Page 32 of Fated to Her

I raise an eyebrow at him as his hands run over my breasts, his thumbs flicking over my nipples, making them harden.

“You alright there? I can wash myself,” I tell him with a laugh.

“I know. I just like touching you,” he says, pinching my nipple between his thumb and finger and rolling it, making an airy moan leave my lips.

“I like your reactions,” he says, stepping closer and grabbing my neck. He turns my face up so he can kiss me. His tongue forces its way into my mouth, playing with mine before he bites my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth. I wrap my arms around his neck as he pulls me flush against his chest, feeling the hard lines of muscle pressing against me. His erection presses against my stomach as he pushes me against the tiled wall.

His hands grab my thighs, forcing my legs around his waist. He growls before moving his hips, his cock pressing to my entrance before sliding into me. His lips go to my neck as he nips at it. He pulls out then thrusts back in. His hand grips both of mine, shoving them above my head onto the cold tiles and holding them there. His other hand goes to my hip while his mouth moves lower, wrapping around my nipple as he thrusts into me.

I roll my hips, meeting his thrusts; his grip tightens as he pushes into me brutally, like he is trying to get rid of his anger by using me. His claws sink into my hip painfully, making me cry out.

“Eli, slow down,” I tell him, and he stops, realizing he’s hurting me.

“Sorry,” he whispers, kissing my lips and letting my hands go.

I wrap them back around his neck.

“What’s wrong with you?” I ask him as he slows his pace. He doesn’t answer, instead just kissing me as he moves in and out of me. Yet I can tell he is holding back, for which I’m grateful; my hips are stinging from his claws.

I kiss him back then pull him closer, my lips trailing down his neck to Cyrus’s mark on his skin. I suck on it, and he groans, gripping my hips and moving me up and down his cock. My stomach tightens at the friction building inside me. I rest my forehead in the crook of his neck, letting him move me up and down his length, my skin becoming flushed, making me grow even hotter in the steamed-up room.

My walls clench around his length, and he picks up his movements, shoving me over the edge and making me moan loudly as my pussy pulsates around him, clenching him. I feel a strange urge rush over me, and before realizing what I’m doing, I bite him. Eli tenses as my blunt teeth break his skin before I feel him still, finding his own release as his seed spills inside me, coating my insides. My teeth slip out of his skin, and I feel his blood run down my chin. I pull back and panic at what I have just done. However, Eli finds it quite amusing.

“You bit me,” he chuckles, looking down at his shoulder.

“I didn’t mean to,” I tell him, and he grabs my face before kissing my lips.

“We bite you all the time, and you bite me and freak out.” He laughs.

“Did I hurt you?” I ask him, and he looks at it.

“No, but it tickled,” he says, turning back to look at me.

I feel his now flaccid cock slip from my body, and he lets me stand. His fingers gently wash me before we step out to grab some towels. I wrap mine around me just in time to hear the elevator doors open and Cyrus talking to somebody. I can tell it’s another man by the deepness of the visitor’s voice. Cyrus is explaining something to him, yet I can’t quite hear what he is saying.

“Come on, you need to get changed,” Eli says.

I grab the first thing my hand touches, which is a pair of tights and one of their shirts. I quickly dry myself and slip them on then follow him out of the bedroom and into the living room. A man with dark hair is standing there, talking to Cyrus, with a black bag at his feet. He looks ordinary, but I know looks can be deceiving. As he turns around, I know he is a werewolf by the way his eyes darken slightly like Eli’s. Both of them turn around, facing us as we enter. The man appears to be in his early thirties. Not that looks are anything to go by; he is probably as ancient as them.

“Addie, this is Cedric,” Cyrus introduces us.

Cyrus motions for me to sit on the lounge, and I walk over to it before taking a seat. The man comes over with his bag, placing it on the coffee table and unzipping it.

“What’s going on?” I ask worriedly as he rummages through his bag. He hands me a urine cup.

“Can you pee in that for me and bring it back?”

Huh? I’m not peeing in a cup for some random man.

“Addie, do as he says, please. We need to make sure the heat isn’t killing you,” Cyrus says.

“I told you, I feel fine, Cyrus. I would tell you if I felt off.”

“Then you have nothing to worry about. Please, do as he says,” Cyrus tells me.

I roll my eyes before standing. I don’t even need to pee, I think to myself as I walk into the bathroom.

After a few minutes, Eli knocks on the door. “Addie?”