Brown Eyed Boy✔ (Marah Chambers x Reader)

Chapter Twelve

"What do you mean, I'm not human? I saw my birth certificate and everything!" I let out a frustrated groan, running my hands through my hair as Marah's arms tightened around me.

"You're not," Marah said quietly, kissing the crown of my head. I rolled my eyes. "Wha-" I began, but Marah shushed me.

"You're related to many supernaturals- fey, as we like to call them. Your first cousin is actually part unicorn." He played with the hem of my shirt.

Mark, seeing that Marah was done talking, began to speak. "Aye," he said, his accent strong. "Yeh got a lotta different races in yeh, love. Can't help it, yer special."

I sighed. "I don't believe it."

Mark rubbed his chin in thought. "Actually, yer great aunt was a succubus. Maybe that is why Marah was so attracted to yeh."

Marah stuck out his tongue at Mark, then pat my head. "You're too... Not succubus enough, to seduce me."

I was insulted. "So, what? I can't seduce you? Is that what you're saying?"

Marah frowned, then his eyes widened as his jaw dropped. "No, no, that's not what I was saying! You can surely seduce me, last night and this morning I was trying so hard not to take advantage of you."

He face palmed. "Wow, that was bad. I meant you're more... Your seduction technique is more genuine. Its not forced, really. Its a teasing thing. D*mn it, Mark, stop laughing and help me out here!"

Mark was trying not to laugh, his eyes watery as he tried and failed to keep giggles in. "Yer not smooth at all, mate!" He shook his head, grinning before he turned his head to look at me. "What he's trying to say is that when yeh try to seduce people, yeh don't really use yer inner succubus. Yeh obviously have some in yeh, the way yer eyes and nose are shaped already give it off. Anyway, yeh're more... Honest, I guess. When a full grown succubus uses its seduction technique on others, its smothering. The air gets hot, yer mind immediately stops working, but the only thoughts yeh have are the ones the succubus planted in yer head. Mainly x-rated thoughts, if yeh were going to ask. Succubi are ruthless, hardcore creatures, with one idea in mind. Slam, bam, thank yeh ma'am. Or, rather, use 'em and lose 'em."

I arched an eyebrow. "When you say lose 'em, you mean..."

"Killing them, yes. They drag the humans' mind deep down into the depths of hell for the sinful actuins, words and thoughts, so they live an eternity in penance. Their bodies die, but not their minds. So, yeah. Pretty sure you're not using your succubus half."

I nodded slowly, taking in the information.

"Yeh also have druid in yeh," Mark added quietly after a moment of silence. I nodded in reply, then said, "How about we change the subject, or call it a night? My head is starting to hurt from the new information I'm taking in. So, if you guys don't mind, I would like you all to change back into your human forms and go to sleep. I'm tired and it'd be a little... Awful, if someone walked in on us talking about faeries and whatnot while the two of you look like that."

Marah grinned, winking. "True, true," he said and he began to chant. Mark swore. "Hey, I need to start with you- oh sh*t, whatever." He started chanting with Marah, beginning in mid-sentence.

Soon they were back to their natural selves- er, unnatural selves, I guess?

Marah yawned, running a hand through his brown hair as he winked his darker brown eyes. "I actually am tired," he said quietly, and crawled into my bed before I could reply. Mark stood up, everything on his body accurate beside his acne-less face.

"No acne?" James asked, pointed at 'his older brother'. I honestly forgot he was in the room.

Mark frowned, running a hand over his face before sighing. "I guess not," he said, rolling his eyes. He leaned back into his swing, closing his eyes. "Try to keep it PG, love birds," he added, addressing Marah and I. I flipped him off, knowing his eyes were closed, and he chuckled. "I saw that," he said, then drifted off to sleep.

Marah and Mark snored softly, leaving James and I to sit awkwardly in my room. "Wack, isn't it?" I asked.

James shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. You guys are all what was believed to be a mythical species. My older brother isn't my older brother. What can I believe now? That I'm not gay?" He shook his head, closing his eyes. "This is too much to take in at once. I'm going to sleep in the guest room for the night, (Y/N). I'll let you faeries sleep alone tonight."

He stood up and walked stiffly out of the room. I called behind him, "Mark's actually just a leprechaun," but he had already closed- or, rather, slammed the door.

I shook my head in disappointment as his behavior and I stood up, running a tired hand over my face.

I unclipped my bra and unbuttoned my pants, pushing them down. I stretched my arms and I heard a whistle behind me.

"Nice legs, (Y/N)," Mark said lazily. I squeaked and hopped into the bed, pulling the covers over me before I rolled over and sent a glare at Mark, who had his eyes closed again.

I turned off my lamp, and I snuggled closer the the human heater in my bed. Marah was suddenly awake, wrapping his arms around me as he chuckled quietly. "Hey, baby girl," he said softly, his voice low and husky as he leaned in to kiss my temple.

I blinked. "How can you see? Its pitch black in here," I whispered, arching an eyebrow. He chuckled, giving me butterfly kisses.

"One of the perks of being a full blooded faerie- we have better night vision than cats." He winked, and I gasped when I saw his glowing eyes.

"No, sh*t," I muttered, staring at the luminescent color. He chuckled, closing his eyes as he said, "I don't even need my eyes to be open to see your beauty."

I giggled. "Whatever, loser."

He kissed my nose, squaring his shoulders.

"(Y/N)," he said, his voice gruff. His right hand caressed my cheek, whereas his left hand trailed down my body, grasping my upper thigh.

"Y-yeah?" I squeaked, taking in a sharp breath as his hand slid up.

"I need you."

My heart stopped when he added huskily-

"Now."

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