Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Adeline
Eli’s arm moves underneath my head, brushing my cheek as his arm pulls me closer while his fingertips go to the crook of his neck before I see the sharp point of his claws slip from his nail bed, scratching down his skin and tearing through the soft flesh.
His blood trickles down his skin and onto my top lip.
That crazed animalistic urge wraps around me, and I sink my blunt teeth into him.
He moans, pulling me closer as I drink his blood, letting it soothe the aching burn in my throat, the urge I know isn’t mine but our child’s need for blood.
Though it is addictive and sweet; I would be lying if I said I didn’t like the high feeling it gives me, an almost floating sensation.
“Addie,” Cyrus whispers, tugging on my hips.
“Let him go,” he says softly before kissing my shoulder, the sparks rushing across my skin, making me gasp and pull away.
Yet the burning hunger inside me is insatiable. Cyrus’s hand sneaks into my pants, his fingertips rubbing my clit yet my eyes never leave Eli’s neck as I watch the skin slowly close and heal. Cyrus’s finger moves between my lips, parting them before prodding my entrance.
“That’s it, Addie. Focus on what I am doing,” Cyrus whispers as he slides his finger into me.
My legs open, giving him better access, and an airy moan escapes me. Eli moves before I feel his lips press to mine. Cyrus slides his finger out before adding another, and I roll my hips, moving them in rhythm with his movements, my walls squeezing him while Eli swallows my moans.
I become lost in the feeling, yet it isn’t enough. I need more, need them to placate the desire coursing through me. I feel addicted to them.
I tug on Eli’s hip, pulling him closer and kissing him hungrily.
My nails dig into his hip, and I feel possessed.
Cyrus’s fingers expertly move between my wet folds when I feel his fangs graze my mark before he sinks them into my neck.
A moan escapes my lips, and my core pulsates.
Alarm courses through me, knowing I am pregnant.
Eli doesn’t look worried but watches my face rather calmly before he speaks.
“It won’t hurt our baby. Cyrus has control, Addie. He would never risk harming you,” Eli says before leaning forward and kissing me.
Cyrus’s fangs slip out of my neck, and I miss the feeling instantly.
But I notice the burning hunger dissolve as Eli pushes me on my back and uses his knee, pushing my legs apart before settling between them.
His lips travel down my jaw to my neck. He pushes my top up, and Cyrus moves, sitting up and tugging it off over my head, lifting my back and climbing behind me before pulling me back against him.
Eli sits up, tugging my pants down my legs. Cyrus’s hands grope and palm my breasts. Eli moves, pushing my knees apart, his fingertips brushing my slit before he kisses my knee. He leans forward, kissing my lips and sucking my bottom lips in his mouth before biting them.
“What do you want, Addie?” he growls against my throat, his fingers teasing but not entering as he caresses my wet folds, arousal flooding me.
I move my hips against his fingers, needing more friction. His mouth is leaving open-mouth kisses along my ribs before he sucks on my hip, his teeth grazing my skin, and I grip his hair, pushing his face down where I want him.
He chuckles, biting the inside of my thigh, breaking the skin, before running his tongue over it and soothing the sting of his bite.
I move my hips, annoyed at his teasing, my core pulsating with anticipation, and I need release.
I feel on the verge of combusting. Cyrus grips my hair, tugging my head to the side before sucking on my mark, sparks rushing south when I feel Eli’s breath and my swollen lips.
He runs his tongue across my slit, parting my lips, a moan escaping me, and my hips buck against his face, my fingers brushing through his hair as he devours me.
His hot mouth licks and sucks relentlessly before sliding his tongue inside me, and I feel my skin heat.
His hypnotic eyes watch me, and I can’t tear my gaze from his when his eyes turn to the pitch-black orbs of the beast that is him, his hands gripping my thighs, pulling them further apart.
His claws slip from his fingertips as he drags them across my flesh; though it doesn’t hurt, just makes me more aroused at the pain mixed with pleasure, and I feel my stomach tighten when he suddenly stops.
A growl leaves me, something I have never done; the sound is menacing and predatory.
Eli raises his eyebrow at me before shaking his head with a smirk on his face.
He moves, leaning over me. I can feel Cyrus’s chest rumbling against my back as he laughs quietly.
“I have created a monster,” Eli whispers before pecking my lips.
