The Djinn's Wife

FIVE

   I stood in the shower letting the warm water's cascade down my body, rinsing any residue or sweat from the little sleep I had in the wee hours of the morning. The flashes of last night continued to flow through my mind, I couldn't wrap my head around it. Everything from yesterday still feels like some fever dream. I'm terrified that when I get out of the shower and open the door there will be no trace of him in that bed, that his handsome and peaceful face will vanish. The only thing reminding that this is all real are the feelings of the mate bond, and the small blue and purple marks littering various parts of my body. Little mementos of his love, is what Cyrus called them. Although it feels as though he gave me hickeys so if anyone sees them they know that I have been touched. That anyone being Micheal obviously, even if he didn't say it I know he was jealous.

When it came down to men from the moment we met, he would always act like some overprotective guard dog that needed to be clipped. Unless we were around a male he trusted, Cyrus was anything but nice. Often times when we were still in school while we were just friends, Cyrus would intentionally do something embarrassing to let others know that I was with him. Although now thinking back it was kind of cute when he would cover me with his large jackets, they would hide the entire upper half of my body; head and face included. Or he would walk in front of me with his arms blocking me from sight. When we got married and became husband and wife it didn't change either, if anything it only got worse. His possessive nature was something easily noticed by others, it had gotten so bad at one point he almost wouldn't let me outside unless I dressed like a nun with a veil covering my face. It was definitely something I had to put in check but it never bothered me to the point of extreme concern.

Rayne definitely wasn't a fan of the behavior, she said he was crazy and obsessive. And because of that I could get hurt one day, but I knew that would never happen intentionally. In some sick way it comforted me, knowing that he cared about me to the point he didn't want anyone else to think about having me. It made me feel safe knowing that if I ever felt uncomfortable he would be there to save me from any other big bad wolves out there that liked to call themselves men. After all he is the only man I've ever had, there's never been anyone before and definitely won't be anyone after him. Cyrus was my first everything, so when he left all of that security and safety left with him. I was just lost and unprotected.

Cyrus wasn't a man to tempt or play with to much, I could only imagine how he would have been when I was pregnant. That would have probably been something he wanted to show the world though, showing me and my large belly off like some trophy. After all he was the very definition of conceited, me being pregnant would have just been him showing off his handy work and stroking his ego.

  I quickly finished bathing myself and got out the shower, trying to hurry and call Darya so that I could go pick up Amir. I had over slept by an hour or so because of our little situation, I was expecting for us to make love once and call it a night since I knew his condition wasn't the very best. But boy was I wrong, it seemed as though the longer our love making lasted the better he started to feel; the hickeys and small bruises were evidence of that. I could even say the same for myself, although I am a little sore since my equipment was a little rusty due to non use and being out of commission for a few years.

I slid on my bike shorts and oversized tee shirt to try and cover most of the marks, I don't want to give Rayne any ideas. The poor woman would loose her mind if she even caught a glance of them. I needed to wake Cyrus up so that we could move forward with today, I could only imagine how it's going to go. I quietly walked over to his side of the bed, looking at his frowned up yet handsome face. He was almost identical to someone out of some historical romance novel, nearly resembling some fallen god stuck here on earth. His thick eyebrows were creased in the middle with beautiful pink lips that I was trying my hardest not to kiss were slightly ajar.