Page 50 of Fated to Her

I pull away and feel his blood running down my chin, my eyes going to the bite marks on his neck.

“Did she feed on you?” Emery asks. I stare back at Eli. “I have no idea what freaky shit you’re into, but this takes the cake. I’m just going to go now.”

I can’t tear my eyes from what I’ve done to my mate; I touch it with my fingertips. It’s already healing, but it looks painful.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” I tell him, jumping off his lap.

He tries reaching for me; the look he gives me makes shame smash into me. I’ve just attacked him like an animal, like some savage. I turn to run for the door, only to smack into Cyrus.

“Shh, it’s not your fault,” Cyrus says, gripping my face in his hands.

I tug his hands away. “I didn’t mean to. I don’t know why I did it.”

“It’s okay, Addie. We know it isn’t you. Don’t be embarrassed,” Cyrus says, and I hear Eli get up behind me, making me step closer to Cyrus.

My face is hot with embarrassment. Eli kneels before me, undoing my towel before pressing his lips to my stomach.

“It’s normal, Addie. You just shocked us,” Eli says before kissing my belly. He runs his nose across my skin before stopping at my belly button and looking up at me.

“I’m sorry.”

“You shouldn’t be. We heal quickly, so don’t be embarrassed. It wasn’t you wanting blood. It was—” He doesn’t finish, instead pressing his lips to my stomach.

“I shouldn’t have shifted near you,” he says, standing and pulling me to him, Cyrus’s hands going to my hips.

“But now I know why I got so angry, picking up on bub’s hunger,” he says, and Cyrus presses his forehead to my shoulder.

“We are okay. You are okay. That’s all that matters. Besides, I drink blood all the time, don’t see me getting embarrassed over it,” Cyrus tells me.

“But you’re a vampire,” I tell him.

“And so is part of this one,” he says, his hand moving to my belly and gently rubbing it.

I relax, inhaling their masculine scents, which are suddenly a lot stronger, or maybe it is just the baby growing inside me.

“You okay now?” Cyrus asks.

I nod, pressing my cheek to Eli’s chest.

He kisses my wet hair, and I step away from him. Picking up my towel, I wipe my mouth, and Cyrus walks into the bathroom before returning with a wet face cloth. Eli takes it from him.

“I’ll do it. I’m the one who did it,” he says, wiping the blood of his claw marks off me. He then wipes his neck before showing me.

“See? All healed. Worrying for no reason,” he says. Yet knowing it isn’t me doesn’t help with the embarrassment that I’ve literally taken a chunk out of him.

“Hop into bed, Addie. We’ll have to get up soon,” Eli says, pulling the covers back.

Cyrus hands him some shorts on his way into the bathroom with the broom.

“Where are you going?” I ask Eli when he goes to walk out.

He stops, coming back to me. “To speak with my father, Addie. But I’m not making any promises. If I don’t believe him, you won’t be going, understand?”

“I’m sick of hiding, Eli. I’m sick of being trapped inside all the time.”

His eyes soften. “I won’t have you put at risk. You don’t know him the way I do. But I’ll hear what he has to say.” He leans down, kissing my lips. “Now get some sleep. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Chapter 15