Page 69 of Fated to Her

Maverick runs a hand down his face, looking rather upset. “I have apologized for not protecting you kids better, but she was my mate. I know you would do anything for Addie, just like I was willing to for Mary. I have seen the error of my ways, and I took action, son. A little delayed, but I still did it.”

“Yes, after it cost you your kids. But I haven’t forgotten the things you allowed her to do, the things you allowed this pack to do to us, all for the sake of your mate and our mother, Father. What you did is unforgivable.”

“Emery has forgiven me,” Maverick says.

“She may forgive, Father, but she will never forget. She has risen above and beyond your expectations, has learned to adapt, and has fought for who she is, and that is no thanks to you.”

“You’re right, son. I know this now. She is who she is because she had you and Cyrus, something I’m grateful for. Emery has turned into quite a remarkable woman,” Maverick says before hopping up. He looks at his daughter, who is talking to some women near the arena. His eyes glisten slightly, and I realize he is tearing up.

“You both have become far better than your parents. Despite what you think, Eli, I love all my children, always have. I know I didn’t deserve to be your father. I know I ruined your childhoods, but all I can do is try to make up for my past, and I will continue to try to do so,” Maverick says before turning and heading toward the house.

Cyrus has remained quiet for most of the dinner. He does, however, disappear for around thirty minutes and goes inside, saying he is fixing the bed or something. Cyrus grabs my knee, and Eli unwraps his arm from my waist, allowing me to stand.

“Come on, we should head in. Getting a bit cold for you out here.”

Once inside, I hear Maverick’s bedroom door close as I enter the small hallway. Pushing the bedroom door open, the room looks vastly different.

“How did you get that here?” I ask, staring up at him.

“Called a mattress in a box and not without difficulty. I found some wood to make slats on the old metal frame,” he tells me.

I flop onto the mattress; despite it coming out of a box, it is quite comfy. Cyrus then throws me a box. I open it to find the sat phone.

“Also, pillows and a duvet that doesn’t contain insects or dust,” Cyrus says, tossing them at me.

Eli shuts the door and comes to sit on the bed. “Ah, that is so much better,” he says, lying beside me. He grips my wrist, pulling me on top of him.

“Ah, watch the baby,” I tell him as I roll on my bump.

I straddle him then sit up. His hands run over my thighs and he grips my hips, rolling them against him.

“Eli, people will hear. This place has a terrible echo,” I tell him as his erection presses against me.

He rolls, pulling me with him before lying between my legs, his weight held up on his arms. He presses his lips to mine.

“Eli, people will hear,” I tell him again.

“Let them,” he growls against my lips. He sucks my bottom lip in his mouth, grinding his hips against me. Then the bed dips.

Cyrus lies beside me, his hand going to my breast and squeezing it. Eli sits up on his knees and peels my pants down my legs. Cyrus leans over the top of me, his lips crashing down on mine hungrily, and I kiss him back, arousal flooding me as Eli forces my legs apart.

He bites down on the inside of my thigh, making me flinch just as his hot breath fans my core. Eli grips my thighs tightly, opening them wider. His tongue darts out, separating my lips then he plunges it inside me, tasting me while Cyrus keeps my mouth covered with his, swallowing my moans.

I roll my hips against his face, and his grip on my thighs tightens, holding me in place while his mouth devours me with his relentless licking and sucking. Eli moves, and Cyrus grips my knee while Eli eases his fingers inside me, twisting and curling them deep within, my heat making me squirm. Cyrus’s hand grips my knee to stop me from slamming it on Eli’s face while he picks up his pace, both more familiar with my body than I am, so in tune with each other.

My legs tremble as my orgasm builds, my skin becoming clammy, and I grip the back of Cyrus’s head, kissing him harder as my orgasm washes over me. I try to stop my muffled cries as Eli shoves me over the edge, making me crash down with a rush, my pussy pulsating as I writhe underneath them. Cyrus smiles against my lips. If I wasn’t so breathless and coming down from my high, I would slap him for letting me awaken the village to what we are doing in the room. My cries are far from quiet, and my face heats as Eli crawls back up my body, pressing his impressive length against me before rolling his hips, his crotch rubbing against my sensitive, throbbing core, his mouth going to my breasts and wrapping his lips around my nipple, tugging on it with his teeth.

Cyrus stands, removing his pants and moving to beside the bed, stroking his length. I turn slightly and reach for him. He steps closer, and I wrap my hand around his veiny length, stroking him before propping myself up on one elbow and licking his tip. My tongue licks up the bead of precum that coats it. I run my tongue around the head then suck on it. He groans, thrusting into my mouth. His hand goes into my hair as he slowly pushes in further, my saliva covering his length as I force my throat to relax, to take more of him in.

Eli grips my hips, ripping me down the bed and flipping me over onto my hands and knees. Cyrus moves onto the bed, and I wrap my lips back around his cock, sucking and licking his aroused flesh just as Eli moves between my legs, his erection pressing against my core. He adjusts and sheathes himself inside me, making me almost choke on Cyrus’s cock.

He moves slowly, thrusting in and out of me, my walls clamping down around his massive length as it fills me, building up pleasurable friction and leaving goosebumps on my skin as his grip on my hips tightens and he speeds up, pushing in harder and faster. My arousal coats his length and my thighs as it spills out of me. I moan around Cyrus’s length, feeling his cock twitch in my mouth as he pushes me farther down, making me take all of him in my mouth.

The sounds of slapping flesh echo throughout the room as Eli pounds into me almost painfully if not for the pleasurable tightening and sparks rushing over me. I push back against him, his claws sinking into my hips, and I know he is close as I feel the familiar sensation of every muscle tensing. My skin gets covered in a thin sheen of sweat. My core flutters around Eli’s cock as I reach my climax, just as hot ropes of Cyrus’s seed spills into the back of my throat, his grip on my hair tightening as he thrusts once more into my mouth. I’m forced to swallow him down just as Eli stills within me, my pussy milking his cock.

I pull back, Cyrus’s length leaving my lips as I suck in much-needed air, trying to catch my breath. Eli’s hands stroke the side of my thighs just before he pulls out of me, letting me collapse on the bed. My entire body is sore. Cyrus climbs out of the bed to clean himself up, and he hands me some underwear. I dazedly pull them on before pulling the blanket up while sleep tries to take me.

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