Chapter 6 #2
I feel Eli tense beneath me when he pulls my head to the side, his canines sinking into my mark.
I cry out before my cries turn into moans.
I move against his cock, feeling it twitch inside me as he finds his release, his canines slipping from my skin.
I feel Cyrus’s hand go under my stomach, pulling me up and flush against his chest, and I roll my hips, riding both their cocks, when I feel his fangs sink into my neck, making me moan as my stomach tightens, another orgasm rippling over me in waves.
My pussy is clenching both their cocks, and I feel Cyrus still, his seed spilling inside me, coating my insides with Eli’s, leaving me breathless before his fangs retract from my skin.
I slump against Eli’s chest, out of breath.
Cyrus pulls out and leans down, kissing my shoulder, his hands caressing my back before he climbs off the bed.
Eli rolls, so I am under him. He kisses my lips softly before pulling out of me.
“I love you,” I tell him as he pulls back.
He smiles, kissing my lips softly. I truly mean it; they are mine, and I only want them.
“I love you too,” he says, and I see Cyrus standing next to my head. He leans down, kissing Eli before pecking my lips.
“I love you,” he says, and I reach up, pulling him closer and kissing him back.
“And I love you too,” I tell him before letting him go.
Eli hops up, walking into the bathroom while Cyrus walks out to the kitchen before coming back with some bottled water. Eli walks out with a damp cloth before cleaning between my legs, the sensation making me moan as the wet fabric brushes my skin.
“Well, mating her hasn’t worked,” I just manage to hear Eli say to Cyrus.
Cyrus kneels on the bed before placing his hand on my head. “She isn’t burning up, though,” he says before lying beside me and pulling me to rest on his chest.
“Do you feel hot?” he asks, and I shake my head. I feel fine. The heat dissipates though the throb of arousal hasn’t.
“I don’t want to change. I want to stay human,” I tell them.
“You might not have a choice, Addie,” Cyrus says as he runs his fingers up my side. Goosebumps rise on my skin from his touch.
“We can wait—” Cyrus goes to say something when Eli holds up a finger, stopping his protest.
“We can wait a couple of days. See if it goes away.”
“She may not have a couple of days, Eli,” Cyrus says.
“She isn’t burning up. Maybe it will take a while for it to go away,” Eli suggests.
“A couple of days, then you let me change you?” Cyrus asks, tilting my chin up on his chest.
“What will happen afterward?” I ask, and Cyrus looks at Eli.
“You stay with us till you get your bloodlust under control.”
“Bloodlust?”
“You will struggle to control it. I struggled for years with it.”
“That’s what the cage is for in Soya, isn’t it?”
“We won’t lock you in it, not now,” Eli says.
“So, we have to go back to Soya?”
“We can stay here, but it would be best for us in Soya,” Eli tells me, and I nod.
“Will you come back to Soya?” he asks.
“I don’t have a choice!” I tell him.
“You do. That’s why I’m asking,” Eli says.
Nothing is really keeping me here, and I don’t particularly want to be stuck here craving them.
“No, we can go back to Soya,” I tell him, and he lets out a breath, climbing back on the bed.
Eli lies beside me, his fingers moving over my hip, and he kisses my shoulder.
“We can make you happy, Addie,” Eli whispers.
“I am, as long as I’m with you both,” I tell him, grabbing his hand and draping it over me.
Every piece of me is calling for them, unable to go without them. They are my vice, and now I can’t understand how I’ve ever doubted them.
“What are you thinking about?” Cyrus asks, but I shake my head, wiggling closer and pulling Eli’s hand up higher, loving their warmth pressed against me.
* * *
The next morning I wake to Eli climbing out of bed. I am still pressed firmly against Cyrus’s chest while he absentmindedly twirls my hair around his fingers while staring at his phone.
“We can always cancel and just head home,” I hear Cyrus tell Eli.
“No, we should just get it over with, then go home,” Eli says, and I prop my chin on Cyrus’s chest, wondering what they are talking about.
“Are you going somewhere?” I ask him.
“We are supposed to have a meeting, but Eli is going. I will stay here with you,” Cyrus says.
I shake my head.
“I’m not leaving you here by yourself,” Cyrus says.
“Then I will come,” I tell him, and he looks over to Eli, and so do I. He shrugs, not really caring.
“Fine. I have some of your clothes here anyway. I will go grab them for you,” Cyrus says, sitting up and forcing me up from my comfy spot on him.
“Go shower. We will leave in thirty minutes,” Eli says, slapping my butt.
I scoot to the edge of the bed before standing. Eli walks out, and I am actually grateful because the moment I do, my head spins, making me sway slightly as I stumble to the bathroom.
Clutching the sink basin, I turn the tap on, wetting my face with cool water before turning the shower on.
Other than standing too quickly, I feel pretty good and hop in the shower.
I shower quickly and hop out before walking into the bedroom.
Cyrus walks in with a white blouse and a high-waisted black skirt I recognize as mine.
He leaves it on the bed before walking to the bathroom and coming out with a hair dryer.
“Come here. You dress while I dry your hair,” he says, plugging it in at the outlet near the dresser.
I grab my clothes, dumping them on the dresser before drying myself while Cyrus fiddles with my hair, brushing and drying it.
“Missed your calling, should have been a hairdresser.”
He grunts, not agreeing, as I pull my panties up my legs. Eli walks in as I pull my arms through my blouse before walking over and doing the buttons.
“You’re aware I can dress myself?” I tell him.
He ignores my comment, and I hear the dryer shut off.
“Step into it,” Cyrus says, and I look down to see my skirt.
I do as he asks, and he pulls it up before doing the zip at the back. The skirt is sitting mid-thigh. I tug it down a little, not liking my legs being so exposed while Eli tucks my shirt into it.
“We can stop on the way. I don’t have shoes here for you, but there is a shoe shop on the corner of the main street,” Cyrus says, and I nod.
I follow them to the car, climbing in the back. Eli drives us into the city, stopping to get coffee and at the shoe shop.
Cyrus jumps out before returning with some black strapy heels that are a little higher than I would have preferred, but I can’t complain; they are better than going barefoot.
“So, who is this meeting with?” I ask, and Eli looks at me in the rearview mirror.
“With Pete, it’s to do with—”
“Sam?”
He nods. “We also have a normal meeting after but can cancel if you want,” Eli says, but I shake my head.
Getting to work, I say hello to my sister before heading upstairs to my desk. Eli and Cyrus are busy, and the phone won’t not stop ringing. The moment I put it down, I pick it straight back up again.