Page 95 of Fated to Her

“Addie, no! Stop!” I hear Cyrus say through the door.

I throw the door open to find Cyrus pinned to the ground underneath her, Latham trying to pull her off, also covered in blood. I look for our son to find him nowhere, meaning Cyrus must have put him down for a nap.

“Fuck! Eli, help! She is going to drain him,” Latham says, his strength no match for her while she is crazed.

I knew it.

I bloody knew she would snap. They always do, but she must have caught Cyrus off guard. I rush over, to help pull her off. Her nails have torn through his shirt, tearing it to shreds, and blood coats her face when she sinks her teeth into him again. I feel the bond flicker and realize she has just marked him, but she is too blood-crazed even to notice as I feel the bond lock in place, stronger than ever.

Well, that is one way to mark him.

Cyrus manages to roll over before she shoves him back down. If she wasn’t crazed, I would think it rather hot the way she is manhandling him. I grip her waist, tugging her back. Fuck, she’s strong now. It takes both Latham and me to get her off him. Only for her to spin and turn on Latham. She growls, lunging at him, her fangs sinking into his chest, which is already covered in blood.

Cyrus gets up, shaking himself before grabbing her, pressing her back against his chest, and locking his arms around her.

“You did it. Now, fix it, you prick,” Cyrus snaps at Latham, who starts laughing.

“My bad, wanted to see what she was made of.”

Addie struggles against him, and I glare at Latham, wondering what he did that made her like this when he grabs her face, his eyes flickering black, and she moans.

“Not like that,” I tell him, not liking him using his lust tricks on her.

“Fine,” he says, smirking, his hands shimmering as he clutches her face. Her eyes get a far-away look in them before he lets her go. She looks dazed for a second and shakes her head.

“What happened?” she says softly. I can feel her confusion, see it clearly in her eyes, too.

“Nearly turned into a blood orgy in here,” Latham laughs.

I shoot him a look. “She is off limits, Latham.”

“Are you and Cyrus off limits, though?” he asks, and Addie growls at him.

She clearly has no idea what he is, but her instincts are telling her something is off about Latham.

“Latham, enough. Once more, and we’ll find somewhere else to stay,” I tell him.

“Fine, fine…” he says, turning to Addie and holding his hand out to her. “I’m Latham, head of the supernatural council, and this is my home.”

She eyes his hand warily, like it would bite her. She isn’t wrong; Latham would love to sink his demonic teeth into her. I can see the curiosity behind his eyes; he wants to taste her, fuck her, own her, but she is off limits.

“Adeline,” she says but doesn’t take his hand, instead looking away from him.

“Oh, and an attitude, I bet you’re fun. I can be fun, Addie. We should play together,” Latham says, his eyes flickering, but now she has her control back, not liking how he’s talking to her.

I smile; maybe he won’t be able to take her from us, after all. She seems to see straight through him and his little tricks.

“I’ll pass, thanks. Now, where is my son?” she asks, turning to me.

Cyrus kisses her cheek, and she looks at him before a horrified expression crosses her face when she sees he’s covered in blood. I see her take a breath, not letting it out as she holds it, tears burning her eyes as she realizes she has attacked him.

“I’m fine, Addie. It’s okay, and it wasn’t your fault. Blame Latham,” Cyrus tells her, yet she can’t tear her eyes away from her bite mark on his neck, directly over mine.

She touches it with her fingers, disappointment flashing through her. She wants to mark us but doesn’t want to attack us to do it. She swallows, and Cyrus tugs her to him.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” Cyrus tells her.

“Want some help? I can wash your back or your chest. Could even lick you clean,” Latham says.