Addicted to their Love

Chapter 14 Yeni

Yeni's p.o.v.

World is full of surprises and mysteries, you just need to believe in all to find one. Humans never believe in supernaturals, that's why we only exist in their fantasies. They can't find us, they didn't even try to.

Just like I never try to stay away from this boy...man. He is dangerous, I knew it. But didn't believe it. Cyrus...is also one of these fantasies of humans, the most fascinating one.

He is a vampire.

And right now this vampire is hungry and wants to suck me f*****g dry.

A moan escaped my lips as he shoved his face into the nape of my neck and inhaled deeply, " Ah...fuck, I missed it.", Cyrus groaned, squeezing me tightly between his strong arms.

This little shit...I harshly yanked his hair back, making him yelp. His red eyes glared at me as I grasped his neck with my other hand. He might be the strongest vampire here, but my werewolf strength isn't weak either.

And he f*****g pissed me off today. He pissed me daily though, but today he did the stupidest thing, he could have ever done in his centuries-long life.

I looked up at him, his black hair messy due to the way I yanked them, eyes still red but his fangs aren't out yet. He is good at controlling himself. The only thing I liked about him.

Sighing, I pushed his chest away when he again tried to nuzzle his face in my neck. He raised a brow at me, showing his fake innocent face, and I just shook my head at his drama.

" There were cameras in the hallway...and you did that superhero speed walk thing. What if someone will see it? Hunters will..."

" Hunters can go and f**k themselves, am not afraid of them."

" We all did, Cyrus. Don't try to act brave...", I mocked, wrapping my arm around his neck.

He is tall, taller than any other men I'd seen, no, maybe Mr. Clarke is taller, they have an almost similar height. But Mr. Clarke is more muscular...Cyrus is tall and defined, not bony but not muscular either.

Fuck...why the hell I'm comparing them again.

I gulped when I noticed his eyes turning dark red, blue veins pulsing, visible perfectly on his neck...fuck, he did look a little dangerous like this. Or maybe it's because of this small dark storeroom.

Clearing my throat, I peer up at his eyes and tried to act brave, but my heart is pounding too f*****g fast, and he could hear it. Because now he smirked. Asshole.

" I told you, we will never meet outside. Cat might have told Tyler about us and now Samuel is also suspecting something.", I hissed lowly, don't want any wolf to overhear us. Or worst, Cat finding us here. Great.

Cyrus just grinned like a fool, tilting his head closer, " Then let them suspect baby...don't tell me you don't like my fangs on you."

" Shut up.", I shoved his chest away, " Do you bring what I ask?"

It's better if I directly come to the point and finish it as soon as possible. Before some wolf saw us and tell my father...or any vampire find us and told Cat...or some human saw us and report to principal Magnus. I seriously can't afford another detention.

He took out an envelope, which probably was tugged under his black t-shirt that I ripped some minutes ago.

" It's all I can find out. You have no idea how hard it was...I have to work all night.".

Ignoring his rant, I opened the envelope, immediately recognizing the places in the photos, I put them in my bag.

Taking Cyrus' help always made my work easy.

He can find out where rogues are hiding faster than us. And rogues didn't scent any werewolves near them so they never suspect and stay hidden there...until I came, sometimes alone, sometimes with other pack members, and shoo those rogues away.

Look, how easily I was doing the work...but no, daddy has to take someone's help now. Maybe I should make that person run away with these rogues too.

It's a bad idea. Alpha knows what he is doing.

Bitche obviously, took my father's side on this one. But it's her nature, wolves always act loyal to their alpha. Even if Alpha is your own father, who never praises your hard work. He didn't even see it, if anything he told me not to do it.

All I ever wanted was to help him.

Cyrus clear his throat making me look up at his sharp face. His clean shaved cheeks look lickable, ew, no, what am I thinking!

He licked his dry lips, eyes flickered between me and the wall behind me. He looks nervous. And Cyrus never gets nervous. Strange.

" You shouldn't go alone there.", he mumbled, scrubbing the back of his neck. " It's not like I am worried for you, I just don't want my food to die."

