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“Gentle, Eli,” Cyrus warns him, but I like how rough he is, rolling my hips, needing release.

Eli grips my hips, tugging me further down the bed before grabbing both my hands and pinning them above my head in his vise-like grip. I move my hips feeling his hard length moving in and out as he stills, letting me move my hips against him. His claws dig into my wrist as I continue to move my hips, yet it isn’t enough. The heat building again makes my toes curl as pleasure washes over me before easing off, leaving me breathless.

I try to free my hands as he holds them in one of his, needing him to move. Sensing what I want, Eli moves, pulling his cock out before thrusting in hard, his thrusts brutal as he pounds into me, finding his rhythm and making me cry out. It is painful but also good, the feeling building making my stomach tighten and my skin flush. My breathing becomes ragged as I moan loudly.

Cyrus’s hand goes to my breast as he rolls my nipple between his fingers. Eli speeds up, and I feel my climax getting closer as the feeling inside me builds, as he repeatedly thrusts into me, smashing against my G-spot. My legs tighten around his waist, and I feel my orgasm crash over me violently, in waves, making me cry out. The heat subsides, and my walls flutter around his hard length, coating his cock in my juices as he slows his movements, letting me ride out my orgasm.

My breathing hastens as I try to catch my breath when he suddenly pulls out and lets my wrists go before flipping me over. He grips my hips, pulling my ass into the air, his hand going to the center of my back as he shoves me down.

Chapter Thirty

Adeline

I feel him position himself before sinking into me. This angle is a lot deeper as his pelvis hits my ass with each thrust. The only sounds are skin hitting flesh. Cyrus grips my chin, making me look up as he kisses me. Eli’s grip on my hips tightens as his nails dig into my flesh. I moan into Cyrus’s mouth, his tongue playing with mine, and I grab his cock through his pants. I tug on them, wanting him to take them off, and he kicks them off. Eli slows his movements before pulling out, and I move between Cyrus’s legs, kissing his manhood and running my tongue over his shaft. Cyrus moves my hair from my face, and I feel Eli move between my legs before feeling his cock slide between my lips and plunging into me. My walls clench around him tightly.

“Fuck!” I hear him groan out.

I suck on Cyrus’s cock before taking him deeper into my mouth, sucking on his aroused flesh as Eli slowly thrusts in and out, making me moan. Cyrus’s grip tightens on my hair as he shoves me down on his cock, and I have to force my throat to relax to take him down the back of my throat, my eyes watering at the intrusion as I find my rhythm, my saliva coating his length as it slips between my lips.

Reaching back, I grip Eli’s hip wanting him to move faster. He picks up his pace, the feeling in my stomach building, and I let his hip go to keep my balance as he pounds into me. I feel his hand move over my ass before feeling his thumb press to the tight muscles of my ass. I push back against him, my juices spilling onto my thighs as he fucks me.

My walls flutter around his hard length, and I feel the familiar tightening sensation of my orgasm building when he pushes his thumb into my ass. Cyrus’s grip on my hair tightens, and I feel my orgasm wash over me, making me moan around his cock. Eli’s movement becomes jerky and erratic as he chases his own release. My orgasm washes over me in waves before I feel Cyrus’s hot seed spill into my mouth at the same time. Eli stills. My pussy milks his cock as my walls flutter around him, his seed coating my insides.

I feel Eli pull out, and I collapse on the bed. Exhaustion is taking over, and I feel Cyrus lean over me, kissing the side of my face. Feeling the bed dip, my eyes open to see Eli now has pants on. He reaches over with a cloth in his hand; the cloth is warm and wet as he presses it between my legs, cleaning me.

“You feel better now?” he asks, and I nod as I yawn sleepily.

“Much better,” I tell him, my eyes feeling heavy as they close.

I feel the bed dip on both sides before I am pulled against Cyrus, his hand resting on my hip, and I drift off into the oblivion of sleep.

* * *

Waking the next morning to them getting up for work, I roll on my side and see Cyrus walk out with a suit on.

“Go back to sleep. We have meetings all day, and you still have a temperature,” Cyrus says, kissing the side of my face.

Eli walks in with a tray. He sets it down on the bedside table before handing me the juice. He, too, is also in a suit, dressed and ready for work.

“We should be back by three. I am trusting you won’t leave?”

“And go where? It would take me all day to walk into the city,” I tell him, and he leans down, pecking my lips.

“Get some rest,” he says, walking out along with Cyrus.

I eat my jam toast before lying back down and snuggling beneath my blanket and falling back asleep. I feel like shit, like I am hungover. I sleep for a few hours, waking to somebody banging loudly on the door.

Is it the mailman? I wonder as I climb out of bed.

I quickly throw a dressing gown on. The banging gets worse as I make my way down the stairs.

“Hang on. I’m coming, geez,” I call out, walking down the steps.

Opening the door, I see Sam. I am startled for a second before remembering he is coming over. A smile lights up my face as he steps closer, wrapping his arms around me and hugging me close. I hug him back, looking down the driveway nervously.

“Sam, you shouldn’t be here. They will pick up your scent,” I tell him, suddenly nervous about him being here.

I’ve missed him, missed having him in my life, but now, with the bond growing stronger, I feel like I am betraying my mates.