Chapter 1

The funny part, looking back, is that I would not have done anything differently; as I have learned that there is no beauty without the fugly, and no pleasure without pain.

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Natalie

It was one of those days that were just not going well for me. For one, I woke up late. Not that I am a morning person usually, but I had pushed it today. Consequently, my unruly hair was all over the place, I had put on a skirt – because it was lying at the top of my disorganized pile in the wardrobe; and more importantly, I had forgotten my lunch box at home.

I loved my work, most days. I mean, working at an investment company, the top in the country, was a dream come true. A culmination of many years of struggling and hard work. The only disadvantage was that our offices were situated in a very expensive complex in the city. I had considered my financial situation in the beginning which led to my carrying lunch every day, unless it was completely inevitable or when we were having one of those expensive business lunches. Growing up in a complicated foster care system, I was used to living within means by foregoing some ‘luxurious’ things. Even though the situation had marginally improved, I was still determined to save as much and as I could. I needed to set aside a safety net before I could start indulging myself like everyone else. Safety was important to me, there was no way I would allow myself to revert to extreme poverty again.

Currently, I was mad at myself for the sequence of events that had led to the huge dented hole in my pocket, courtesy of lunch. My anger was directed at the food, as delicious as it was. I was attacking it with viciousness and maybe enjoying it a little bit too noisily. I was aware of glares from the surrounding tables. I think the ladies were grossed out from my pigging out, but a few guys here and there were catcalling; pigging was apparently a turn on for them. The male species were becoming weirder every day. I could only say that I was yet to understand them. I refused to downplay my enjoyment though. I had already paid for food and might as well stuff myself, right?

‘These sits taken?’ A gruff voice asked suddenly catching me unawares with my mouth full of food. Two huge guys stood close to me waiting for my answer. I struggled to swallow, frantically thinking of a way to politely decline their company. I wasn’t given a chance to reply as the sits were pulled back and they settled in. How rude?

‘If you had waited for my answer, you would have known that they were already taken.’

I was past being polite. I wasn’t in the mood to chat people up. I figured that if they were in the lunch crowd, they were part of the catcalling gang and had approached me for an easy score.

‘Well Princess, they’ll have to find other sits.’

‘Can you even hear yourself? Your arrogance is perturbing and very unattractive.’

‘Yeah? You should look at us first before spewing words like unattractive.’ An even gruffer voice teased.

‘Oh gosh, this day is getting -’ I looked up to find a double wham of manliness perfection. They looked at me expectantly, as if knowing the exact reaction they would elicit. I could not blame them for their arrogance, it was well-deserved. Both were huge, I estimated them to be about six two considering how they were crowding the little table. Their muscles were clearly defined; not exactly bulging but coiled with strength and wildly grace. Health oozed from their golden tanned complexions which did not even have a hint of blemish. They were an exact copy of each other except for their eye colors. One had striking green and the other sparkling hazel eyes. It was so easy to get lost in those pair of beautiful, soulful and strong eyes. It was like looking at the galaxy using a high definition telescope on a clear night sky, and then immediately being drawn by a range of sparkling green diamonds at the same time.

Damn, was the universe was playing a joke on me? Why would the two hottest men within a thousand miles’ radius be sitting next to me? Ah. This was one of those television shows where a lonely girl got pranked for the sheer enjoyment of everyone else. I looked around suspiciously as I waited for someone to jump from behind a huge camera in the next instance and shout, ‘Gotcha!!’

Mikhail and Malik

I watched her excitement with a twinge of disappointment. It was the same reaction we got everywhere. I knew that we were good looking, a fact that that had been bluntly mentioned to us many times over since we were young. It was kind of obvious from the praises we got from mothers in our pack, which scaled up to favors and invitations from other packs’ females as we became older and outright proposals when we became of age. We used to be damn excited by it, but it had grown old and we had to shut it down.

I saw Malik recoil too. It wasn’t very obvious to an outsider, but having shared a womb, thoughts, and just about everything else over the years; I could easily decipher the slight twitch in his eyes and crossing of arms on his chest as a closing off gesture. Too bad because she was the one. Our intended mate, if everything we had been told was true. It had taken us days to track her down and once we found her, we delayed introducing ourselves to her. We wanted to get to know her first. We stalked her for days, fighting against the attraction, figuring out her mannerisms and habits and had both liked what we saw. She was a fiercely independent woman without an ounce of knowledge of just how beautiful she was. Her serious exterior kind off discouraged her-would-be many suitors but it did not stop them from checking her out whenever she passed.

