Addicted to their Love

Chapter 15 Yeni

Yeni's p.o.v.

My back arched as he slowly pushed his one finger inside my wet hole, just a little...his finger is so cold that it was making my entire body shiver.

I frowned at his smirking face when he continued that slow torture, his finger slowly moving in and out of me as he stared down at me with parted lips.

My hips moved on their own as I blinked up at him, " Please...", I breathed, before I could stop my f*****g tongue. s**t, the f**k I'm pleading about.

Cyrus chuckled darkly, nuzzling his face in my ear, " So desperate, aren't you little wolf.", he husked lowly, his cold thumb now rubbing my clit. And I could feel my entire face red and warm...fucking no, Cyrus can't make me blush. Ew.

I tilted my head and glared at his deep red eyes, " No, I don't want your girlfriend to catch us and create a scene...she already hates my scent on you."

I didn't lie though, It is one of the reasons I wanted him to bite me and drink my blood fast, get it over with it quickly...but another truth is, I liked it. I loved it when his teeth pierced my skin and sucked my blood out of me.

There is something so calm about the pain. Chaus in your body, and peace in your mind, all at once...

Cyrus pecked my cheeks, staring at my gleaming brown eyes, " No, I think she secretly loves it.', he nudged his nose with mine, " She is jealous that she can't taste you...you know how hard it is for her, and other vampires to control themselves around you.", he groaned, inhaling deeply with closed eyes as if sucking my scent.

And when Cyrus opened his eyes, I'd never seen them this red...this destructive. His hands wrapped around my waist as he pulled me closer. I squirmed, feeling something hard pressed between my thighs. f**k, he is aroused, I could feel his d**k pulsing above me shamelessly. But I don't think he cares anymore. He looks lost.

Cyrus leaned down and shoved his face in my neck, sniffing me more, " You smell like life...hell, you taste like life.", he murmured against my skin, squeezing me tightly.

" I am just another werewolf like other students."

He shook his head, " No...there is something more...No human or shifter ever tastes this good...not even your great-grandmother."

I blinked...did he just mention my grandmother.

Great grandmother.

Bitchie confirmed inside my mind. What the hell?

I shove his shoulder laughing as I just imagined him an old man. He just ruined the mood. " Ew, Cyrus...stop.", I made a face as he looked at me, confused.

" And didn't you say, I am the first werewolf you ever tasted?"

" Who said she was a werewolf...", Cyrus smirked, making me frown.

" Don't lie..."

He put a hair strain behind my ear, cupping my cheek, " I'll never lie to you, little wolf.", he whispered sincerely, " She was your mother's mother...and she was a human. At least that's what she looks like..."

Okay...this is getting weirder every second.

" It's impossible, werewolves are only born by another werewolf. Humans can't give birth to another species..."

Cyrus just laughed shaking his head, " There is so much you still don't know baby...", he husked, staring at my lips, hands slowly rubbing up and down on my back, " Give me what I want and I'll tell you so many secrets."

His eyes locked with mine as he tilted his face, so close that our noses brushed together, " Everything you want to know.", He promised.

My eyes shifted back, to the dark storage room, dust and cobweb all over the walls and floor, I glanced at the closed unlocked door. Wait...shit, am I really considering his offer?

I am officially losing my mind. Maybe I should go and see a psychiatrist.

Sighing, I again stared back at him, red eyes watching me like a predator. He is a predator for f***s sake.

" Your girlfriend will not like it.", I mumbled, and he grinned. f**k, I should say NO directly. I'm stupid, stupid, stupid.

I felt his cold thumb rubbing my bare thigh as he bit his lip, " A thing she'll never know will not upset her.", Cyrus husked, pulling me close to his chest, he again shoved his face in my neck, feeling my pulse and inhaling my scent.

" You have no idea how much I want you, Yeni. You are like a drug for me...", he growled, nibbling my skin gently, " So f*****g addicted."

