Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-Two
Adeline
“What happened with your visitor?” Eli asks Cyrus.
“He left not long ago.”
“Damn, I was hoping you killed him,” Eli mutters, and I glare at him.
“You shouldn’t wish death on anybody. What is wrong with you?”
“I don’t know, Addie. What would be wrong with me? I have a disobedient mate, one who likes to sneak around with other men and, to top it off, who was sneaking around with him in my house.”
“He is a friend, for the hundredth time,” I snap at him, sick of repeating myself.
“Yeah, one that was balls deep in you for years.”
“Like you can talk… How many people have you been with?” I demand since they seem so fascinated with my sexual past.
“Didn’t count, but I have never snuck around on my mates as you did.”
“We didn’t do anything, just sat around talking.”
“You may not have, but he did. Exactly the reason you won’t be seeing him anymore. I mean it, Addie. I catch him here again, and I will lock you in this room.”
“You can’t do that. Cyrus, help. You said he could visit,” I say, turning to him.
“No, you need to cut all ties with Sam. Eli is right. No more, Addie,” Cyrus tells me.
“He won’t be a problem. The organization is looking for him. He won’t be here much longer,” Eli says.
“The organization?”
“Yes, Samuel breached both the hunters’ organization’s and the supernatural council’s laws.
He isn’t meant to be here, and you are lucky he is your friend, or we would have killed him.
We are well within our rights to, seeing that he stepped on our property and touched our mate without the council’s go-ahead. ”
“You wouldn’t,” I gasp, horrified.
Would they kill someone for visiting a friend?
“Oh, I will if he shows up here again. You contact him in any way, I mean it. I will hunt the bastard down and make you watch when I rip him to pieces,” Eli says, taking a step forward, and I take one back.
“You are ours. I don’t want you anywhere near him, Addie. This is your last warning. I see you with him, and you won’t like the consequences.”
“But he is meant to be coming back tomorrow.”
“He will be gone by then, hopefully. If not, he dies, simple as that,” he says, storming out of the room.
Cyrus follows after him, and I can hear them talking in hushed voices as I follow them downstairs. Eli goes back to the basement, and when I try to go down and speak to him, I find the door locked, which makes me suspicious.
What are they hiding down there that they feel the need to lock me out?
I am not sure, but I am planning to find out, even if it means waiting up all night for them to fall asleep.
* * *
I don’t hear from Sam for the rest of the day, and I know it is because Eli has refused to unblock him from my phone. Eli remains in the basement doing god knows what while Cyrus hovers all day, refusing to answer my many questions.
Logging into Facebook on my phone while I prepare dinner, I have to hide the smile that creeps onto my face when I see a message from Sam. The smile instantly slips off my face when I read it.
Sam: You need to get out, Addie. Get out of there and away from them. I have no idea what they planned with the council, but I can no longer help you. If I can get away, I will come for you.
Me: What do you mean? I reply, but he isn’t online.
The message sent was from not long after Eli got home. Did the council really find him that quickly, and what was it that they organized with the council?
Cyrus gets up from his chair at the table, and I quickly log out, placing my phone on the counter.
“What is wrong? Why the shift in emotions?” he asks before picking up my phone and unlocking the screen. He flicks through my phone for a few seconds.
“Log in, now,” he says.
My heart rate picks up when I see the Facebook app on the screen. “No!”
“No?” he says, his eyes flickering dangerously. “Log in, Addie. If you have nothing to hide, you have no reason to worry. Now log in,” Cyrus says, gripping my wrist and tugging me to him.
Eli walks in, assessing the current situation before glancing at my phone in Cyrus’s hand.
“What’s going on?” he asks, looking at Cyrus.
I rip my hand from his grip, turning back to peeling potatoes.
“She was messaging someone and won’t log back in,” Cyrus tells him.
“Let it go. It won’t matter soon anyway,” Eli tells him.
Cyrus isn’t happy but hands me my phone back.
“What are you making?” Eli asks, coming over, tugging on my hips, and pulling me against him.
Eli’s sudden complete shift in his usual asshole behavior shocks me.
“Beef stroganoff and mash,” I tell him.
“Want some help?” he asks, kissing my shoulder.
I turn in his arms looking up at him. “What’s going on?”
“Why would anything be going on?” he asks, pecking my lips and pulling me closer.
“You’re being nice,” I tell him, deciding to play along with whatever game he is playing.
“I’m just in a good mood.”
“And why is that?” I ask, suddenly curious as to what he has to be excited about.