She was our type of woman. Curvy but lithe. Sexy but innocent. Even her tough and serious façade was endearing. Too bad her first reaction to us was similar to what we had experienced many times before from other females. Always focusing on the outside. I really hoped she was willing to scratch the surface and get deeper since our wolves were already prowling impatiently. The urge to mark her and make her ours was stronger than ever. She was our mate.

‘From your silence, I guess you are liking what you see.’ It was the wrong thing to say because her feisty side, which we had glimpsed at before awakened. Her face screwed up with almost tangible anger.

‘Three things for you misters. First of all, you are attractive, I give you that –both of you. I am sure many girls the world over will be thrilled to have your company. This girl here, though a little bit enamoured I might say, find your model perfection a bit too fake. Secondly, your manners are lacking to the highest degree and your arrogance is a huge turnoff. Thirdly, I just want to have my lunch in peace. I understand this is a prank going on. Unfortunately, am not in the mood to entertain the masses. If you please, find another table and leave me to enjoy my damn food, okay?’

At her tantrum, Malik’s eyes sparkled. His amusement registered across our twin bond. He projected telepathically, ‘She thinks we have makeup on brother. That’s what I get for walking around with you. I like her, she has claws. Don’t mess it up.’ I smiled smugly at him.

As if I could. This was a matter of life and death for us, literally.

‘There are many issues with your ‘three things’ babe. We will revisit them later am sure, but we need to address this fake perfection accusation. What exactly do you mean?’

‘Look, I didn’t mean anything by it. I am sorry I snapped at you, am just having a bad day, okay? It’s nothing personal.’ She grabbed her purse and remaining food, ready to hurry out of there. I swiftly grabbed her before she left. Her tiny smooth and warm hands felt right in mine. Sparks shot through our connection and I felt her shiver involuntarily.

‘Hey, I was just kidding. Please sit down and enjoy your food.’ I pleaded as I looked directly into her eyes. She needed to know that I was serious and sincere.

‘No thank you. Am sure it tastes like carton right now. Excuse me gentlemen.’

She walked off in a huff, her shoulders straight. Unaware of the stares she was drawing from the room. The skirt she was wearing was decent compared to what we had seen around here. It did nothing though to hide her sweet curves as she hurried off the restaurant. I curbed the urge to growl at the stupid humans staring at her and inform them that she was taken as of ten seconds ago. We let her go. We did not want to overwhelm her too fast too soon.

No woman had ever walked away from us, not once in our lives. The banter was awesome. The fact that she picked up the subtle insult and was able to hold her own confirmed that she was not only beautiful but also witty, intelligent and strong. We were lucky bastards.

‘We screwed that one up.’ I told Malik who just nodded darkly confirming that he agreed with me and already knew how I felt regarding the situation. We had had the psychic link as long as I could remember. My earliest memories were of agreeing with Malik in the womb to play gently those days when we felt mom was pretty tired.

The link had grown stronger over the years, to the point of us not requiring talking in order to communicate. It was not a common knowledge in werewolf community that we could do this. We didn’t want to add to freak factor because being twins was already considered an anomaly, it was a rare thing indeed. The last known twins had been born thousands of years before, but they were fraternal and of different sexes. Malik and I were identical and both male and we were both super alphas. It was expected that at least one of us will take over the alpha position from our dad in a few years’ time. It was an unvoiced agreement between us though that we would either lead the pack together or not at all. We had yet to communicate this to anyone, even our family. Many packs were fearful of our individual strength and am sure they would s**t bricks if they confirmed our noble intentions. But like most things concerning us, rumors on the same had been circulating in the werewolf community for a while now.

Truth is, our combined strength made us a powerhouse, more than they would ever know. No one had so far just come out straight and said ‘we are so afraid of what having the two of you as alphas will mean for us’. Instead, underhanded means had been used to constrain our ascension to pack leadership which we had so far thwarted easily. Until recently, when a claim had been made that according to ancient rules, any pack alpha was expected to have mated before ascension for continuity of the pack. We could easily have refuted this as most alphas had led for hundreds of years before finding their mates. In fact, there were a couple around the globe currently who didn’t have any. We played along, traveling around the world just in case we found our mate while in the meantime, the pack, being the richest and most powerful in the world, had been secretly preparing itself for future attacks by amassing allies and upping its security.

