Chapter 45 #2
“You shouldn’t have thrown it. Books don’t belong on the floor to be stepped on,” I tell him.
He climbs on the bed and rolls away from me.
“Do you plan on sleeping with the light on?” I ask him.
“No,” he says but doesn’t move to turn the light off.
“Do you want me to turn the light off?”
“No, I want your lips wrapped around my cock. That is what I want,” he snaps.
I find his temper amusing.
“So, you want to sleep with the light on?” I know I am just fueling the fire inside him; I know he is at the end of his tether, a tether that is about to snap.
I get up to turn the light off but hear movement behind me.
I know he is directly behind me as I flick the light off.
Eli is no longer fully in control. I have encountered this side of him multiple times over the years and find it more amusing; he doesn’t scare me.
Addie, however, might just be terrified if he is like this with her.
I feel his breath on my neck; he is standing that close.
“Do you plan on just sniffing me, Eli?” I ask, turning around to see his onyx eyes peering back at me in the darkness like black mirrors.
I step around him, and he growls as he watches me walk back toward the bed. Before I reach it, though, he tries to grab me, but I am expecting him to and instead sidestep and grab his arm before tossing him forward. He lands on the bed with a huff of annoyance.
“Pouting won’t get you what you want,” I tell him, rolling my eyes at his alter ego.
He watches me as I step closer, kneeling on the bed, my knee between his legs.
He is close to begging or just taking what he wants.
I have a funny feeling about what it will be, too.
Taking it is, and I feel him grab the front of my shirt, his claws shredding the front of it as he rips me to him before shoving me down on my back.
His lips find mine as he kisses me. His chest is purring as he takes what he wants, his lips moving over my skin harshly.
I would be bruised and battered if I were human as he bites my flesh, breaking the skin.
I feel his canines graze my mark, and he bites down on it, remarking me, which tends to be more of a possessive trait I have observed in Lycans over the years. It would instill in their mates that they are their property and not to leave them; female Lycans are the same, especially in heat.
Marking is symbolic across all supernatural creatures, but Lycans tend to remark their mates, similar to how a dog marks their territory, only by marking their mate’s flesh with their teeth.
When I feel his lips move to the other side of my neck, I grab his face. I already bear his mark. I sure as hell don’t need another matching on the other side.
“Eli!” I warn him, and he growls almost predatorily. “I am yours already.”
He seems to stop, thinking my words over, before nodding between my hands and returning to my mark, his claws shredding my pants as he grabs them in his fist, tearing my skin.
This is one thing I do fear with Addie, him being this rough.
I know he will hold back with her; he knows he can’t actually hurt me permanently, but just his grip being too tight on her could break her soft bones and tear her flesh.
He really is a monster in these moments, but I understand it; Addie won’t.
I feel his mouth moving lower as he nips and sucks on my skin.
His lips trail down my abs before I feel him grip my hips, intending to flip me over.
I can feel his hard length against my leg, and I grip his hands before yanking him forward and shoving him on his back.
He growls angrily before trying to shove me off when I grab his cock in my hand.
He groans, falling on his back as I stroke him from base to tip.
My hand squeezes as it moves along his aroused flesh, and he thrusts into my hand impatiently.
Moving between his legs, I suck on the side of his shaft, letting my tongue run up the length of him before sucking on the tip. His hand instantly goes to the back of my head as he forces more of him into my mouth and hits the back of my throat.
I pull back and can feel his burning hot annoyance.
“I would prefer to be able to still talk, Eli. Do it again, and I will stop,” I snap at him.
He thrusts into my hand, which is still holding his base.
Leaning back down, I take him in my mouth, finding my own rhythm as I suck on his hard veiny length, his hand going to my head again, but this time he just runs his fingers through it instead of forcing me down on him.
His cock slips between my lips easily as I pick up my pace, my hand stroking the parts of him I can’t take comfortably.
His legs tense, and he grips my hair as I bob my head, sucking harder.
He never takes long like this. No, he just wants release while in this state.
I feel his cock twitch in my mouth before feeling ropes of his seed spill into my mouth and run down the back of my throat.
I swallow it, sucking on his skin and cleaning the mess before I feel him grip my arms, pulling me to him.
He kisses me, now calmed down, and I feel his stress leave and his terrible mood go with it, as he grabs my cock in his large hand, wanting to return the favor, when the phone suddenly rings. Eli sits up, looking over at it.
“It’s late,” he says, his eyes going to their normal color.
I push him off and get up, grabbing the phone to see it is just after midnight. Debbie’s name pops up on the screen.
“It’s her mother,” I tell him, and Eli jumps off the bed, snatching the phone from my hand and answering it.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Eli?” she says, and I can hear the panic in her voice.
“What’s wrong, Debbie?” Eli asks her.
“I think something is wrong with Ada. She collapsed earlier.” My heart starts pounding rapidly at her words.
“She is fine, but she is really hot, like extremely hot, and I noticed it a few weeks back. I don’t know.
It’s probably nothing, but Michael told me that supernatural people react badly without their mates.
I know she is human, but… Never mind, it is probably a bug.
I don’t know why I called, but I am worried about her,” Debbie rambles.
Eli and I look at each other.
Is Addie in heat again, and if she is, how long has she struggled with it?
“Sorry to call so late. I will just give her some Panadol and book her a doctor’s appointment tomorrow.”
“No, you are right. It can affect her. We will be on the next flight to see her, don’t take her to the doctor’s. They will just run unnecessary tests.”
“So it does affect her, too, even with her being human?” Debbie asks when suddenly I hear Addie’s voice in the background.
“Mom, who are you talking to? It’s late.”
“Shit, she just got out of the shower,” Debbie says.
“Don’t tell her it’s us. We will see you soon,” Eli tells her, hanging up the phone.
“Pack. We are going back to bring her home,” Eli says.
I nod, now worried, before grabbing a suitcase and dumping clothes in it.
Addie should have told us if she is in heat instead of just suffering through it, but now we aren’t going just to sit and wait, knowing what has been causing her distress when we could fix it.
I know she will be pissed off with us showing up unannounced, but she won’t even take our calls.
So, what does she expect? For us to go on with our lives without her?
Because that has never been an option for us. She is ours, and mates are for life.