Page 21 of Fated to Her

Eli hops up, walking into the bathroom while Cyrus heads out to the kitchen, returning moments later with bottled water. Eli comes back out with a damp cloth and cleans between my legs, the sensation making me moan as the wet fabric brushes my skin.

“Well, mating her hasn’t worked,” I just manage to hear Eli say to Cyrus.

Cyrus kneels on the bed before placing his hand on my head. “She isn’t burning up, though,” he says before lying beside me and pulling me to rest on his chest.

“Do you feel hot?” he asks, and I shake my head. I feel fine. The heat dissipates though the throb of arousal hasn’t.

“I don’t want to change. I want to stay human,” I tell them.

“You might not have a choice, Addie,” Cyrus says as he runs his fingers up my side. Goosebumps rise on my skin from his touch.

“We can wait—” Cyrus goes to say something when Eli holds up a finger, stopping his protest.

“We can wait a couple of days. See if it goes away.”

“She may not have a couple of days, Eli,” Cyrus says.

“She isn’t burning up. Maybe it will take a while for it to go away,” Eli suggests.

“A couple of days, then you let me change you?” Cyrus asks, tilting my chin up on his chest.

“What will happen afterward?” I ask.

Cyrus looks at Eli.

“You stay with us till you get your bloodlust under control.”

“Bloodlust?”

“You will struggle to control it. I struggled for years with it.”

“That’s what the cage is for in Soya, isn’t it?”

“We won’t lock you in it, not now,” Eli says.

“So, we have to go back to Soya?”

“We can stay here, but it would be best for us in Soya,” Eli tells me.

I nod.

“Will you come back to Soya?” he asks.

“I don’t have a choice!” I tell him.

“You do. That’s why I’m asking,” Eli says.

Nothing is really keeping me here, and I don’t particularly want to be stuck here craving them.

“No, we can go back to Soya,” I tell him.

He lets out a breath, climbing back on the bed.

Eli lies beside me, his fingers moving over my hip, and he kisses my shoulder.

“We can make you happy, Addie,” Eli whispers.

“I am, as long as I’m with you both,” I tell him, grabbing his hand and draping it over me.