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“I didn’t say it was a bad thing. I was trying to understand it,” Jonah says.
“Well, I don’t even understand it,” I admit.
“Well, try to explain it,” he says while dropping the soap in my hand and turning to face me while he rinsed the soap off.
“Doesn’t that hurt?” I asked, glancing at his dick. I still can¡®t believe he made me go with him when he got that done.
“You know it didn’t hurt. You were there, and stop looking at my dick,”
“No, I mean, I don’t want to know,” I tell him, shaking my head.
“Curiosity killed the cat Kyan, I¡®ll answer, but you can have to explain about the sex thing,” he says. I nod. W e had always been pretty open when it came to talking, not that we had any secrets from each other. It seemed pointless when he was my guardian and could feel everything I felt. Now that was just stronger with the mate bond.
“And no, it doesn¡®t hurt. They move under my skin, not pull, the bars roll with movement. Why did it hurt you?” he asked. I shake my head. Mara seemed to like his piercings, and so did he, so I supposed I could live with him having them.
“No, just like a rolling sensation,” I admit pointing to the shampoo behind Jonah. He passes it to me.
“Your turn,” Jonah says.
“I wasn’t lying when I said I didn¡®t understand it myself,” I tell him.
“Yeah, I know. I am just curious what you think about it,”
“I’m not sure. Think it is more to do with sensation than anything.”
“What’s the difference?” Jonah asks, and I think.
“It’s expected to be messy?” | shrug. I try to find a way to explain.
“Like the labels, I can see they aren’t straight, like a compulsion thing. I can control it. I like order, so I straighten them.”
“Sex you can’t control?” Jonah asks.
“No, I can, but as I said, the sensation overpowers the mindset, if that makes sense, maybe because I don’t want control over it,” I try to explain. We had this discussion plenty of times over the years, but it was hard to explain, let alone why some things trigger certain compulsions.
“Mum is the same with locks. Drives dad up the wall,” Jonah laughs.
“Spose it is the same, though. I asked ma that once,” I tell him.
“What she say?” he asked.
“It’s the same with me. She gets up and checks them because she can’t sleep. If she hasn’t, it will play on her mind until she does,”
“Yes, but she does it repeatedly,” Jonah says.
“Yes, I can be the same. I get it, though. Your mind tricks you. Repetition is predictable. Your mother checks the locks, she lays down but then wonders did she really check the lock or was that yesterday, so she checks again. And sometimes again, I do the same sometimes. It can be consuming and annoying, but I am not at ease until I have convinced myself it is correct. Even if she knows she checked it, that slight doubt makes her recheck it. Does that make sense?” I tell him.
“Kind of,”
“Maybe because you don’t suffer from anxiety as much,” I tell him.
“Much? I don’t have anxiety.” he says and I raise an eyebrow at him.
“Ah yeah, you do. When Kaif moves forward, you do. You go into fight¨Cor¨Cflight mode. You also do when it comes to Mara.”
“What do you mean?” he asks.
“I mean, you keep thinking you¡®re the third wheel,” I tell him. He sighs and nods.
“You’re not. You are the one person that was constant in both our lives, the glue you kept us all together,” | tell him.
“But no donutting,” Jonah laughs.
“Definitely not donutting,” I tell him, turning the shower off. I grab a towel, tossing him one before walking back into the room. Marabella was still asleep, and I retrieved some shorts before climbing in bed beside her, and Jonah climbed over both of us to lie on her other side.
“Mara is hiding something, and so is Kaif,” I tell Jonah.
“And Eziah, he was weird when I saw him at the apartment,” Jonah says.
“But I trust Mara, so let her, if she is hiding something from us. She would have a good reason, too,”
Jonah adds. I say nothing because whatever it was, Kaif also wanted it kept from me, yet it kept nagging me. Jonah is right though curiosity killed the cat, so I had to trust whatever it was, that she would come t o me over it or trust Kaif would step in if something went wrong.
“It is nothing bad, Kyan. Just let her do this,” Kaif tells me.
“So you know what she is up to?” I ask him.
“Yes, and she is right to keep it from you, so leave it be for now. Everything goes fine, and you will know. If not, you are none the wiser.” he answers.
“As long as she isn¡®t putting herself in danger?”
“I wouldn’t allow that, Kyan, and neither would Eziah,” Kaif answers. With a sigh I roll over, I chuck my arm over Marabella at the same time Jonah does, both of us snuggling closer to our mate. “Trust the bond, she won’t jeopardize it,” Kaif tells me as I drift off.
Marabella POV
One week Later
Jonah dropped me off at the hotel, my brother was still here, and we were still no closer to finding a way to open that damn coffin. Kyan had been on edge. The more time I spent with my brother, the more he questioned me, yet now that we weren’t sure we could even open the coffin, I debated this entire thing.
The grimoires offered nothing, and Dominic’s presence became less and less. He was having trouble coming through to me, and half the time was spent trying to decipher what he was telling me. Lately, it was like static interference.
He could never stay long, and he tried to tell me it was because my bonds to my mates were sealed entirely now. It made no sense to me, but he explained the more I relied on my mates, the less I needed him, which was quite bothersome because I needed him to figure out how to open the coffin.
Stepping out of the elevator, the apartment door was wide open. The Hotel had been shut down since the incident. Jonah and Kyan couldn’t obviously risk someone falling out a window, but most of the repairs were done, and as I stepped into the apartment, men were fixing the windows on this level finally.
Eziah sat on the couch with one of the grimoires in hand, flicking through the pages. He had been different the last couple of days, his moods changing rapidly, which wasn’t helping me. We had been clashing, and then arguing with Kyan about when he was leaving was driving me insane. He hated my brother, which was understandable, but if he knew why he was here, maybe he would have a change of heart. Yet if I couldn’t open the damn coffin, it was for nothing, and he would be even more angered that I dug his father up for nothing.
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
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