ROTTEN LOVE - Chapter 35: Chapter 35

She is rocking a very sharp attitude with a black nightgown while Adam's relaxed demeanor shows he can care less about his surroundings as long as they involve the very annoyed aristocrat lady.
"Can I help you with something Malfatto?" Zain eyes them down.
"Don't play with me, dog." She shoves Zain to the side and walks inside.
He gawks at her from the door. Adam sighs and makes it inside too, taking residence at her side.
"So which side is mine," she asks casually.
Zain looks at me and I smile nervously.
"None, get out." Zain points toward the door.
She ignores him and plops on the bed. "That's funny, dog."
"Did I miss something?" He asks to no one in particular.
Marisa eyes me then at Zain. A sinister smile makes it across her face, "Ah, so you didn't warn him. Naughty."
She looks at Zain next, "If Helena sleeps here then so am I."
Zain glances at me. Then Marisa looks at me, daring me to kick her out.
I bite my lip and address Zain. "We haven't been apart since the cabin."
"You can't be serious. You want me to sleep with her," he says with a serious tone.
Marisa gags, "Don't be gross. No one wants to sleep with you, dog. But I will not leave Helena. Bad things happen when we are apart."
"Nothing will happen to her under my care," Zain argues.
She scoffs, "Right, heard that one before."
Zain growls and I place my hands on his chest. "It's not only her. I wake up sometimes at night. I need her."
He takes a deep breath and then slams his room door close.
"This is messed up." He protests as he walks to his closet and dons a pair of pajama pants.
I follow behind asking, "You will allow it," there is a giddiness in me.
He closes the closet before giving me a shirt and a pair of boxers, "I will always choose you." He sighs in defeat.
I jump on my toes and plant a kiss on his cheek. I walk to the restroom to change. When I came out, I saw Marisa still plopped on the bed. Adam and Zain are up on their feet looking at her.
I roll my eyes at her. "Marisa play nice."
She looks confused at me. "I didn't tell them to remain standing."
I walk to Zain's side, placing my hand on his arm. "I'm sorry about this." I give him a hesitant smile.
I don't allow him to answer back. I scoot Marisa over and lay on the bed. Then I look at Zain expediently. He sighs loudly but complies.
He sits up behind me. Marisa gives him a wink and Zain becomes more tense. She loves this, making him uncomfortable.
She does not keep his gaze on him long. She turns towards Adam and pats the bed.
"I'm good on the floor." He shrugs in resignation.
"Adam, come here." Marisa orders.
He stays where he is at. His denial makes Marisa mad. She turns her head to me. "Helena, tell Adam to lay down with us."
I sigh, "If he feels uncomfortable, then let him sleep on the floor."
She gives a disgusted sound, "It is not like he hasn't slept with us before."
Her statement elicits a growl from Zain. I'm sure he didn't want to hear that I've been sleeping in the same bed with Adam. Marisa might have been there but he only sees the fact that there was another male in my bed.
I look up at Zain through my lashes, giving him a apologetic look.
Surprise etched my face when he spoke next. "Adam, you may rest on the bed."
"He doesn't need your permission," Marisa replies offended.
Adam gives a very stern, "Marisa."
She eyes him. Her delicate eyebrows are raised and she does not respond. I smirk internally.
Adam is not domineering. He is the most laid-back person, yet he influences her. She likes it too.
Adam eyes Zain and gives him an acknowledging nod before sitting himself down behind Marisa.
Marisa beams in satisfaction. "Isn't this lovely," she coos.
She looks around at everyone's silent demeanor and tense auras. "Come on, guys. We are all friends here. We've all seen each other naked," she says in a matter-of-fact tone.
Zain curses and I want to punch her. She stares at him. "To make it fair, I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
"I much rather die," he answers.
She shrugs, "Just extending an olive branch."
"Offering him to become naked is not an olive branch," I disapprovingly say, my tone annoyed.
"Jealousy suits you," Marisa smirks, her eyes gleaming. She gets closer and kisses my cheek.
I feel my cheeks becoming red. I heat from the inside. Zain growls and I vibrate with need.
