My tongue traces over the seam of his lips, and he groans, gripping my thighs and lifting me higher. I wrap my legs around his waist, pressing closer to him as his tongue plays with mine when I remember Kyan and rip myself away, my heart hammering. After what happened last time, we can’t – I can’t!
“It’s fine, Marabella. Kyan can block us out, and he has,” he says, quietly, a flicker of hurt flashes in his eyes.
“But it’s still wrong,” I whisper hesitantly, my arms still around his shoulders as I keep my gaze averted.
“Nothing is wrong with me loving you, Kyan knows that, or he wouldn’t have let you stay here,” he says, pecking my lips and turning. “But I will never do something that makes you uncomfortable, Mara. I love you and I will wait. Anyway… I have to go.”
“Go?” I ask, looking up at him.
“Yeah, Casen and Rose got into an argument, and he finally told her he is her mate. She has taken off; I shouldn’t be too long. Hopefully,” he growls while walking toward the bedroom. He places me on the bed, then leans over the top of me and kisses me again.
“I will be back soon, sleep,” he whispers, and I yawn. Jonah walks to the wardrobe and pulls out some shorts and tugs his shirt off. Kora, the dirty wolf, comes forward to gawk at him, licking her chops like she wants to devour him whole. I try to shove her back, and Jonah glances over his shoulder at me and raises an eyebrow at me. Clearly seeing the look of lust in my eyes.
“Settle, Kora,” he laughs softly, and I touch my flaming cheeks, realizing she is purring like a hussy.
“Sorry,” I blurt out, but Jonah shrugs, coming over to me in just a pair of black shorts.
“Don’t apologize, I don’t mind it.” He pecks my forehead. “I gotta go, so sleep. I will wake you when I get home,” he says, and he quickly turns on his heel to leave the room.
It is early the following morning when I wake up to the sound of my phone alerting me I have a text message. I stretch, yawn and roll over to retrieve it off the nightstand. I reach for my phone when I notice Jonah still isn’t back. Grabbing my phone, I think it might be Jonah, but it is Kyan.
Kyan: A car is waiting downstairs to pick you up.
Me: And where am I going?
Kyan: You are coming to stay at the manor.
Me: Jonah?
Kyan: Busy, you will stay with me and I am sure he will come over when he gets back.
I frown slightly. He is being a little too nice this morning, which is strange since Kyan usually stays as far away from me as possible, but now suddenly, he wants me under the same roof.
I stare at the messages again before dialing his number, but the phone rings out only to receive a text message straight away. I tilt my head, musing over the messages once more. Maybe whatever happened last night made him see things differently.
Well, if he is going to be decent toward me, the least I can do is meet him in the middle. Although I have been nothing but pleasant. The phone beeps again, and I look down to see he has sent another message.
Kyan: In meetings. Blake is waiting in the foyer for you. See you tonight.
Okay, then? I think. I bet he just doesn’t want to talk to me. I force myself out of bed and go to Jonah’s cupboard. After rummaging for a few seconds, I tug on one of his hoodies over my blood-stained top. Kora excitedly bounces in my head, knowing we are going to see our mate.
“See, see. He does want us.” She bounces, and I chuckle, unable to deny that it makes me happy too. I shake my head at her before trying to ring Jonah. It goes straight to the answering machine and I sigh. Great, he has no cell service. With a sigh, I shrug and grab my shoes and wallet, then pocket my phone. Locking the place up, I head downstairs to find this person called Blake.
Marabella
I make my way down, and it doesn’t take long before I spot him. This Blake turns out to be one of Kyan’s warriors and a close friend of Lucas. The silver Audi pulls up out the front of the manor and I get out, looking up at the huge place.
Even in the day, the place seems to be cast in shadows. Kyan’s car isn’t here, and it appears no one is home when Lucas opens up the front door. Anxiety gnaws at me. I’m a little nervous to be back here, especially with everything that happened the last time I was here.
“Mara, quick come, come,” Lucas ushers me over to him and the car leaves, instantly driving out. I watch it drive off. No turning back now. I turn my attention back to Lucas.
“Hey Lucas,” I call to him, giving him a brief wave as I walk toward him. He smiles at me and then pulls me into a hug when I pause in front of him.
“So glad, about the time you came home where you belong,” Lucas states, still holding me in his embrace. He hugs me tightly while rubbing my back.
“So where is Kyan?” I ask with a small smile. I still don’t know where Kyan and I stand, or what to expect.
“Oh, he will be back sometime tonight. Let’s go eat lunch. I made scones. You like scones with cream? I made the jam myself,” he says, wiggling his brows, and tugging me into the house.
I shake my head at his excitement but follow him, anyway. It makes me wonder how Kyan is so cold and bitter all the time when he clearly had a loving father and an uncle, who seems so cheerful and excitable. I try to imagine Kyan being happy, and a memory of that night returns, that moment when he let his walls down, and we just talked and joked.