Page 12 of Fated to Her

“Bet it feels better with that crap off, though,” he says, letting go.

I drop my face back on Eli’s shoulder.

“Yes, not so hot, just looks gross,” I tell him.

“You look fine,” Cyrus says, sitting next to us. “You should stay with us tonight.”

“I already asked her. She won’t.”

“We won’t try anything, Addie. Just sleep,” Cyrus says.

I shake my head.

He sighs, sitting back, and I can feel his disappointment.

“What you did for Taylor and Maya was nice,” I tell them.

“They’re family,” Eli says.

“What about Bella then and the meeting?” I ask.

“Bella should have been put up years ago, and as for the meeting, we weren’t aware of what Troy was doing. We would have dealt with him and any others if we had known. But now, hopefully, it will be a deterrent,” Cyrus answers.

I close my eyes, the burning sensation coming back again, making my body tense.

“Have you got painkillers?” I ask them.

“Is that why you’ve been taking pills?” Cyrus asks.

“They help,” I tell him.

Cyrus touches my head with his hand. “She is burning up again.”

“I know. I can feel it,” Eli tells him. “Go see if you can get her some.”

“Or we could try something else,” Cyrus tells him, making me open my eyes.

Cyrus bites his wrist, and I shake my head, moving my face away, knowing drinking his blood made me aroused last time; I already am and don’t need it being ten times worse.

“It might help,” Cyrus says.

I shake my head.

“Are you worried because bloodletting makes you feel strange?” Eli asks.

“It makes me horny and high,” I tell him.

“I won’t do anything but hold you,” Eli says, and Cyrus bites his healed wrist again.

“Come on, it will help,” Cyrus says.

He presses his wrist to my lips. I let my lips part, his blood flowing into my mouth, making me moan before I bite him.

“Good girl,” Cyrus says, brushing my hair back as I clutch his wrist.

He doesn’t even flinch when I bite him with my blunt teeth. A feeling of euphoria washes over me, and I move my hips against Eli, wanting the friction, but Eli grips my hips holding me still no matter how much I try to move them against him. The pain eases, and I feel like I’m floating and weightless. Cyrus pulls his wrist away before wiping my lips.

“Better?”