Jonah kisses me, his tongue tasting every inch of my mouth, and I roll my hips against him when Kyan pulls out of me. Reaching back, I wrap my fingers around Kyan’s cock. It twitches in my hand, and he leans his face closer, the warmth of his chest pressing against my back as he flicks my hair over one shoulder. His lips go to my mark, sucking on it.
My toes curl at the pleasure rolling over me as my heat continues to build. Kyan’s fingers move between my cheeks, caressing the tight muscles of my ass before I feel the head of his cock press against it. I tug on his hip, wanting him inside me, and he moves closer. Jonah’s movements speed up as he grips my hips and slams me down on his cock, his hard length smashing against my cervix.
Kyan thrusts inside me in one movement before stopping, his arm wrapping around my waist as he pulls me against so my back is pressed to his chest, his hand moving between my legs, and his fingertips brushing against my clit before he rolls it between his fingers, making me moan.
I feel so full, full to the brim, but it feels so good, feels right as I feel both of them slipping in and out of my body, building up the friction inside me.
Kyan’s nails dig into my ass as he holds me, and I nip at Jonah’s chest, my teeth grazing the hard muscles of his pecs, and I flick his nipple piercing with my tongue before tugging on it. Jonah groans. My lips travel higher, and he offers his neck to me.
Without hesitation, I sink my canines into him and he moans loudly. When my canines leave Jonah’s neck. I lick the blood as it runs down his chest when he grabs my chin, bringing my lips to his as he kisses me. My skin heats and tension builds in my belly.
My pussy flutters around Jonah’s cock when he grips my throat with his long fingers and turns my head, exposing my neck to him. He growls, sinking his canines into my neck deeply, his teeth to my mark, and my walls flutter, milking him as he finds his release.
Jonah gasps, pulling his teeth from my neck, only for Kyan’s hand on my stomach to pull me back against him. His hot chest is slick with sweat as he stills behind me, his teeth sinking into my shoulder and neck, over my mark, prolonging my orgasm and making me moan loudly. I feel Kyan slip from my body and I collapse against Jonah’s chest, trying to catch my breath as the heat abates.
Jonah rolls my body limp as he hovers above me. He kisses the side of my mouth, pulling out of me when I feel a warm cloth move between my legs as he climbs off the bed. My eyes lazily flutter open to see Kyan leaning across the bed, cleaning me. He leans down as Jonah moves toward the bathroom to clean up.
“Love you, get some rest,” Kyan mumbles against my lips as my eyes flutter closed.
Kyan
I watch as Ella falls asleep. As I place my hand on her head, I make sure her temperature has gone down rapidly, and her potent, intoxicating scent is beginning to dissipate. “She is fine, Kyan,” Jonah murmurs behind me.
“You weren’t wearing protection,” I mumble, looking down at her.
“Point being, she would have said something if she was worried.” Jonah shrugs.
“She may not be worried, but my DNA is in your veins. If you knock her up, it will be mine too!” I tell him.
“Ah, am I missing something? We are mates, maybe not like Mateo and Ezra, but still mates. We have marked each other. Isn’t that the point?” Jonah asks, and I sigh. He isn’t getting it.
“The curse Jonah, if you knock her up, and she has a baby!” I remind him.
“If she has a baby! Mara may not even want kids first of all. Secondly, I don’t think you have to worry about Kaif killing her, and as for the darkness, Kaif has marked her already. It has no effect on her,” Jonah says.
“I am worried about the curse continuing,” I tell him. Jonah growls, and I can feel his frustration through the bond.
“Kyan, this curse has no effect on her. She has proven that!” he mutters, a little too aggressively for my liking, but at least he’s not being loud, so he won’t wake Mara.
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “May not affect her, but it affects Kaif and any children we have.”
“You are worried Kaif will still kill her? After everything, seriously, Kyan?” Jonah asks.
“I don’t know,” I answer honestly.
I really don’t know. Everything I assumed when it comes to Marabella so far has been wrong, but it still scares me. However, something has changed within Kaif. I feel at peace, and so does he, since she marked him. Like the world’s weight has lifted off of him. She accepted him, not just me. She accepted Kaif, and I feel that is what he needed all along. However, if past timelines are any indicator, it is consistently repeated.
“You are. You’re worried that if she gets pregnant, Kaif will kill her?” I nod, looking down at her.
“Not this time. Ella is different,” Kaif says, dismissing the idea instantly.
“She isn’t just your mate, Kyan. I am yours too, and hers. If you don’t trust yourself or Kaif. Trust that I won’t let harm come to her, but I know Kaif won’t hurt her,” Jonah says, gripping my shoulder.
“How?” I whisper the question.
“Because I felt it when she marked him,” he says. “Mara set him free when she marked him and he freed her. Mara was right. Kaif didn’t need redemption. He needed acceptance, destined to live the same fate over. Rejection, Kyan. It was never redemption. It was them, turning against him. They turned away from him like Luna did. Mara turned to him. She didn’t run from him,” Jonah says, and I nod.
I hope he is right. But something has been nagging me. Kaif is hiding something, and it is making me uneasy. I know he had control earlier tonight, blocked me out, and now, he refuses to tell me what he and Ella spoke about or were doing.