We had not expected to find her so soon. In fact, I was quite sceptical that we would find her at all. I wished we could snatch her as soon as possible and hightail back home immediately. We couldn’t afford to alert the enemies of our good luck. And what good luck she was; beautiful but unaware of it. Smart and sassy as hell. She fit us perfectly. We just had to convince her of that fact.

Chapter 2

Natalie

I was hiding, as much as someone can hide in an open hall. Yesterday’s fiasco with the two hunks had kind of shaken me up in a worrying way. I wasn’t sure if it was as a result of the gruelling day I had because their faces and sexy voices had been constantly playing in my mind over and over again. My body was so out of control, yearning for something, I don’t know what exactly. I was excited, nervous, confused and in a permanent state of arousal – which was totally weird considering I was still a virgin.

To be safe, I had made sure my day was perfect; right from waking up early –too early in fact. Dressing in my usual conservative way – in slacks and a cuffed blouse, I had also carried my lunch today hence my hiding away, far away from the cafeteria to avoid bumping into them again. I was still thinking about this when I felt the presence of two huge guys on both my sides. I didn’t have to look up to know what I would find.

‘You got to be kidding me, this is ridiculous!’ I shouted.

‘Hello to you too Princess. It’s good to see you.’ Gruff voice quipped. That’s when I knew I was in trouble because I really liked guys with a sarcastic streak. Guess I had a winner here.

‘My name is Natalie.’ I gritted my teeth. How come these guys made me lose my cool so fast?

‘Look, we all agreed yesterday that our meeting was unfortunate in every way that counts. We also agreed to end this prank because it’s not funny, not yesterday or today. I have really gone out of my way today to ensure we don’t even come close to each. So, tell me, why are you here?’

‘Babe, we never agreed to anything. If I remember correctly, you chickened out and ran out of the cafeteria swaying your little sexy butt and attracting everyone’s attention.’ A gruffer voice said. He just smiled crookedly at my outraged expression,

‘We decided to introduce ourselves today, lest we are considered ungentlemanly too in addition to being arrogant and unattractive.’ He paused dramatically which I ignored. There was no way I was withdrawing my earlier statement, regardless of his cute dimpled face.

‘Without further ado madam, the gentleman to your right is Malik and I am Mikhail.’ So gruff voice was Malik and gruffer Mikhail, mmmh. I shifted around trying to discern any distinct features between them but came up with none except their eye colors. Malik had the striking green ones while Mikhail’ was a captivating hazel. It would be weird having to look at their eyes every time to identify which one of them I was interacting with. Not that I was planning to stick around them for long or anything, but it was always polite to know people’s names, you know?

I was born weird, or as one of my foster mothers would say ‘special’ with a sneer. Apart from being overly strong despite my tiny built, my sense of smell has always pretty strong. I was one of those freakily clean kids –because of the smell thing – who got into a lot of fights and ended up hurting lots of other bigger kids. It took time and a number of suspensions before I realized that I was destroying my life and it was upon me to make it better. I started running daily to release the pent-up energy. Then one day, Mr. Wang, the owner of the Dojo around the corner, ‘discovered me’ or rather found me hulking behind one of his windows admiring the sinewy muscles and the calm expressions of the people who trained at his place. He kind of adopted me. He taught me how to use all my advantages, including heightened smell, to get mastership over my body and any enemy I would encounter. He thought that a young girl could never be too prepared to defend herself, especially in our shitty neighborhood.

Anyway, I smelled the guys covertly and filed their unique musky scents into my brain for future reference, of course. They were encroaching on my space and sending all my senses into overdrive. I had learned that the best defence was to learn your opponent and lay a trap in wait. Sooner or later, I was going to know what they wanted from me. Too bad for them, they wouldn’t see me coming.

‘Well? You spaced out there for a minute, are you okay?’ I was startled by Malik’s voice.

‘Your names are weird, I have never heard of them before. I think it just caught me off-guard, I was kind of expecting something like Ryan and Rafe, you know, common names.’

‘How comes babe you keep finding a problem with everything about us?’ Mikhail asked. His expression was relaxed but I got the feeling it was a serious question.

‘First of all, my name is Natalie. Please use it. Secondly, I just said your names are weird, I didn’t say I don’t like them.’

