Thaddeus crawls up my body and plunges his tongue into my mouth. I can taste myself on his tongue. Orion pulls his face away and kisses him. I am hit with their arousal, and mine springs back to life at seeing them kiss. Feeling Thaddeus’ erection press against me, I move my hips against him sleepily, trying to keep my eyes open.
Ryland kisses me and talks against my lips. “Sleep, Evelyn. We will take care of Thaddeus.” He chuckles, as exhaustion from being marked again creeps over me, knocking me unconscious.
Waking up, I find it is dark. Thaddeus, Ryland, and Orion are asleep, naked next to me. Hopping off of the bed, I quietly duck into the bathroom to pee. After using the bathroom, I head downstairs to get a drink. The fireplace is still burning brightly, illuminating the living room. As I walk to the kitchen, I turn on the light and grab a glass from the cabinet, filling it with water from the faucet.
Turning around and leaning on the counter, I nearly choke on my water when I realize I am not alone in the kitchen. Amara is standing in the kitchen doorway, silently watching me. I cough and sputter on my water from nearly being scared to death.
She raises her finger to her lips, motioning for me to be quiet as she walks over to me. “Hi Evelyn,” she whispers.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, looking nervously toward the door. She laughs softly and hands me a shirt. I look down, remembering I am still naked, and I feel my cheeks heat while I stand naked in front of her. I take the shirt from her and quickly tug it over my head.
Amara cocks her head to the side and flicks my hair over my shoulder. “Damn it, you let him mark you?” she asks.
I furrow my eyebrows, confused. “They’re my mates,” I whisper.
She nods, appearing deep in thought. But then, all of a sudden, she startles me by gripping my arms, her eyes focused on mine as she speaks. “Nothing can be done for it now. I’m sorry to have to do this to you.”
I try to step away from her when I hear movement upstairs, my eyes snap to the roof. “What do you mean? Do what?” I ask, worried.
Her eyes glow hypnotically as a smile lights up her face. “I’m kidnapping you,” she says, her eyes sparkling as her grip on me tightens.
I’m about to scream when she bursts out laughing. I blink as a strange sensation rolls over me, like a ripple in the water. Opening my eyes, I am no longer at home, my surroundings no longer familiar, and I have no idea where I am.
Evelyn
Based on my observations, we are in what appears to be a small studio. The smell of incense hangs strong in the air. Beaded curtains cover a door leading somewhere with a tie-dyed bedspread and rugs; it is a very artsy-looking room.
“What did you do?” I ask, wondering how we appeared out of thin air, from one place to another.
“We misted, or as you humans like to say, teleported,” Amara says, like it is no big deal. She walks over to a dresser, pulls some clothes out, and hands them to me. After removing my shirt, I quickly put on the sweatpants and clean shirt. Amara watches me the entire time I’m changing, making me feel self-conscious.
“You have lovely breasts,” she comments, making me feel awkward.
“Thanks,” I say, looking away from her and her awkward remark. “Where are we?”
“My parent’s house. They turned the back room of the shed into a studio for me,” she answers, as she sits on her bed. I sit on the chair at the desk. “On the plus side, they won’t leave you long, especially now they have marked you,” Amara tells me.
“What do you mean?” I ask, curious.
“Now that they have marked you, you will go into heat, and to answer your next question, I brought you here hoping to lure my brother home,” she tells me the answer to my next question.
“So, you can see the future?” I ask, and she nods as she starts chewing her nails. “Can you see mine?” I ask, and I watch her eyes glow brightly. It looks like she is looking straight through me and then, she looks away.
“The future isn’t so clear. Things change. Decisions change. I get glimpses or memories of things, like the burn on your back and how you got it. I don’t like looking into the future because it can change its path; not something to be meddled with,” she says, not adding anything further on the subject.
“So, your parents know I am here?” I ask, and she shakes her head.
“No, but they will in 3… 2… 1…”
The door suddenly opens, and a blonde woman walks in; one I haven’t seen before.
“Hey, Aunty B.”
“Amara?” she asks. Her eyes dart to me, widen, and she starts sniffing the air. “You didn’t?” she says, not even hiding her shock at me being kidnapped.
“I did, and I regret nothing. It will work. I have seen it,” Amara tells her.
“And ends with whose funeral?” the woman asks.
“No one. Evelyn, this is my aunty, Bianca. She also stays here. Well, until she can’t handle the noise inside the house.”
I watch as Bianca sniffs the air. “She is marked, Amara. He is going to go ballistic.”
Amara shrugs. “He won’t hurt me, and I will kick his ass if he tries.”
Bianca watches me carefully, cocking her head to the side. “Your scent smells familiar for some reason; I just can’t put my finger on it,” she says, walking over to me. She dips her face in the crook of my neck and sniffs me. “Hmm. Odd,” she says, pulling back while I eye her like she is crazy. Who walks up sniffing people?
“So why are you here in my studio?” Amara asks her.
“You really need to ask? They have been going at it like rabbits, and there are some things I don’t want to hear my sister do,” Bianca says, as a visible shudder runs through her body.
Amara snorts and breaks out in laughter. “Exactly why I live out here,” she says, a silly grin on her face.
“Oops, sounds like they stopped. Let’s go say hi,” Bianca says, tugging my arm, pulling me out the door leading to a garage with some luxury cars.