Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
Eli
Grabbing my suitcase out from under the bed, I toss the few things we have here that we actually need back home. Cyrus walks behind me and leans on the door frame.
“Where is Addie?”
“On the lounge. We could have waited another week, Eli.”
“I am done waiting, aren’t you?”
“Yes, but I wanted her to come on her own terms.”
“She would never come willingly. I am not waiting for the hunter bastard to convince her to leave us. She is ours. She will just deal with it,” I tell him, grabbing some of our suits from the walk-in.
“You have already marked her. Why are you like this?” he asks.
“Because if we don’t leave, she will find out.”
Cyrus walks over, shutting the door in case she overhears us. Her hearing isn’t as good as ours, but it still makes him paranoid.
“She won’t find out. What happened wasn’t entirely our fault, you know this. As for Sam, he doesn’t know because if he did, he probably would have told her by now.”
“Yes, but he wants her. He told me he wouldn’t stop till he got her. His infatuation with her is bordering on psychotic, Cyrus. I don’t trust him, and I don’t trust her around him. She loves him, and it is starting to irk me that she is so indecisive.”
“She doesn’t love him. Just everything is happening so fast, it is overwhelming her, and leaving is not helping.”
“I have made the decision. We are going. Nothing you say will change my mind,” I tell him, and he sighs before walking over and wrapping his arms around my shoulder and pulling me against his chest.
My body instantly relaxes under his touch; if only Addie would let us touch her, be with her, surrender to us.
“Since when did you start picking sides?”
“I am not picking sides, Eli. We want the same thing. I just don’t want to ruin everything before we have the chance to get it.”
His hands run over my chest, his lips moving to my shoulder, and I feel my cock twitch in my pants.
Cyrus chuckles, feeling my reaction to him, his hands moving lower and disappearing into the waistband of my pants.
I groan, missing his touch and how easy our relationship is compared to the one we have with Addie.
We have no restrictions, while Addie is consumed with guilt, second-guessing every decision she makes or tries to make.
Her feeling through the bond tells me she wants to be with us, but everything else makes her second-guess.
She doesn’t know how to be on her own. That much is clear.
She has become comfortable in her misery, always putting others first, the responsibility of that constantly consuming her.
She honestly believes that everything is on her shoulders and that she should bear it because that is what family is for.
Turning, I face Cyrus, his lips crashing against my own as he moves his lips against mine.
“I know what you’re doing, Cyrus,” I mumble against his lips as he tries to distract me.
“Are you complaining?” he asks as his hand wraps around my already hardened length.
“No,” I tell him before kissing him harder.
Cyrus laughs, his chest rumbling against mine before he drops to his knees in front of me.
God, I love this man. His lips wrap around my cock, moist and warm, as he takes me in his mouth.
I grip his hair, thrusting into his mouth.
His hand moves up and down the parts of me that he can’t fit in his mouth as he finds his rhythm working my cock and taking me deeper.
Arousal floods me, and I feel lost in the sensation of his tongue running up and down my shaft, my balls and grip on his hair tightening as I force more of myself into his mouth.
He groans, the vibration sending me over the edge as I feel ropes of my hot seed spill into his mouth while he continues to suck me off before stopping and standing.
He kisses me, pressing his body against mine.
“Better?” he asks, moving to my neck as he runs his tongue over my mark before sucking on it.
I offer him my neck, and he wastes no time sinking his fangs into me.
Pleasure rolls over me. The euphoric feeling of his saliva in my system is addictive; I almost feel high as he drinks from me.
But it is over too soon as I feel him pull away, running his tongue and sealing his bite mark, so it will heal quicker.
Cyrus pecks my lips softly before grabbing my face and making me look at him. “She is human. They are emotional. Nearly as emotional as you, but she is ours, so stop stressing. Everything will work out,” he says, pressing his forehead against mine.
“Since when do you like humans? And I am not emotional.”
“Anger is an emotion, Eli, and as for the human part… I don’t like them. They are annoying, selfish things. Except for our human, she is perfect.”
“What about her family?” I ask, knowing full well he liked them.
“They are hers, and she is ours, so I like them too. They are growing on me,” he says, and I raise an eyebrow at him.
Cyrus is the most unemotional creature I have met, except when it comes to me, so it is a little different seeing him actually getting along with humans.
Usually, he just wants to kill them and hates them with a passion and intensity that used to worry me.
Now, though, he has been thinking deeply about his humanity, and I know it has kept him awake at night since Adeline threw herself after that kid who nearly got squished.
He’s always had it in his head that they are self-absorbed and selfish; her actions then confused him.
And made him angry. Over centuries, he has forgotten what it was like to be human and no longer knows how to sympathize with them.
“Do you think Addie will be alright with us?” he suddenly asks, and I can feel the fear that she might reject us because of his sexuality.
Cyrus has never questioned his sexuality. But now, with her, he is worried she won’t accept it?
“Addie knows we are bisexual. She knows we are married, Cyrus. If she had a problem with it, I am sure she would have said so by now,” I tell him.
“Yea, but it is one thing accepting what we are and actually seeing what we are, Eli. What if she doesn’t like it?”
“Then she will deal with it, but judging by how turned on she got watching us kiss, I don’t think she will have a problem with us fucking.”
He nods, realizing how silly he’s sounded, but I can still feel his doubt.
“We should check on her. I don’t like her being on her own,” I tell him, walking to the door.
Her scent hits me strongly the moment I walk out; I follow her scent and can smell the saltiness of her tears and know she has been crying. Looking over the back of the lounge, she is asleep.
“She’s been crying?” Cyrus whispers, stepping behind me and looking down at her.
I nod, feeling guilty that I am the reason for her tears, but she also needs to learn she is ours, and she can’t have Sam.
We won’t allow that, so the best thing is to leave, and even if she doesn’t understand her feelings for him, I can feel them through the bond.
She loves him. Just thinking of him makes my blood boil.
Leaning over the couch, I scoop her up. Her eyes flutter open from the movement, but she doesn’t try to escape, just accepts it and leans into me, going back to sleep.