Chapter 9 #2
I kiss him back before pulling him closer, my lips trailing down his neck to Cyrus’s mark on his skin.
I suck on it, and he groans, gripping my hips and moving me up and down his cock, and I feel my stomach tighten at the friction building inside me.
I rest my forehead in the crook of his neck, letting him move me up and down his length, my skin becoming flushed, making me even hotter in the steamed-up room.
My walls clench around his length, and he picks up his movements, shoving me over the edge and making me moan loudly as my pussy pulsates around him, clenching him.
I feel a strange urge rush over me, and before realizing what I am doing, I bite him.
Eli tenses as my blunt teeth break his skin before I feel him still, finding his own release as his seed spills inside me, coating my insides.
My teeth slip out of his skin, and I feel his blood run down my chin.
I pull back and panic at what I have just done. However, Eli finds it quite amusing.
“You bit me,” he chuckles, looking down at his shoulder.
“I didn’t mean to,” I tell him, and he grabs my face before kissing my lips.
“We bite you all the time, and you bite me and freak out.” He laughs.
“Did I hurt you?” I ask him, and he looks at it.
“No, but it tickled,” he says, turning back to look at me.
I feel his now flaccid cock slip from my body, and he lets me stand.
His fingers gently wash me before we step out to grab some towels.
I wrap mine around me just in time to hear the elevator doors open and Cyrus talking to somebody.
I can tell he is talking to another man by the deepness of the visitor’s voice.
Cyrus is explaining something to him, yet I can’t quite hear what he is saying.
“Come on, you need to get changed,” Eli says, and I grab the first thing my hand touches, which is a pair of tights and one of their shirts.
I quickly dry myself and slip them on before following him out of the bedroom and into the living room.
A man with dark hair is standing there, talking to Cyrus, with a black bag at his feet.
He looks ordinary, but I know looks can be deceiving.
As he turns around, I know he is a werewolf by the way his eyes darken slightly like Eli’s.
Both of them turn around, facing us as we enter.
The man appears to be in his early thirties.
Not that looks are anything to go by; he is probably as ancient as them.
“Addie, this is Cedric,” Cyrus introduces us.
Cyrus motions for me to sit on the lounge, and I walk over to it before taking a seat. The man comes over with his bag, placing it on the coffee table and unzipping it.
“What’s going on?” I ask worriedly as he starts rummaging through his bag. He hands me a urine cup.
“Can you pee in that for me and bring it back?”
Huh? I am not peeing in a cup for some random man.
“Addie, do as he says, please. We need to make sure the heat isn’t killing you,” Cyrus says.
“I told you, I feel fine, Cyrus. I would tell you if I felt off.”
“Then you have nothing to worry about. Please, do as he says,” Cyrus tells me, and I roll my eyes before standing and hopping up off the couch. I don’t even need to pee, I think to myself as I walk into the bathroom.
After a few minutes, Eli knocks on the door. “Addie?”
“I don’t need to pee,” I tell him. I am wasting my bloody time sitting on the toilet.
Eli opens the door, walking in.
“Oi, get out,” I tell him, and he walks over to the sink basin and turns it on.
“Try harder. The doc isn’t leaving till he has checked everything.”
“Well, can you get out? Trying to pee here,” I tell him, becoming frustrated though the tap works, and I manage to fill the cup before placing the lid on it. I walk out to see Cyrus leaning on the door with his hand out.
“Eww, no. I’m not handing you my pee,” I tell him, and he sighs before clicking his fingers.
I roll my eyes, giving him the cup, and he walks out. I follow to see the doctor pulling out a blood pressure cuff. Cyrus places the urine sample on the coffee table beside his bag, and the doc gives him a nod.
“Take a seat,” Cedric tells me, and I flop on the couch. The doc takes my temperature, and I am a little warm. He then takes my blood pressure, which is high but not too worrisome.
He also takes some blood samples from me while I glare at Eli. The doctor then turns his head to the side before asking me to lie down and appears to be listening to my heartbeat with his advanced hearing.
“This is ridiculous,” I mutter, and the doctor holds up a finger wanting me to be quiet when he moves his head to my stomach. He chuckles, shaking his head and running a hand through his hair.
“Well, this was a waste of my time. Do you two not listen to her heart at all?” Cedric asks, looking at Cyrus and Eli.
“What, why?” Cyrus asks, and I look at the doctor, wondering what he is talking about.
“Because you would have noticed there are two heartbeats. She isn’t dying, Cyrus. She is pregnant.”
“But she is in heat?” Eli asks, and the doc shakes his head.
“She is a human carrying a supernatural child. Her heat won’t go until she has the baby.
You will need to notify the council she is carrying your child.
Her having two mates, it will be a hybrid.
Also, Cyrus, you can probably hear her because she would be gravitating toward you two.
A natural instinct for most pregnant Lycans is to seek out their mate’s comfort. ”
“But I’m not Lycan,” I tell him, and he shrugs.
“Only thing that makes sense as to why he can hear you. Your body would be dropping its guards, making you seek them out for protection,” the doc says, stuffing everything back in his bag before standing.
“I will still test this when I get back,” he says, taking the urine sample and placing it in a ziplock bag.
I don’t know what to think, and by the looks on Eli and Cyrus’s faces, they haven’t really absorbed it either.
“Congrats. I will send the information to the council later. Bring her by my office in a couple of weeks,” he says, tapping Cyrus’s shoulder with his hand. Cyrus nods, not taking his eyes off my stomach, a thoughtful expression on his face.
“Wait, her being human?” Eli asks, looking at the doc, not finishing what he is going to ask.
“Just bring her to my office in a couple of weeks. There are ways around it, Eli. She doesn’t have to die. We have had a human survive before. Technology helps. Oh, how the times have changed,” Cedric muses.
Eli nods, showing him to the elevator, and Cedric leaves.
Cyrus, however, is still staring at me, and his stare is making me nervous.
I suddenly want to know what he is thinking.
Do they even want to be fathers? One thing I do know, despite my shock, is that I don’t care what they have to say.
I am keeping it. That thought makes Cyrus’s eyes dart to mine.
“So, you’re happy to be pregnant?” he asks, watching my face.
“Well, I’m not sad about it.”
Eli comes over, and I can tell something worries him. Eli looks at Cyrus, pressing his lips in a line. “Well, at least she isn’t dying,” Eli tells him.
“Yes, not yet anyway,” Cyrus says.
“I don’t care about the risks. I am not getting rid of our baby,” I tell them, making them both look at me.
“You think we don’t want a baby, Addie? We never said that. I am happy with you being pregnant, and so is Cyrus. Just a little shocked because there are risks with you being human.”
“We won’t stop you from keeping it, love.”
“So, you’re not angry?” I ask them.
They both shake their heads, and I let out a sigh of relief.