Page 105 of Fated to Her

“We’ll be quiet.”

I scoff, knowing that won’t happen, just as Cyrus walks in and grabs the bassinet.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“Latham is babysitting,” Cyrus says and is gone before I can say no.

“Latham loves kids. He will look after him,” Eli says.

I press my lips in a line and am about to protest when he kisses me. His lips are demanding while I glare at the door, debating whether to retrieve my son from the demon, but then Cyrus returns.

“Addie, we would never put our son in danger. Latham would die before he let anything happen to him. You may not know him, but we do, and we both trust him with our lives and yours. He’s safe,” Cyrus says.

I growl, but I know better than not to trust them.

If they say Latham is trustworthy, I know I can trust him, too. Yet I feel strange handing my son over to someone I don’t know. But that doesn’t last long when the scent of blood fills the room. My gaze snaps to Eli and away from the door to see he no longer has his shirt on. Cyrus is standing behind him and pulls his teeth from his neck, Eli’s blood trickling down his chest and over his pecs, leaving an enticing trail down his skin.

His blood trickles all the way down, stopping at the waistband of his pants. I feel like I’m in a trance, locked in place and frozen. I can hear his blood pulsating around his body, hear his heart beating in his chest as overwhelming hunger consumes every rational part of me. Eli tugs me closer, forcing me out of my frozen state.

My hand runs across his chest, his blood smearing, wet and warm. Cyrus’s fangs slip into his neck, his eyes watching mine, and Eli moans, tugging me closer as Cyrus feeds on him before he pulls away and grips the back of my head. His hands tangle in my hair as he crashes his lips down on mine, giving me a taste of Eli’s blood on his tongue.

A growl escapes me, and Cyrus’s eyes sparkle at me, dangerously turning crimson. I sink my teeth into Eli’s neck. His hands grip me before he lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his waist, the movement making my teeth leave his neck. I go to sink my teeth into him again when Cyrus’s hand stops me. He places it over my bite mark, letting Eli’s skin heal over. I growl at him, and he chuckles as Eli tilts his head, baring his neck to me.

“Higher,” Cyrus says, running his finger down Eli’s neck over his mark.

Eli shivers while I try to contain the urge to attack them, and he squeezes my ass, jolting me out of my head. Cyrus grips my chin before turning my face into Eli’s neck. I run my tongue over Cyrus’s mark on Eli’s neck, and he shudders with a deep groan, my fangs grazing his skin. Then I sink them into him. He doesn’t even flinch, just pulls me closer, forcing my teeth deeper into his neck. His blood floods into my mouth and I feel the bond snap into place, his emotions rushing into me, so much stronger than when I would bite him while pregnant, the full effects of the bond kicking in like an extension of myself. I feel both of them as if their emotions are my own.

“That’s it, love,” Eli says.

His hands run up my sides, making me shiver. Cyrus moves behind me and pushing my hair over my shoulder. Eli’s emotions shift to worry when I feel Cyrus sink his teeth into me. I moan, pulling my fangs from Eli’s neck at the feel of teeth in mine. I roll my hips against Eli then Cyrus pulls his fangs from me.

“I have control, Eli,” I hear Cyrus tell him, confusing me.

“Vampires shouldn’t drink from vampires. It can be addictive,” Eli explains.

“Nothing wrong being addicted to my own mate, and she likes it,” Cyrus says, sinking his teeth into my neck again.

My entire body tenses as pleasure washes over me.

Chapter 29

• Adeline •

One Week Later

It’s scorching hot. Of all the days to move, it has to be one of the hottest days we have had in ages. I know if I weren’t a vampire, I would be red from the sun shining down on my exposed shoulders. I pull the door down on the back of the truck, locking the handle in place and walking through the gates. My mother comes out from inside Eli and Cyrus’s house and comes down the porch steps with my Eason.

“That is the last box,” I sigh, walking over to my mother, who is holding my son and feeding him his bottle.

I don’t even think she’s heard me as she is too busy gazing down at him. We have been back home for two days. The truck arrived this morning, and it has taken all day to unload it.

“Yeah, from this truck. We still need to move all the tech equipment in at work tomorrow,” says Taylor as she exits out of the house after helping Porter carry all the boxes to the spare room.

We have so much junk. Two households are now trying to be squished into one, and half the stuff is already in the storage locker that looks like it’s about to burst. It takes some maneuvering to close the door while they list their house in Soya for sale. Maya is running around the front lawn playing hide-and-seek with Latham.

“That’s cheating. I saw your shadow. You misted,” Maya says when he appears behind her instead of where he’d been hiding behind the barbeque.

“Since when are there rules in hide-and-seek?” he asks her.