when I do, the message won’t go through.
“Did you block my messages?” I ask when Eli walks back in.
“Yep, to Sam, I did. And any message you send will notify my phone of the text,” he says, and I toss my phone in my bag, irritated.
“Why are you messaging Sam?” he asks.
“To make sure he is okay after last night. Why else?”
“Sam is fine. As much as I would love to kill the germ, I touch him, and I will have his entire organization after us.”
“My father was a hunter,” I tell him, still trying to wrap my head around that new information. “Did you know him?”
Eli growls low in the back of his throat. “Now, why would I know your father? I don’t go around trying to get hunters’ attention, Adeline.”
“I was only asking. No need to get snappy,” I tell him, reaching down, grabbing my handbag, and tossing it over my shoulder.
Cyrus walks in with a bottle of pills in a clear tube. I notice the pills are red in color.
“So what exactly is in those pills besides your blood?” I ask him as he slips them into his pocket.
“Just sugar pills,” he says, and I nod.
Cyrus grabs my hand, leading me downstairs, where Taylor is waiting with Bella.
“Can we grab Maya on the way home?” she asks.
“Your mother already has,” Eli tells her.
Taylor nods, looking confused. We walk out to the car, and I climb in the back with my sister. Bella waves as Eli pulls out of the parking space. Cyrus turns in his chair, facing us before looking at Taylor.
“Come here,” he tells her, and she immediately obeys, moving to the edge of her seat. Cyrus grips her face and holds up the bottle of pills.
“Take one of these daily until they are gone. If your mother asks what they are, tell her they are birth control pills,” he says, his eyes a dark-red color, and I shake my head, finding myself lost in them along with her.
He lets go of her face, and I notice my sister’s eyes are glazed over before she shakes her head.
Cyrus places the pills in her hand, and she slips them into her bag.
I stare at her, but it is like the conversation they’ve just had never happened as she talks away happily about work.
I remain quiet, not knowing if I like this new version of my sister.
I keep waiting for something to go wrong, only it doesn’t.
I notice Eli looking at me a few times in the mirror as I try to listen to my sister.
When we pull up, Maya is outside waiting on the porch with my mother.