‘We’ll use Princess – ‘Malik started, ‘And babe -’ Mikhail finished. ‘But you can call either of us any of the names, we usually respond to both.’

‘That will be rude, I will remember your correct names and expect you to use mine in return, deal?’

‘And how are you planning to do that?’

‘I have my ways. Do we have a deal?’ They both stared at me simultaneously for a few seconds, then looked at each other quickly before facing away.

‘We’ll see.’ They murmured at the same time and smiled indulgently at me. They apparently didn’t believe I could remember their names. I’ll just have to show them, maybe.

‘What are you taking today?’ Mikhail asked as he stretched his deft fingers and stole a piece of beef from my plate and groaned appreciatively after taking a bite. ‘This is home-cooked? I like the spices in it.’

‘Yeah, I made it.’ I answered demurely while pulling the plate closer. I am not a vain person usually, but their presence and rich guy aura just kind of threw me off my game. Yesterday they saw me eating expensive food, only to downgrade to a cheap home-cooked meal today. Well, s**w them.

‘Yeah, and I happen to like it that way.’

‘Of course, it’s fresher than the cafeteria’s and like I said, the spices are awesome. You don’t happen to be hiding anymore in that bag of yours, are you?’ He asked quietly but kind of seriously. That caught me off guard again.

‘No, not really. But you can finish this one off if you want.’ He seemed to be considering it for a minute before Malik pushed his hands away.

‘Don’t mind his manners, you might not believe it, but sometimes he remembers not to starve a lady by eating her food. Besides, he’s a pretty good cook himself, so please take his behavior as a huge compliment.’

‘It’s okay, I would never deny anyone food. I know first-hand how that feels.’

‘No worries babe, I forgot myself there for a moment. It is really good.’

‘If you want, tomorrow I can bring enough for all of us.’ I hesitated. Looking at their surprised faces. ‘That is if you want, no pressure okay? I was just- am sorry, forget it.’

‘No, no…we are just surprised. Where we come from, being offered food is a huge gesture. It’s a sign of deep trust and friendship and it’s never taken lightly.’

‘What my brother here is trying to say,’ Mikhail added, ‘Is that we’ll be honored beyond words by your favor.’

‘Okay, I guess I will be here tomorrow. That is if you show up.’ I started bundling the remaining food is a black paper bag when I sensed deep scrutiny from both. I shrugged.

‘Marco won’t take a well-packed meal, he views it as charity. But I learned that if I eat first and give him the rest, he won’t refuse. I usually carry a lot and…yeah.’ I was rambling, damn it.

‘Who is Marco?’ There was some aggression in Malik’s voice.

‘A young friend of mine. He does odd jobs around here.’

‘You were going to give me his share?’ Mikhail asked, his voice tinged with suspicion.

‘You asked me for food, I couldn’t say no. I would have bought Marco something and wrapped it up haphazardly to fool him – kind off. What is it to you?’ I bristled. At their continued silence, I gathered my stuff and hightailed out of there.

Malik

For guys who have been branded as suave and successful with women before, we were doing quite badly with Natalie. Every time our conversation had been cut short by her rushed exit bristling with either anger or resentment for us, caused by our foot-in-the-mouth moments. To be honest, though Mikhail was so sure she would show up today with the promised lunch. I was not very optimistic. She was a fiery little thing, kind of stubborn and proud. She was also very passionate about some things, weird as they were. For instance, this Marco guy, she sparkled as she talked about him yesterday which made me jealous.

Needless to say, we followed her after lunch to see whom she’ll give the food to. She had placed it carefully on a dustbin outside and left quickly. A few seconds later, a scrawny boy had shown up and then disappeared almost immediately with the food. Of course, we tracked his scent later to his home – Natalie’s security was important to us whether she knew it or not. His family’s living condition was a nightmare. Sometimes, we forgot how other people lived. Seeing his struggle first hand and Natalie’s compassion was kind of heartbreaking. I did not know if Natalie knew about their situation, but it was pretty clear that she was the only one trying to help him.

Our girl was an angel –with thorns you might say. My only concern was that the thorns were an alien nature for her and were brought about by circumstances and a toughening life. We were going to make her surrender to our keep, the sooner the better for everyone concerned.

