Page 87 of Fated to Them

“You will give in eventually, Addie. You will go into heat soon,” he says.

Another thing he keeps going on about—some heat that will supposedly have me throwing myself at them.

I shove past him walking outside and to the clothesline. The door slams shut from the breeze behind me. The sun is going down as I walk to the clothesline. I quickly hang out the washing while I can still see. Walking back, I get this strange feeling I am being watched. I haven’t heard from Sam since the day in the café but have this constant feeling I am being watched all the time, leaving me on edge. Which out here is crazy; there is only one road leading to the property, and you would see car lights from a mile away. Shaking off the feeling, I walk back inside.

Eli is making homemade pizza when I walk in. I walk into the room, retrieving my phone that I have accidentally left there this morning. Grabbing it, I turn my phone screen on and feel instant relief when I see a message from my mother apologizing for not calling and saying she has been on the night shift. I message her back, telling her to ring me when she can.

Going on Facebook, I log in and see a message request. Clicking on it, a smile creeps onto my face. Sam has finally got Facebook. I open the message.

Sam: Try to stay home tomorrow.

How does he know where we live?

Me: Will try. They don’t like leaving me by myself.

I see the little icon saying he is typing, and I wait.

Sam: Tell them you feel sick.

Me: Will try. How do you know where we live?

Sam: Followed you from work.

Me: Not creepy at all. Stalker alert!

Sam: If only you knew.

I log out of Facebook, placing my phone on the bedside table just as Eli walks in.

“You feel like you’re in a better mood,” he says, feeling my emotions through the bond, which to my surprise, has grown stronger.

I can feel most of Eli and start to pick up things from Cyrus through Eli.

“Mom finally messaged,” I tell him.

“We told you she was fine,” he says, wrapping his arms around my waist. He kisses my neck before nibbling on my ear, making me shiver.

“I am not fucking you,” I tell him.

“Why? You have fucked Cyrus, and he hasn’t even marked you,” Eli says, his hand moving up to my breast as he squeezes through my shirt. “You will give in, Addie. Your act of defiance won’t last much longer. I know you want us just as much as we want you.”

His hand sneaks into my pants as he cups my pussy with his hand, his fingers rubbing me.

My panties dampen as he continues to rub me through the thin lace. I pull away, and he groans. I feel his frustration, seeing it straining painfully in his pants. I walk out, going back to the lounge.

Eli is annoyed. I haven’t touched them since the day in the office and have been sleeping on the lounge. I am pissed off that they literally brought me here like some ornament to perch on a shelf and nothing more. They never let me help at work, just expect me to sit there bored. And when we aren’t at work, I am stuck in this house like a prisoner—with them always watching and hovering around like a bad smell.

After dinner, I shower quickly before either of them tries to sneak into my shower before hopping in my pajamas. Grabbing the spare blanket and a pillow, I lie on the lounge. Eli walks over, leaning over the back of the lounge.

“No, I am done with this, Addie. Get in the room,” he says, reaching down and grabbing my blanket.

I tug it back, and he growls.

“You are our mate. That means you sleep in the bed with us,” Eli snaps at me.

I roll my eyes, and he reaches over and grips my chin.

“Enough, no more. Now, get up and get in bed.”