Page 73 of Fated to Them

Sam: Keep it hidden. Message me when you can.

He replies instantly, like he’s been waiting for my message. I look around the room before deciding to put it under the mattress, seeing as I will need to get to it easily without being noticed. Just as I am flattening the sheet on the bed, I hear knocking on the door.

“Unlock it, Addie,” comes Eli’s voice through the door.

I walk over to open the door, and he reaches in, grabbing my arm and pulling me toward his room.

“Why can’t I stay in the other room?” I ask, annoyed that he is forcing me into their bed with them.

“The mate bond will grow stronger the more time we spend with you,” Eli says, pushing me toward the bed. He shuts and locks the door.

“Yeah, but I don’t want the bond to grow stronger. I wish there were no fucking invisible bond,” I tell him, and he growls.

“Eli, control yourself,” Cyrus snaps at him, making me look at him.

Turning back to face Eli, his face is contorted, his canines slipping from his mouth, and his eyes have taken on a demonic look.

“What? You gonna bark next? Piss on the rug?” I retort sarcastically.

“Watch what you say, Addie. You are pulling on my last damn nerve,” Eli says, making goosebumps rise on my skin. Yet I don’t care; I know they won’t hurt me.

“Or what, you will spank me again? I know you are all bark, no bite. You won’t hurt me,” I tell him.

“Don’t be so sure of that, Addie. You aren’t dealing with Eli right now,” Cyrus says behind me, getting up.

“What?” I ask, looking at Eli. I walk over to him, his eyes watching my every move. I run my hands over his chest, and he shivers under my touch.

“Looks and feels like Eli to me,” I tell Cyrus before reaching down and grabbing Eli through his pants. I jerk my hand back when I realize how hard he is. His erection is huge.

“Yes, it is Eli, but he is more animal than man, Addie. You are biting off more than you can chew,” Cyrus warns me.

Eli growls, and my eyes snap to him when he suddenly grabs me, his nails like sharp points digging into my arms.

The sparks bursting over my skin become stronger as his grip tightens.

“You don’t look so confident now, love,” Eli says, stepping closer.

His voice is deeper, rougher, demonic, yet arousing.

Damn, he could speak sweet nothings all day in that voice, and I wouldn’t complain.

I step back, his grip becoming tighter, my knees hitting the back of the bed, making me sit. Eli is towering over me, his eyes watching and lingering on my chest, when he suddenly runs his nail down the front of my shirt, slicing through it like a hot knife on butter.

“Eli!” Cyrus says to him, and Eli’s eyes snap to Cyrus behind me.

“No, she wanted to piss me off. She can deal with the consequences,” Eli says, making me gulp.

“Not while you are like this. You will hurt her,” Cyrus says, moving behind me.

I feel his arm wrap around my waist before I am suddenly jerked backward and placed between his legs. Ignoring him, Eli crawls onto the bed before gripping my ankles and jerking me toward him. A squeal leaves my lips at the rush and the growl that escapes him.

Eli runs his nose across my chin to my neck. He licks my mark, making me moan before I press my lips together. Stupid bond. His hands palm my breast roughly, his nails biting into my skin like needle points, making me cry out. I push his hand away, and I can feel my breast bruising from his roughness.

“Eli, you’re hurting her,” Cyrus tells him, but Eli ignores him.

His teeth graze my skin as he moves lower before biting into my breast. I can feel my skin tearing, tears springing in my eyes as I try to jerk his face away. But he grips my hands in one of his, placing them above my head and pinning them to the mattress.

“You’re hurting me! Stop, Eli!” I cry out as he bites down again on my other breast. He continues his torture, biting my skin. Cyrus grips his shoulder, shoving him back, but he doesn’t stop.