I yanked his hair harshly when he called me his food. He is not lying though, practically I am his food. He gave me information, I gave him my blood. And maybe...sometimes, letting him touch me, just a little.

He never crossed the line though, he never touched my private parts, and stop when I say no...but slowly that line between us is fading. I should stop him from taking advantage of me. But sometimes, I feel it's me who is taking advantage.

Or maybe, we both are taking advantage of each other...who knows.

" Yank me all you want, but promise you will not go alone.", Cyrus said, staring into my eyes...looking serious?

I rolled my eyes at his sudden care, " Believe me, those rogues can't even touch my wolf."

" But a vampire can.", Cyrus raised his brow, making me frown. What the hell is he talking about?

More vampires... Cyrus and his gang are the only vampires in this entire country, just six. Vampires are rare species, almost extinct, and lots of killed by hunters. And also because they became unable to make other vampires centuries ago. And, they can't give birth so...

Fuck...did Daddy know about these new vampires in town and called for help? If Cyrus is telling truth, and they are with rogues, then f**k, these new vampires aren't friendly.

Cyrus and his friends aren't a threat. They live in a town just for ten years and leave as silently as they come. Cyrus came to this town last year, and since then we are secretly taking advantage of each other.

Also, they drink animal blood...or from blood banks. So, they never make chaus which could make Hunters involve. But these new vampires...god knows how they are. f**k, if Hunters come here then...they will not stop until there is no one left to hunt. f*****g sadists.

My knuckles clenched tightly as I felt my heart throb painfully. No, this can't happen. I can't lose my father too...Alphas are hunters' favorite.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm myself, turning my eyes blue again as Cyrus also turn his eyes back to normal...a beautiful shade of black and brown, but if you look long enough, you can see the hint of red in them.

I clenched his muscles tightly, pulling him closer, trapping him between my legs, don't want him to run away now as I can hear someone coming towards this room. He can't go before telling me everything.

" What do you mean, Cyrus? Tell me everything.", I asked, peering up at him sternly, but his lips slightly tugged up in a sly grin.

" Two bites...", he bargained. And I wanted to know the truth, so, even if letting a vampire drink your blood is against shifter law, also it's a matter of pride for werewolves. No wolf would let a vampire drink from them, not willingly, never.

But still, I agreed, maybe for the fiftieth time in one year, " Fine...but in the usual place. I don't want anyone to see your marks on me."

" Done."

I always made him drink from my thighs, it's easy to hide the marks there. If anyone will ever see it...any wolf ever see it, they will get disgusted by me, even Samuel. That's why I never told him about it, didn't want to lose my only friend.

I watched as his eyes turned red and shifted down at my body, adam's apple bobbling as he gulped looking at my bare thighs wrapped around his waist. A low-grown escaped from the back of his throat as he gripped my thighs tightly, so harshly that I'm sure they get bruised.

But it's fine...because now, I can also do this.

My claw tightens as I scratch my nails in his back and muscles, tearing his t-shirt and flesh apart, the smell of his blood filled this small dark storeroom as I scratch him so harsh that he bleeds.

He glared at me, parting my legs, ready to devour me, but I put my palm at his hard chest, stopping his breathless body, " First my answer."

Cyrus groaned impatiently but stopped anyway. The only thing I liked about him, he knew the meaning of No...not like that other vampire I took help from once. It was before I met Cyrus.

He licked his lips, staring back at my now, golden-brown eyes, " These psycho wolves..."

" Rogues...", I gave him a pointed look.

There is a big difference between psycho wolves and rogues. Rogues are evil, they live without a pack, they kill without reason, and they destroy everything wherever they go. And psycho wolves...psycho wolves are like me, they destroy their own self. Pathetic.

" Okay...rogues.", Cyrus sighed, his eyes turning a darker shade of red. He is getting impatient, and beyond hungry.

And I don't think he'd eaten anything for days...means he will take a lot of my blood, and two bites. f**k me. I'll need an energy bar after this, knowing Cyrus, he might already be brought one with him.

