When the cloak came off, the nakedness beneath it was colored a warm, dark umber color. Something he had never seen before. The shade was one of a kind, like the sun had made love with the melanin that filled her skin like it was her first love. The...
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"You know he told me to talk to you the way I did that night you first came here, right?"
"Huh?"
Mo had been sitting at the kitchen island, staring off into space with a frown dominating her expression. She was annoyed because she couldn't leave the damned house and she really wanted some fries, and she was annoyed because the fucking alpha on the other end of the house was willing to overdose on sleeping meds just to force her to sleep.
To say that the both of them were delirious would be the understatement of the millennia.
Adriel leaned against the counter by the sink, then leaned back even further to look out the window before his eyes were on her once more, "You heard me. He wanted to see how you'd respond."
"Adriel," Mahogany let out a monstrous yawn, then folded her arms over each other and rested her head on them, "I don't know what you're talking about."
The sigh he let out held his trademark annoyance, "When you forced me to submit that first night you got here, he was proud, Mo. You didn't see how he was grinning at you. He put me up to that to see what type of Luna he was starting out with."
His scent was throwing her off.
Fighting the sleep forced on her was taking a lot of energy, and they were now on their third day trapped in the house, all of them were starting to go a little crazy.
Starting.
She chuckled at that.
Adriel had one some of Orion's clothes. So did Gian. Mo was smelling her mate in triples and it was throwing her into sensory overload.
Too tired to flat out say that she didn't give a shit about whatever point he was trying to get at, Mahogany stood up, teetered on her toes for a minute, then walked over to the lower cabinet next to the fridge. She stood up with an iron skillet, frowned down at it, and then looked over at the window behind Adriel's head. It was just after noon, and the sun was high in the sky. She'd never wanted to be outside so badly in her life.
Without a second thought, Hoggie threw that skillet as hard as she could.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" Adriel yelled at her as he ducked out of the way just as the heavy skillet whizzed past his head. The sound it made as the skillet hit the window sounded like metal crashing into metal- the sound bounced off her skull, but that wasn't what Mahogany had focused on. The window didn't even have a crack in it. It was like she hadn't even tried to break it.
Jaw slack and her mind about two minutes behind in processing what she'd just done and how it hadn't worked, Mo wasn't really registering what she'd done, though it made sense in her head for the two nanoseconds that she'd actually thought about what she was going to do right before she did it.
