Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 617

Chapter 617: 617-Sharing Is Caring

Helanie:

"She doesn’t need to prove anything," Norman defended me while I had been staring at Kaye in shock. "Of course she does. We are her marked mates. And yes, we’re grateful that she saved us from the pain, but our curse is not over. It’s not like she can reject us. So does that mean we will be suffering every night and day? And not to mention, she will be in pain too. Has she told you what her body goes through when she is not able to be with her mates?" Maximus shocked me with how much he had noticed. He had been watching me way too closely these days.

"I’m fine. I can tolerate any kind of pain. You don’t have to make it about the mark," I hissed, trying to hold back my tears. It was true. Sometimes the pain was so bad that my body would shudder for a few seconds before I pulled myself together.

"Anyway, I am done with my food," I said and got up, walking out of the dining room. While doing so, I couldn’t help but glance out the window and saw the red clouds starting to cover the moon, making it look red too. I sighed, not wanting to imagine the pain I would feel tonight.

’It will be a lot,’ Cora muttered as I entered my bedroom.

’Well, good thing I have my husband. He is also my fated mate,’ I shrugged, reaching the closet to grab my nightdress.

’Allegedly. We don’t know that for sure,’ she said, making me clench my jaw.

’Isn’t this why the whole curse started? Because his fated mate marked him?’ I was tired of her sounding like Maximus. I knew the idea hurt Norman deeply, so every time they brought it up, it made me feel worse.

’Helanie, there’s a part of us that is more connected to our mates than to Norman. That’s because we haven’t felt the mate bond with him yet. Even when the signs say he is our fated mate, do you feel the pain when you’re not able to mate with him?’ she said what I had been trying to hide. I shook my head at her, trying to silence her, but I knew she would speak up again once night hit.

I had showered and changed into my nightdress, soft silk blush pink shorts and a matching top. The thin straps kept slipping off my shoulders, and the fabric felt cool against my skin. It was the kind of thing you wear when you feel safe, when you’re not expecting to run or fight. And I didn’t plan to do either tonight. I wasn’t even going to leave my bedroom.

By midnight, Norman had come into the room as well. "Mmmhmm," he kissed my lips as his dick slid in and out of me. We finally had sex after I lost the baby. I needed it tonight.

"Ahhh," I enjoyed the moment with him, but my body kept shuddering more than usual. I could barely keep myself together.

"You okay?" he suddenly stopped, his dick still inside me.

"Yeah," I lied to him with much difficulty. I wasn’t okay. I was feeling so cold. This was our second session. The first one had been so fulfilling, but during the second one, my body started showing desires I would never speak out loud to him.