“Everything is just coming together.”
My brows furrow in confusion. I can also feel Cyrus suddenly become nervous, making me glance at him.
“I’ll finish cooking. Go find a movie to watch or something,” Cyrus says.
Eli tugs me out of the kitchen before moving toward the stairs. I am about to walk past and into the living room when he suddenly pulls me to him, tossing me over his shoulder and marching me up the stairs.
“Put me down! We are meant to be finding a movie to watch,” I tell him as I dangle upside down on his shoulder.
“I would rather watch you writhe beneath me,” he says, slapping my ass.
I dig my elbows into his back, propping myself up on them.
He wriggles, trying to move them from between his shoulder blades.
When that doesn’t work, he bites the side of my ass through my pants, making me hiss and turn on his shoulder.
I smack the side of his head when I am suddenly tossed on the bed, knocking the air out of me.
Eli smiles at me before gripping my ankles and yanking me to the edge of the bed.
“Why are you in such a good mood?” I ask, trying to claw myself away from him, the blankets being ripped down as I clutch onto them, trying to escape his clutches.
He pulls me back toward him, a squeal leaving my lips from the quick movement when I slip off the bed, landing flat on my face, my boobs smacking the ground first, painfully crushed under my weight as I hit the ground with a soft thud. He laughs at me.
“Fucking jackass,” I shriek, socking him one in the nuts.
He grunts, clutching his balls, and I crawl away from him, about to make a run for it, when I feel his arms wrap around my waist, his chest rumbling against my back as he laughs at my attempt to escape him.
“That was a low blow,” he growls out before sitting on the bed and turning me, so I am draped over his lap.
He rubs my ass with his huge palm. I know he is about to brand it with his hand, so I do the only logical thing in my position. I bite the outside of his thigh. He jumps before his hand comes down my ass, making my eyes water.
“Let go!” he says, but I bite down harder.
His hand coming down harder on my ass makes me cry out, forcing me to let go. I can taste the denim of his jeans on my tongue.
“Only dogs bite. Are you a dog?”
“No, but you are Fido. Now, let me up,” I tell him, squirming on his lap as I use my hands to push up and off his lap.
His hand rubs over my ass before hooking his thumb into the waistband and pulling my panties down.
“Quit moving,” he says, running his hand over my skin, sparks rushing over my exposed flesh.
His fingers trail between my cheeks before brushing over my slit as he rubs it.
“You know, there is a thing called consent. I haven’t given you permission to touch me,” I tell him.
“Do you want me to stop, Addie?” he asks, parting my lips with his fingers, sparks rushing to my clit, and I feel my walls clench.
His fingers linger but do not enter as he gently strokes around my entrance.
I feel myself becoming wet, my arousal spilling onto my thighs, and I push against his fingers, wanting them inside me.
“I take that as a no?” he says before pressing his fingers against my clit, making me moan at his torturous teasing.
“Words, Addie,” he says, stopping.
“Oh my god, Eli, if you stop, I will bite you again,” I warn him when he suddenly pinches my clit hard, making me gasp before rolling it between his fingers, soothing the sudden pain.
“Sorry didn’t hear you. What was that, love?”
I groan when his fingers stop moving again.
“Don’t stop,” I whine, and he chuckles, his fingers moving again as he starts rubbing my clit in circular motions.
I moan at the friction, my walls clenching when he moves, his fingers sliding between my wet folds before sliding into me; he moves them slowly.
Pulling them in and out, my juices coat him as they slip in and out of me, making me push against them, wanting him to go faster.
His hand in the center of my back moves to my hair before he grabs a handful, pulling my head back.
He leans down, kissing my jaw, running his nose along it to my ear.
“So wet,” he murmurs, plunging his fingers inside me deeper, making me cry out.
He lets go of my hair, his hand moving to his belt buckle, but I have no intentions of hopping off his lap, so I remain still as he pulls his belt out with one hand.
I can feel his erection digging into my stomach when he suddenly pulls his fingers from me before pulling me up, and I huff, annoyed, as he makes me stand.
He pushes my panties to the floor with his foot.
“Remove them,” he says, and I step out of them.
“Remove the shirt,” he says, watching me as I peel it off.
He opens his legs before pulling me between them, making me stand in front of him.
“Hands together behind your back,” he says, watching to see what I would do.
I do as he asks, turning around and placing my hands together behind my back. He wraps the belt around them, tightening it, and I try to move them, but they don’t budge.