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“Yeah, you don’t gotta ask,” Jonah said before whoever he was talking to picked up. Kyan nodded before turning to face the TV again, resting his chin on his hand. Kora watched him worriedly. Despite the bond being gone because he rejected us, I still felt the overwhelming need to touch him to ensure he was okay.
“Are you okay?” I asked him, and he glanced at me.
“Yep, the house is just too quiet,” he answered, and I chewed the inside of my lip before scooting closer to him. Laying down, I put my head in his lap and looked up at him.
“You don’t hate me?” Kyan asked, his hand dropping on my shoulder while his other pulled my hair back from my face.
“I never hated you, Kyan, and I’m sorry about Lucas,” I told him, and he nodded.
“I have no one left now,” he murmured, staring away at the wall.
“You have Jonah and me,” I tell him, and his eyes flick down to me, his fingertips trailing over the scar left by Kaif’s old mark, and he smiles sadly.
“I have Jonah, not you. You belong to him now,” Kyan murmured as Jonah sat back down, lifting my feet onto his lap.
“You two kiss and make up yet, or are we still being the awkward throuple?” Neither of us said anything, and I wasn’t exactly sure what any of us were anymore. Everything was different now; the bond was gone however, the feelings remained.
“Awkward throuple it is then,” Jonah sighed, pressing play on the movie we were watching.
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“Where do you want her?” I asked Jonah as I scooped up Marabella off the couch where she had fallen asleep.
“Ah, in the bed,” Jonah said awkwardly while scratching the back of his neck as he stood. I shake my head at his strange behavior. I figured they would be sleeping together but thought I would ask if they weren’t sharing a bed on the off-chance. Carrying her to the bedroom, I placed her in the bed and nearly walked into Jonah as he came in the door. Kaif writhed beneath my skin, wanting to stay. The bond may be broken, but that doesn’t mean we stopped loving her. However, I found it strange being the third wheel, making me wonder if this was how Jonah felt when she was still mine.
“She didn’t even wake; I expected her to when I picked her up,” I tell Jonah.
“I made her go back on her m********n,” Jonah said, which made me look over at him.
“She is retaking her antidepressants?” I asked.
“Yes, her mother had the doctor refill her script, and he faxed it to the p******y down here for me,” I nodded before looking down at her.
“Are you sleeping in here too?” Jonah asked, tugging his shirt off. I wasn’t even sure I could sleep. The manor stunk so heavily of bleach I hadn’t slept since the night Lucas was k****d, the urge to keep busy preventing me from sleeping. Looking back at the bed, I shook my head. “Na, I might head home,” I told him, feeling a little awkward, suddenly. Especially now, Jonah had claimed her and with Kaif feeling uneasy inside me with his burning jealousy.
“Kyan, get in the d**n bed,” Jonah growled at me before climbing in himself. Kaif pressed under my skin, wanting to sleep here and not back home, but I was slightly worried. Everything felt different now;
I no longer knew what to do with myself. I had spent years fighting the bond, and now I just wanted it back.
“I will behave, please,” Kaif whined while peering longingly at the bed.
“Kyan, get in the d**n bed; I know you want to. She is your mate, too.”¡® Jonah snapped, which gave
Kaif a boost because he also wanted her.
“Was my mate,” I told him, not liking how that sounded rolling off my tongue. Kaif growled at me but said nothing.
“She is still your mate; nothing prevents you from remarking her. Preferably you this time, though, and not Kaif,” Jonah said before yawning and covering his mouth with his hand.
“And you’re still standing there like a b****y creeper; if you want, I will spoon you,” Jonah offered with a laugh. Although that actually didn’t sound half bad, not that I would admit it to him, I wasn’t exactly known for liking cuddles. I moved toward the bed with a sigh, toed off my shoes, and shrugged my jacket off. Removing my belt, I let my pants fall when Jonah tossed me a pair of his boxer shorts from his bedside drawer.
“Seriously?” I asked, catching them.
“I would rather go pant-less,” I tell him.
“Suit yourself,” Jonah said before rolling on his side and tugging Mara closer so I could squeeze in next to her.
“Ah, you going to turn the lamp off, or are we sleeping with it on? I promise not to let the bogey man get you,” I tell him, rolling on my side to face Marabella. Jonah sighed, and I peeked over the top of her to look at him.
“Ah, what?”¡® I asked, feeling he was hesitant to ask about whatever was bothering him.
“Marabella wants to mark me. I have been putting off,” Jonah told me.
“Why?” I asked him. I half expected him to jump at the idea, Kaif to press forward to find out why he would hold off. Still, he was also jealous, which made me a little uneasy knowing he was listening in.
“One because of you, I didn’t want to upset you. I know you were a little peeved that I marked her,”
Jonah said.
“I wasn’t angry; I don’t know what I was,” I admit, still unsure how I will fit into this bizarre relationship they have going on; it was different when she was mine. I was willing to share; maybe I thought Jonah wouldn’t be now that he had her to himself.
“The other reason?” I asked him when he didn’t continue. Embarrassment washed through the bond, making me sit up on one elbow to look at him. I had never seen him embarrassed before. He didn’t embarrass easily, usually, he was the one embarrassing me.
“Oh g*d, what is it?” Kaif muttered, feeling his discomfort too.
“She wants to have s*x,” Jonah blurted, and my eyebrows rose almost to my hairline.
“So, how do you expect to mate her if you don’t have s*x with her?” I asked him with a shake of my head. I can’t believe I was actually having a conversation with my best friend about f*****g my mate.
“I like Jonah, but I am not listening to you give him the s*x talk so he can f**k our mate,” Kaif growled, feeling uncomfortable and pissed off.
“But it would be her first time?” Jonah sighed.
“Everyone has a first time,” I tell him. Lying back down and getting comfortable, I watched Marabella.
“Yeah, and I would rather forget mine. Thank you very much.”¡® Jonah stated.
“Can’t have been that bad?” I told him.
“Ah, you took me to a d**n brothel. The woman was old enough to be my mother, and she was panting over the top of me; that s**t traumatized me for life.” I felt him shudder, and I snickered at the memory of h****r on his face when I took him to it on his 18th birthday.
“You picked her, not my fault,” I chuckled.
“You could have said no,” I said with a shake of my head.
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