We were sitting at the table minutes before lunch time, just in case she showed up early. We were kind of nervous, for once in our life. She was acting like we were nothing special apart from her attraction to us the first day. Which she seemed to have dismissed from her mind. Shouldn’t she be feeling just a slight pull towards to us? Such irony. We had never wished so hard for a woman to be attracted to us. The funny part was that she was not pretending or playing games to reel us in. She was genuinely not interested in us or had convinced herself not to act on the attraction. Karma was a cruel b***c. Well, we were using everything now to our advantage. Anything to win her to our sides. Mikhail had even forced me to comb my unruly hair and drop the shades today, something about the eyes being the window to the soul.

Speaking of Mikhail, he was seated next to me tight-lipped. On the contrary, his thoughts were screaming loud. Lusty thoughts were at the forefront of course. Usually, when a werewolf finds his mate, all rationality normally flies out of the window and baser, animalistic instincts are left in place. We are talking about marathon sex for a number of days, to imprint and cover their other halves in their scent. When the said mate is a werewolf, it’s usually easy because they tend to understand what was happening. Well, it is a little bit different when the mate is human, like in our case. The laws forbade just taking her like that, we had to get their consent first –before the sex, imprinting, and mating – that’s because humans were considered weaker. Our mental strength could easily override theirs, especially during sex when they are usually the most vulnerable, making them accept the bond without fully understanding what they were getting in to. Approval and acceptance were very important for the bond to be healthy and strong.

They were cases later on, where the human mates – after being transformed into werewolves after bonding, became stronger and actually realized that they might not want to stay with their mates forever. The only problem was that a werewolf bond was for life. Whether you liked the person or not, your thoughts, wealth and essence were tied to the mates even after death. Cue in resentment, resulting to discord in the pack as a whole.

We had to do things by the book here, despite our bodies’ cry for release. It wasn’t easier for us because our thoughts were feeding each other. Imagine a constant a visual reminder of your wildest fantasy doubled up in intensity, with the object of desire within reach but untouchable. Relieving ourselves had only increased the burn, it was becoming all-consuming too fast. We were not going to hold on for long. My biggest fear was that we would become too far gone to forget her needs when we finally took her.

All of a sudden, Mikhail drew a sharp breath, his attention focused on the door. Almost immediately, our Natalie walked in carrying huge basket and a worried frown. She quickly scanned the area before spotting us then she hurried over. She was simply beautiful, her smile lighting up the whole place. We were both so aroused, we just watched her hungrily the entire time until she settled on her chair.

‘I should have asked if the seats are occupied but I think the owners, if any, will sort themselves out. Right?’ none of us answered.

‘Okay, what’s with you guys today?’

‘We were not so sure you’ll show up considering we make you mad every damn time we meet.’ That drew a smile from her. We were on to a good start.

‘I think we have already established that you guys are arrogant and mannerless - but attractive.’ She added as an afterthought. ‘I’ll not dwell on that or hold it against you. Plus, I have food for you as promised.’ She proceeded to pull out tins of pork chops, mashed potatoes, and some creamed vegetables. She cooks as well, damn!

She served the food carefully, putting generous amounts on our plates. I realized her plate was almost quite as loaded but the portions were separated into two. I guessed the extra was for Marco.

‘Mikhail, this is yours; and this is Malik’s.’ She extended the plates to us one by one, correctly calling out the right names which surprised us. Maybe she was just lucky. We silently agreed to test her.

‘It is the other way round, he is Malik and am Mikhail.’ I pointed out with a serious face. She paused for a moment, regarding us silently.

‘You have done this a lot I think and have been able to confuse many people. Unfortunately, that’s not going to work on me. You are Malik, and he’s Mikhail; just the way you introduced yourselves yesterday unless you lied. Which will be kind of weird.’ She smirked.

‘We’ll give you that, but I think you were just lucky this time.’ Looking at the food eagerly. I prompted her, ‘Where we come from, ladies have to take the first bite before the rest dig in, would you please do us the honor? Am starving here.’

What I really wanted was to feed her, for her to open her sexy mouth and allow us to take care of her needs. An honor always preserved for a mate or mates in our case.

‘Sure.’ she took a huge bite without hesitation and proceeded to groan loudly, enjoying it immensely. Our nether regions responded immediately by coming to attention.

‘This is good, if I may say so myself. It is worth the time I took to prepare it.’ I couldn’t agree more.