I wrap my legs around his waist, trying to tug him closer, when Cyrus grips his chin, pulling his lips away from mine and kissing him deeply. I watch as Cyrus’s tongue slips into Eli’s mouth, tasting me on Eli’s tongue before pushing him away.
Eli grabs his cock, fisting it in his hand, his other hand on the bedhead next to Cyrus’s head. He runs his aroused, hardened flesh between my wet folds, covering the tip in my juices.
“Is this what you want?” he growls, and I move my hips, wanting his cock inside of me, stretching me to my limits and filling me.
His tip presses to my entrance, and Cyrus reaches forward, grabbing my knees and pulling them apart, opening me wider for Eli.
He presses his tip against me but doesn’t enter.
He watches as I squirm as he runs his cock between my folds and hits my clit, my arousal spilling onto my thighs and coating his length.
Eli presses the tip to my core before sheathing himself inside me in one swift thrust, a guttural cry leaving me at the intense feeling.
My walls clench around him as he slowly pulls out, watching himself slip in and out of me, building up the friction, pleasure rolling through me, and goosebumps rising on my skin as he slowly moves, watching himself slip from my body.
“Fuck, she’s wet,” Eli groans, and I try to move against him, Cyrus’s grip on my legs preventing me from moving an inch.
“Please, Eli,” I beg, his slow rhythm becoming torturous.
My skin heats so much that I can feel how flushed my face is.
A thin sheen of sweat coats my body as I try to remain quiet, knowing we are in an apartment full of supernatural creatures.
Eli’s hands go behind my knees, pressing them against me before he slams into me, thrusting in quicker.
I feel my climax building quickly, my stomach tightening, and Cyrus grabs my throat, turning my head and swallowing my uncontrollable moans.
Eli pounds so hard and fast that I know I would be sore later.
Still, right now, I don’t care, as I feel my release growing nearer before I feel my stomach knot, my muscles tensing.
I cry out loudly as my orgasm washes over me, my walls fluttering around his massive length, and his movements become erratic as he slows, letting me ride out my orgasm before stilling inside me and coating my insides with warm cum.
My entire body feels like it has just run a marathon, but at the same time super-relaxed, as all energy drains right out of me, leaving me breathless and tired.
Eli pulls out of me, gently putting my legs back on the bed; my entire body feels like dead weight.
Cyrus pulls back, letting me catch my breath, and I feel the bed dip as Eli climbs off and walks into the bathroom before returning with a wet cloth.
His fingers gently clean between my legs, and he leans over, kissing my temple as I roll.
I let Cyrus escape from behind me, and I steal his pillow.
Cyrus pulls the blanket over me and reaches over to the nightstand before clicking the button on top of the alarm. My eyes are blurry with wanting to go to sleep.
“Go back to sleep, Addie. We will wake you in two hours,” Cyrus says, brushing the hair from my face, but I am already drifting off into oblivion, feeling completely at ease and so relaxed.
* * *
Stretching as I awake, I feel different.
The movement feels different, but I don’t have a chance to ponder why I feel that way when I suddenly hear yelling.
I scramble out of bed, rushing to put some clothes on, and untangle myself from the sheet wrapped around my ankle.
The yelling gets louder, and I recognize Eli’s voice instantly.
Throwing the door open, I rush down the hall to find Eli has shifted and another wolf I don’t recognize.
But since everyone except Maverick is in the living room, I know it has to be him.
Eli suddenly shifts again, standing upright and grabbing the gray wolf before he has a chance to stand himself.
He grabs him by the scruff of his neck before tossing him and flinging him into the hall stand.
Cyrus’s eyes dart to me, and he gasps while I stand there, horrified that Eli would attack his father in this form.
He us menacing as he stalks toward the gray wolf that is shaking his fur out.
I feel terrible for Emery; her brand-new apartment stands no chance with Eli and her father under the same roof.
“Eli!” Cyrus says, his eyes not leaving mine.
How can Emery and Cyrus just be standing there like this is perfectly fine? That two wolves are not trying to rip shreds off each other in front of them?
Eli looks at Cyrus, who points to me. Maverick’s gray wolf suddenly starts shifting again, his bones snapping as he stands upright.
A growl tears from deep within his chest, which is suddenly cut off when he goes to stalk toward his son before spotting me.
Eli growls, turning to see what Cyrus is pointing at before he, too, freezes in place.