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I slap them away.

“Nope, definitely not. I am comfortable here,” I tell them, too scared to move.

The pain is horrendous now that my body has come down from its high.

“So round two, then?” Eli asks, moving his hips, making me cry out.

“No,” I tell him, my nails digging into his thighs.

“Stop being a sook. Ready?” asks Cyrus.

“No, not ready!” I cry when he grips my arms and makes me stand.

Eli painfully slips from my body. He slaps my ass, and I hiss. He walks off into the bathroom while I lean on Cyrus, everything hurting like I have run a marathon.

“Come have a shower,” he says, tugging me toward the bathroom.

I step in next to Eli, who pulls me against him. He kisses my temple before grabbing the loofah and washing me.

“Never again,” I tell him.

“Definitely again. It gets easier,” he says, squeezing my ass.

I shake my head against him, and he chuckles.

“You have two mates, Addie, and you didn’t seem to mind until we stopped,” he says before leaning down and kissing me quickly.

We shower quickly before hopping out. Eli hands me a shirt, and I slip it on.

“Where did Cyrus go?” I ask him.

“Heating up dinner,” he says, and my stomach growls embarrassingly at the mention of food.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Adeline

We eat dinner before watching a movie. By the time the movie is done, it is early morning, and I force myself to bed. I head upstairs, half-asleep, before climbing into bed next to Cyrus, who retired earlier in the night. Eli climbs in beside me, pulling the blanket up before looking at the alarm clock on the bedside table.

“Won’t be working today,” he mumbles, placing his head on his pillow.

He falls asleep quickly, snuggling into my side but as soon as my head hits the pillow, my mind won’t stop. I struggle to go to sleep, tossing and turning, praying my brain would just switch off its chatter. An hour has passed of me sitting awake in the dark room.

Why did I have that coffee at 10PM?

Rolling over to face the other side, I can’t get comfortable when I start thinking about the basement. My mind conjures up a heap of different nightmares eating away at me. I want to know and doubt I will sleep until I know what they are hiding down there.

Sitting up, I wriggle out of the blankets, checking to make sure they are both sleeping peacefully. I scoot over the top of the covers toward the end of the bed. My feet find the soft carpet when Cyrus suddenly rolls in his sleep, his hand outstretched as he pats the bed before coming in contact with Eli. He rolls over, snuggling against him, while I hold my breath to see if he actually wakes. When he doesn’t, I climb completely off the bed, standing at the foot of it staring at them.

I quietly make my way to the door before twisting the silver knob, every noise making my heart jolt frantically as I look over my shoulder, waiting for one of them to jump out at me. I walk down the stairs to the basement door directly under them and twist the knob. It is locked. I look around for the key in the side table drawers, careful to remain quiet. I enter the kitchen and grab their keys out of the fruit bowl that sits on the bench.

Each jingle makes my breathing hitch as I listen for movement upstairs. I carefully try each key before realizing none of them works. I remember Eli’s put it in his pants pocket; the only problem is that I will have to go back to the room where he’s discarded them on the floor next to the walk-in.

I sneakily make my way upstairs, the door creaking slightly as I open it, and I crawl around on the floor, trying to find where he has dropped them. My hand hits the fabric, and I have to contain my excitement when I feel a single key in the pocket. I rummage through his pocket before grabbing it and making my way downstairs again.

I place the key in the lock, and my heart sinks slightly. Now that I have the opportunity to unlock the door, fear kicks in.

Do I really want to know what is down here?