Jonah
“Seriously, there has to be a better way than walking,” Eziah whines as we trek up the narrow trail toward the ruins at the back of the property.
“Do you ever stop whining?” I mutter while rolling my eyes.
“I am just saying for a dead guy, he is pretty heavy, and why the ruins?” he whines even louder, as if I haven’t had enough of his attitude ages ago. Fuck, can he, for once, just shut it?
“Kaif said the ruins are where he goes,” I explain. Eziah groans and places the coffin on the ground before stretching his back. I carefully set the other end down.
“Well, he should be helping,” Eziah grumbles.
“He is preoccupied,” I tell him, trying not to smirk.
“Doing what? Staring at Mara while she sleeps,” he growls.
“They are definitely not sleeping from the feeling in the bond he is currently balls deep in her tight pussy,” I tell him, shifting uncomfortably. I adjust myself, my erection is becoming quite uncomfortable.
With a smirk across my lips, I point my finger down at my groin. “See? Getting quite uncomfortable here myself, there is no way that this raging boner is because Kyan is watching her sleep,” I chuckle and wink at Eziah.
Eziah growls, bending down to pick up a rock. He tosses it at me, smashing me in the shoulder because I quickly turn side on.
“Yep, if you listen carefully, pretty sure you can hear her screaming his name!” I taunt, and he snarls. I adjust myself again, my pants becoming far too tight. My movement does not go unnoticed by Eziah, who groans.
“For real, he fucking my sister while I am carrying his father’s carcass up a damn trail,” he snarls before shaking his head. He bends down, picking up the end again, and I do the same.
“Ready?… one.. two.. three.” We hoist it up onto the opposite shoulder before slowly starting to trek up the trail again.
“Doesn’t it bother you?” Eziah asks after a few seconds.
I furrow my eyebrows. “Does what bother me?”
“That they screw while you are out here?” he mutters.
“No, why would it? They are both my mates, although getting a hard on in public is a little embarrassing,” I tell him. Eziah shoots me a look over his shoulder.
“So do you and ah, you know,” my brows furrow as I try to figure out what he is talking about.
“You mean fuck her at the same time? Ah, yeah.” I tell him, finding his obsession with his sister’s sex life becoming creepy. But then again, as creepy as it is. I can’t pass up on an opportunity as such if he’s handing me one on a silver plate. “Prime, pussy, man. Ten out of ten, would rail again.”
“Dude, that is my sister, just no. What the fuck, Jonah? I did not want to know that!” Eziah snarls at me.
“My bad, I did think it was a little weird that you would ask about your sister being railed into the mattress by both of us. Fucking takes two cocks like a pro,” I snicker. The feral snarl that leaves him makes me chuckle.
“I meant you and Kyan. Geez, fuck!” I snicker at him.
“So, are you the top or bottom?” he suddenly asks. Alright, this just got weirder than his questions about Mara. I wish Kaif was here and could give Eziah the lecture about our No Donutting policy.
“What?”
“You’re the bottom, aren’t you?” Eziah snickers.
“What, no, gross. I like your sister, Kyan, and I… it isn’t like that,” I tell him.
“But he is your mate,” Eziah says, gripping a tree with his hand to propel himself forward.
I roll my eyes at his obvious stupidity. “Not those sorts of mates. We are both straight.”
“My father, Ezra, he was straight before he met Dad,” Eziah states as if I grew up on another planet and don’t know that already.
“We aren’t like that, and besides, Mateo was bisexual. I’m sure if one of us was, it would be different, seeing as we pick up each other’s feelings through the bond, but both of us are straight, so more like.” I try to find the words. “I don’t know. We don’t look at each other sexually,” is all I can come up with to explain.
“Hm, fair enough. This place is creepy,” Eziah quickly jumps to a new topic.
“Scared of the dark, Eziah?” I laugh.
“No, just the vibe here.”
“Yeah, you are in a literal witch’s graveyard,” I tell him, and he stops.
“Ha, ha, very funny.” Eziah glares at me over his shoulder.
“I’m not laughing. I was being serious,” I tell him, and he stops again.
“Are you fucking with me right now?” Eziah snarls as he stops in his tracks.
“Anyone would think you were scared,” I laugh, pushing forward and forcing him to keep moving.
“No! But it’s still creepy,” Eziah says.
It takes us a good hour carrying the coffin, and we set it just outside the ruins. I mind-link Kyan to let him know and he tells me he is just going over the grimoires with Kaif while Mara has a shower. We wait, and Eziah explores while I lean against the coffin. I pray this isn’t a mistake because I’m not sure if Kyan can survive losing his father again.
Eziah stares up at the giant rocks curiously. The clearing is incredibly dark, but this place always has given me weird vibes. At least it wouldn’t spit me out now since I have Kyan’s mark. Eziah wanders around before walking into the ruins.
“Eziah! No!” I shout, and he stops turning around.
I blink at him, waiting for the power of the ruins to toss him out of the circle, but it doesn’t. “What?” he hisses, throwing his arms up.
“Ah, nothing,” I tell him. Stupid rocks are picky bastards. Must be something about his Goddamn Goddess blood or some shit. Welcome royals, be fucked peasants.
“Kinda wanted to see him get spat out!” Jax huffs in my head and I smirk.
“So what now?” Eziah whines.
“Now we open it,” Kaif growls, making me jump. He drops a bag, and I stare up at him in time to see him set Marabella on the ground. Standing up, Mara rummages through the bag Kaif dropped on the ground and retrieves the grimoires and the stones.