Cyrus rubbed his cold hands up and down my thighs, dragging me back to reality.

His face looked serious now as he spoke the words, " They aren't alone. They have a nest of vampires with them. Around three old and one new vampire."

An entire f*****g nest...unlike wolves, vampires live in a nest, a maximum of seven vampires in one nest. Vampires who live in nests are known to be more deadly than lone ones...So, one unknown nest of vampires with rogues are here. Why? Who knows.

Fuck, why all the bad things keep happening in this f*****g town.

Wait...I looked at Cyrus with wide eyes, " You said, new vampire...how new."

" Around seventy years.", he shrugged, making me raise my brow, " And you call it new."

" New for us..."

Yes...he is right. I don't know how old Cyrus, Cat, and others are, but they sure are hundreds of years old. How a seventy years old vampire can exist when we all know vampire lost their power to make others like them centuries ago. This...this all is so confusing.

A shiver runs through my body feeling Cyrus' hands moving up, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I abruptly look down at my thighs as he slipped his hands under my skirt...I felt his warm breath on my neck as his cold hands kept moving up and up and up...so close to my... I abruptly peered up at him, his red eyes already watching my every move.

" Stop...", I said but it came out as a whisper...like a low sinful moan, like a plead. And Cyrus smirked, knowing exactly what's happening to me.

I could smell my own arousal, and he could too.

" I like my food wet and warm, baby.", Cyrus husked and tilted his face close to me, so close that I breathed in his minty breath...I could even see the reflection of my own gleaming brown eyes on his deep red ones.

I gulped, biting my bottom lip tightly, tasting my own blood on it. " But how is it possible... Vampires and Rogues working together like what...", I stuttered, acting as if I don't know what his hands are doing near my wet clit, and his lips on my bare neck.

I didn't stop him. I didn't start it. I just let him do whatever he is doing with me. Knowing he had a girlfriend, knowing I have a mate and an obsession over my teacher, knowing that line between us is fading...it shouldn't, it really shouldn't.

But in my defense, I am in desperate need of affection, even if it is coming from a dead man.

" Friends?"

It took me a moment to realize what he is saying...he was answering my question. Maybe he is also acting like he doesn't know what is he doing... Like he is not taking more than my blood.

As I wrapped my hand around his back and fisted his soft hair...My eyes stared behind him at the cabinet filled with old files and test papers, dust all over them. Low groans escaped from his throat as his hand worked between my legs.

I tried, I tried to say stop as he kissed my neck, dry lips touching all over my neck and jaw...it wasn't the first time he kissed me there, but it felt different this time, maybe...maybe because now as he tongue caressed my flesh, his fingers touched my wet lace panty, slowly rubbing my wet hole above the thin cloth.

He never touched me there...hell, no one ever touched me there.

"It...it's impossible.", I replied, stopping my moans. What the serious f**k we are doing, he is a vampire, I'm a werewolf...it's unnatural and foolish!

" Why...we are friends, maybe those rogues and vampires are friends too.", Cyrus implied, tilting his head, he stared back at me, making me frown at his statement. When the hell did we become friends...?

" No, we are not... it's just business.", I stated, wiggling as he suddenly started rubbing me faster.

" If you say so..." , Cyrus mumbled, looking between my parted legs and face, " I call it pleasure.", he smirked.

I pushed my brows at him, feeling annoyed now, " Stop messing around and drink it already, will you?"

Cyrus laughed hearing me, a dark chuckle making me suddenly shiver. He took a step closer, hard chest brushed against my breasts as he hovered over me, making me inhale the faint scent of his strawberry shampoo. f**k, who knows Cyrus could smell this good.

I blinked, confused as he pressed his lips to my ear, " Look at you...so desperate to feel pain.", Cyrus breathed, licking my earlobe with his tongue, my p***y clenched under his fingers...fuck, when the hell did he slide my undies.

I could feel the cold tip of his finger rubbing me up and down slowly between my wet folds.

Am I still going to act it's noting? Hell yes!