Page 79 of Fated to Them

“You will. You belong to us, Addie, and I know you want to,” Cyrus says with a sly smile on his lips.

I press my lips in a line, grabbing my jeans and a V-neck black shirt. I get dressed, and I find Cyrus also wearing jeans and a top. Besides his large muscular frame, the combination looks almost normal on him; he almost looks human instead of some exotic god in his suit. Though I prefer him dressed like this; he looks more comfortable.

“Pervert,” Eli says behind me, coming out of the bathroom.

My cheeks flush, and Cyrus smirks.

“At first, I was upset. I couldn’t read your thoughts, but your body gives you away,” Cyrus says, rubbing the blush that spreads to my face.

“Wait, you can read thoughts?”

“Yep, except yours and Eli’s.”

“Why not ours?” I ask though I am also grateful.

“Don’t know. I think it’s because you’re my mates. I assume it is a way to level us out.”

“That is part of the reason Cyrus hates humans, Addie. The chatter is hard for him to tune out.”

“So, you can read anyone’s thoughts?”

“If I choose to, though it’s hard not to sometimes. When I am in a room full of people, it can become distracting, and their scents also become overwhelming.”

“So, you want to drink their blood? It never goes away?”

“I have control of my urges, but no, it doesn’t go away. But being around you has made them less appealing,” Cyrus says as Eli walks out of the walk-in.

“How so?”

“Because he wants to feed on you. Your scent trumps theirs,” Eli answers for him, making me look up at Cyrus. His eyes flicker red, a smile on his lips.

“As I said, your scent is intoxicating, smells sweet. Now they smell bland to me.”

“So, you want to feed on me as you did on Eli?”

“Yes, but that would also mean I may mark you.”

“But it doesn’t hurt. You didn’t look in pain,” I tell Eli.

“No, it doesn’t hurt because we are mates. If Cyrus bit anyone else, it would, though.”

“Come, we should have breakfast,” Eli says, unlocking the door.

I follow him downstairs. Eli grabs my hand, rubbing circles on the back of it.

“Are you going to lock the door every night?” I ask him, looking back at the bedroom door.

“Do I have to?” he asks, looking down at me as we walk down the steps.

I shake my head.

“Then I won’t, but Addie, I must warn you. If you try to leave, we will know. We can sense when our mates are near and can also sense when they are hiding something. I know you are, so if you want to come clean, I suggest you do so.”

“I’m not hiding anything,” I tell him, my mind going to the phone I’ve hidden.

“I can also feel when you are lying. I don’t like liars, Addie, so whatever it is, I suggest you own up to it and be done with it.”

I shake my head. Would they be mad if they found it, and I didn’t tell them?