Page 61 of Fated to Them

“Where are you going?” I ask, looking up at him.

“I may have erased your sister’s memories, but that won’t stop her body from going into withdrawal. I will have some placebo pills made up with my blood in them to stop her withdrawals until everything is out of her system. Then I have to organize things for Soya. We leave at the end of the week,” he says before turning on his heel and walking out.

I look back at the laptop screen, realizing he never gave me the password.

“Do you know his password?” I ask Eli.

“It’s your birthday.”

I scrunch up my eyebrows before typing in 150795. The computer screen unlocks, and I find his screensaver is a picture of Eli sleeping. Eli looks over at it and snorts.

“Shit, he still uses that photo,” he says, shaking his head.

I log into the workplace portal and go through my emails. I see around twenty emails from Sam. Eli notices them and grabs the laptop from me before I have a chance even to open one of them. He deletes them before blocking his email address from my inbox.

“Was that necessary, Eli? Sam is my friend,” I tell him, grabbing the laptop back from him.

“You will soon be marked by both of us, Addie. Until then, I don’t want you talking to Sam.”

“Why? I get he is a hunter, but he was my friend first. That isn’t going to change.”

“Do you love him?” Eli asks, shocking me. His question actually makes me think.

Do I love Sam? I thought I did, but now I’m not so sure.

“Well, until you figure that out and Cyrus has marked you, you are not speaking to him,” Eli says, turning back to his computer.

I sit back in my chair. “Why after Cyrus marks me?” I ask while removing the work documents sent through and filing them on Cyrus’s laptop.

“Because once he marks you, the bond can’t be broken, even with Sam’s witch voodoo shit. And you won’t want to be with him once you are marked. You won’t be able to think of any other man except us once the bond has formed. Right now, you feel me but not Cyrus, and the bond is getting stronger but won’t be complete till we have marked and mated you.”

“I feel the same,” I tell him, reading through the document I’ve just opened.

Eli’s hand comes down on my knee, and I raise an eyebrow at him, pushing his hand off and continuing to read when he places his hand on my thigh, his hand moving underneath my skirt. I shiver, sparks rushing to my core, and I slam my legs together, arousal flooding me.

“Yep, you feel exactly the same, don’t you, Addie?” he says, and I look at him.

“That’s because you’re touching me. Other than that, I feel the same, Eli,” I tell him, and he turns my chair to face him. Using his foot, he pushes my legs apart, my skirt riding up. I see his eyes flicker, and I know he can see my lace panties. He leans forward, his hands running up my thighs, and I feel his thumbs brush the lace fabric, his face only inches off mine, a devious smile on his lips.

“Eli, stop. We are at work,” I tell him, his manly smell hitting me, and I breathe in deeply.

Eli chuckles, making me realize what I have just done before his lips come crashing against my own. His warm lips mold around mine as his tongue runs across my bottom lip, wanting access, and I grant it. His tongue is fighting mine for dominance, and I moan into his mouth, his chest rumbling as he chuckles at my reaction to him. Eli grips my hips, ripping me onto his lap so I am straddling him.

Eli pushes my skirt up, his hand moving over the thin fabric covering my core, pulsating to its own beat as arousal engulfs me, and I am not sure if it is mine or his. One of his hands moves to my hair as he rips my head back, his lips going to my neck as he nips and sucks on the skin. His other hand moves between my legs, and I feel his fingers brush over my slit, the thin fabric damp with my arousal. I feel him push the fabric to the side, running his fingers between my wet folds.

He lets go of my hair, and I grip his face, pulling his lips back to mine and kissing him deeply. I feel his teeth graze my lip, making me shiver, his arm wrapping around my waist when his finger penetrates me, making me jump slightly at the intrusion. He slides his finger out before adding another, and I move my hips against his fingers, his thumb rubbing my clit as he curls his fingers inside me, hitting that sweet spot I can never reach.

His fingers slide in and out, slick with my juices, and he pulls back. His teeth nip my neck before I feel his hand around my waist move to my blouse as he pops the top two buttons, exposing my breast to him. His teeth graze the skin not covered by my bra. My nails are digging into his shoulder and chest. I feel my skin heat up, a breathy moan escaping me; my skin begins to flush, bringing me close to an orgasm.

Eli’s fingers move faster as his thumb rubs my sensitive bud of nerves. “Come for me, Addie,” he whispers, his voice next to my ear alone enough to send me over the edge.

I feel my walls clamp down on his fingers, my walls fluttering as my orgasm washes over me in waves. Eli slows his movements, letting me ride out my orgasm, leaving me breathless.

Eli pulls his fingers from me, my face turning red when I watch him suck his fingers clean before he grips my face, crushing his lips against mine, and I can taste my juices on his tongue when he plunges it into my mouth. He groans before pulling back.

“Still not feeling the mate bond?” he asks with a sly smile on his lips.

Cyrus pulls us from our little bubble when he suddenly walks in. I scramble off Eli’s lap, suddenly feeling embarrassed. Eli smirks at my blushing face. Cyrus walks over to Eli, leaning over the back of his chair and reaching into Eli’s front pocket. Eli looks up at him, and Cyrus kisses him. I feel arousal watching them together. Seriously, what is wrong with my libido? Cyrus pulls back, his hand removing Eli’s keys from his pocket.