'Control yourself, mate. I'm the only one allowed to get you flustered. That look of yours is going to make me forget we have company. I rather not have an audience but if you keep it up, then your bloodsucker will have a front-row seat of me taking you from behind.'
The link makes me fidgety. I heat up more, glancing nervously at Zain and then Marisa. I clear my throat, "let's go to sleep."
Zain smirks but he lays down, molding himself behind me. His arms wrap around my waist. Marisa laughs but lays too. Adam places his arm down and she lays her head on it.
Marisa and I face each other. Our eyes meet. She gives me a wink and a smile. I roll my eyes but extend my hand toward the middle. She holds onto it tightly.
It's our way of reassuring each other. Adam's extended arm touches the top of my head. He pats it down. He is also reassuring himself.
We were a large group when we got here and now it's only us. I glance his way and give him a nod of acknowledgment. I am okay, I'm telling him. Once he is sure of my safety, he tucks his arm in and hugs Marisa.
But she never lets go of my hand. Throughout the night, the same nightmares plagued me. The ones where I am a clear failure, my coven dead and the Malfattos were next.
Each time I tried to prevent the inevitable, I saw a pair of amber-golden eyes stare at me, a reminder of my failure. I gasp his name on my lips, Maddox.
I open my eyes, instantly trying to thwart my racing heart. Marisa's eyes remain closed. Her hands have an iron grip on mine. Her presence does calm me.
She is here. She is safe, I reassure myself. I'm not a complete failure.
There is a large hand on my stomach, tightening its hold. I tense. I sense his stare at the back of my neck.
I woke him up. He heard me. I shift uncomfortably. His hand pulls me closer to him.
I instantly want to apologize that another man's name was on my lips, but his lips get near my ear.
His voice was rough from waking up, "Relax." Despite the horseness in his voice, it was calming.
The guilt gets to me, "I'm sorry. It was a night..."
He cuts me off, "The Malfatto is safe, that's what Ambrose said." He is comforting me.
I turn to defend myself but he isn't accusing me. His lips caress my ear. He kisses the outer shell of my ear.
He continues, "and the other Malfatto covets your hand. They are safe."
There is a sense of gratitude building. He is not fond of them, yet he knows of their importance. I shift closer to his front.
My backside rubbed against him. I feel his hand tense and a rumble on his chest. Then my name on his lips, a warning.
My eyes snap in front of me. Marisa is soundly asleep in Adam's steady arms. Keeping my gaze on them, I scoot some more against Zain.
His chest thunders, increasing the need to have him.
'Careful, Helena. If the bloodsuckers wake up and see the faces I elicit from you, then I think I'll have to rip their throats out,' he links.
I halt, glancing at Marisa and Adam. Her brows are relaxed. Her shoulders leaned in against Adam's arm. She is knocked out. I'm sure of it.
I feel him reeling me in closer. 'You would like that, right, mate? It excites you that your bloodsucker is here with us, that we are not alone.'
His hand trails down. Shivers run down my body.
'Should I simply wake her up?' He nips at my ear and I gasp. I cover my mouth quickly and stare at Marisa to ensure I did not wake them.
There is a subtle movement but she is sleeping. Having Zain in my mind, talking dirty to me is beyond exhilarating.
His hands go under the boxer's fabric. I bite my lip as his fingers make contact with my center. I shudder when his thumb circles my bundle of nerves.
My breath hitches.
'Shh, don't make a sound.' He orders. This time his finger makes it inside. My head falls back against his chest.
He moves his fingers in and out. At first, it was very controlled and slow. Then, the speed increased.
I couldn't help the elevation my heart jumped to or the whimpers I tried my best to muffle by biting my lip.
'I love the noises you make. Make some more for me.'
'Can't. Marisa. Here,' my response sound incoherent. All I can think about is how his fingers make slush sounds as he works me.
His lips descend my neck and I grind myself against him. He adds another finger and I melt.
The tension builds and I'm so wound up that I practically tear my lips from the biting.
When Zain's lips get to the spot where his mark is, I yelp at the intensity. The sound breaks the silent room and disturbs the sleeping inhabitants.
Zain's hand stops. My breathing faults. And Marisa eyes me with blood lust eyes.