As those words left his lips, I suddenly realized what's happening to him. It's not me, he wants. f**k, I should've known, dead or alive, no sane person will want a weirdo like me.

I gently pushed his shoulder back, making him look at my face, " No, you just want my blood, and s*x will make that all more amusing to you.", I said, smiling...but inside, inside I'm feeling a little hurt.

I don't know why...maybe because, for the first time, I thought someone wants me, just me... Expectations really hurt. When am I going to learn?

Clearing my throat, I smirked, didn't want to look more pathetic. " Besides I don't want my first time with a dead man.", I mocked, still smirking.

" Ouch!", Cyrus dramatically put his hand over his heart, " You hurt my soul."

" You don't have one."

He laughed at my comment, biting my cheek playfully, " But I was not talking about sex.", he said, eyes shifting down at my lips, " I just want a kiss."

Hunn?

I looked at him in disbelief, " You only want a kiss and you will tell me everything?", I asked and he nodded, " yes...anything you want."

Is he for real? Just one kiss?

Cyrus stared deep into my eyes, leaning closer so that our lips were almost brushing together, he smelled like mint and smoke...my eyes couldn't help but stared at those dry yet soft red lips. f**k.

" Can I kiss you now?", he rasped, voice so soft that for a second I couldn't recognize it.

I blinked up at me, " Are you trying to compel me?", I snickered, " It won't work, you know it."

" No, I was trying to seduce you."

" Then you are failing miserably... ", I laughed watching his serious face. Dummy.

Suddenly Cyrus put his finger over my lips, looking serious, " Shhh...", he sushed me?

" Someone is coming."

I rolled my eyes at him, " I can also hear it...", I huffed.

I even knew who he is... He and the other teachers were talking about some files, judging the voices they were just near the storage room. Now everyone left, and it's just him, coming here to take an old file.

And...I got the worst idea of my life.

I grasped Cyrus tightly between my legs when he was about to do that superhero speed walk again.

" Where do you think you are going, aren't you hungry anymore?", I raised my brow, smirking at him.

" He is coming...if he sees us here.", Cyrus shook his head, seriously looking terrified, " No, I f*****g don't want another detention. "

I smirked, holding him tightly. A vampire, scared of a teacher. This scene is rare to witness.

Cyrus once told me, he and his friends always pretend to be really seventeen-year-old students, instead of hundreds of years old because they wanted to feel real...I don't what he meant by that thought.

" Let me go, baby, ", he whispered, " My compelling never worked on him so...let me go before he sees us."

Before I could think and realize, how stupid I'm going to behave, I took a deep breath and grasped the hem of my pink loose sweater, and hurriedly removed it. Leaving my breathless body in just a tight white tank top, clenched around my body like a second skin.

" What the..."

I looked at Cyrus nervously as he just stared down at my body, or should I say breasts. His eyes red, sharp fangs poking outside from his mouth.

He suddenly grasped my waist and yanked me closer, eyes still stuck down to my bosom, making me feel nacked.

" Where were you hiding them.", he growled and was about to bite me there, even above the clothes. He looked as if he went mad when I yanked his hair and stopped him.

" Usual place, Cyrus.", I whispered, shoving his face down between my thighs.

My head dangled behind me as he yanked my legs, parted them, and shoved his face between my thighs. A sharp pain hit my inner thigh as if someone shoved a needle deep inside me.

Cyrus groaned as my blood run through his mouth to his veins. He sucked me desperately, scratching my skin with his nails, licking my flesh with his tongue as his fangs shoved deep inside me.

I ran a hand through his soft hair, fisted them tightly, and pulled his head closer between my legs, my back arched, head tilted behind as I rolled my hips at his mouth, his soft cheek brushing against my clothed cunt as he drank me like a thirsty mad man.

I moaned, scenting him, near the door. He is here, he is watching...I felt wetness pour out of me like a f*****g fountain.

" WHAT THE f**k IS HAPPENING HERE.".

The dark small storeroom echoed in that loud angry voice of my favorite teacher, Mr. Clarke.

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