It was a great lunch. We ate in comfortable silence, wolfing down the food - that goes even for Natalie by the way. The girl could pack some and more. Looking at her, we wondered where it all went. But we loved it. Not that she was skinny or something, she had awesome curves in all the right places, but her muscles were lean and well-crafted alluding to a disciplined maintenance. We were definitely going to take advantage of that. Hopefully soon, I imagined her body writhing between us as we pleasured her. She would be sweaty and open, her curves flushed and gleaming. Driving us out of minds.

‘You said it took you time to prepare this, we really appreciate that. Would you let us do the same for you? I mean, Mikhail will do most of the work because am hopeless in the kitchen.’ I started the conversation. Anything to get my mind out of the gutter.

‘I will be honored to feed you babe, please say yes. I will pack enough for Marco too, you won’t have to worry about him.’ Mikhail thankfully chipped in faster before she declined.

‘I didn’t expect you guys to do the same for me. Don’t cheapen my gesture like that, I told you offering someone food for me is almost sacred.’

‘We know, you might not believe it, but we feel the same way. We are not trying to cheapen your gesture. On the contrary, we are honoring it by feeding you in return. A sign of friendship and trust from where we come from.’ Mikhail insisted. It was a good the thing that when the situation required, he could spew words out like Shakespeare. Which seemed to be working as her face relaxed and she nodded slowly.

‘What will you be making?’ She looked at him expectantly.

‘It will be a surprise, trust me.’

‘Uh huh, we’ll see about that. Don’t forget Marco.’

Chapter 3

Natalie

I was out on a Friday night. For most young people, that might be the default setting, but for someone like me, it was either a huge accomplishment for the guys or mere stupidity on my part. I have been hiding my whole life. I am queer, as evidenced by my unique strength and a keen sense of smell. Add to the list my ability read other people’s aura, making me a damn weirdo.

I could pinpoint genuine people outright, and trust me, those were as few as the finger digits in my one hand. Making friends, therefore, had always been hard for me. Imagine having to veto potential friends by our similarities and common interests, then narrow them down based on their auras, the most genuine the better, and finally, trust them enough to expose myself to them. Needless to say, my friendship list was non-existent.

In a span of few days, these two-incredible people – I would never say that to their faces – had targeted me, for reasons that I was yet to find out. Infiltrated my life, brought me home-cooked lunch every day –yummy! – then they had dragged me here, to a nightclub. To dance. Just wow! It was insane. I could not explain, even to myself, why this friendship was too easy. It was so effortless that I was getting suspicious.

When your heart has been encased in the widest and tallest walls for years; and you have just known your life in one way, discipline and focus. It’s hard to trust people. All the internal debates I had had with myself, on one side believing that they truly liked my company and on the other side just waiting for the other shoe to drop. It was torturous. The worst part was that I genuinely liked them. Their auras were awesome, alternating from silver to dark red and orange. They were fun with their sarcastic streaks and intelligence. I had even started to get used to their arrogance since it was kind of warranted. I mean, they were already running their own business, from what I gathered. A very impressive fact at their youthful age. I respected power, just as long as it was well earned and fair.

What worried me were the alien feelings I was having. Did I mention my virginal state? Though the way my body was reacting of late, I wouldn’t be for long. It seemed I was ready to jump the gun from a pure virgin to a slut in just a manner of days in their presence. The worst part? It was one-sided. They acted normal with me, teasing me in a brotherly fashion, winding me up until I got spitting mad and laughing at my quirks. No flirting at all. I was not sure if I wanted them to. I was so confused.

Yet they acted polite and disinterested with their fans. I think that was their secret and proven arsenal which made the ladies even more attracted and fanatical. Everywhere we went, girls flirted with them. At work, our lunchtime table had expanded to include lady fans. Their antics to get the hunks’ attention were getting more elaborate and embarrassing as the disinterest continued. I even changed tables once to avoid the whole scene, but the hunks had followed me quietly; and with them, the entourage. I had to put my foot down and demanded my personal space. The next day, there were just three of us on the table again. Some of my colleagues gave me the evil eye for days.

Anyway, my point is, I was their friend. As hurting as it was, I was not ready to be rid of their presence in my life. Have you ever just met someone and clicked? You immediately get comfortable in their presence, you like their scent, you have so much in common and so in tune with each other to the point of freakiness.

My battery-operated boyfriend was getting a lot of action of late, but it was less than satisfying. The more I scratched the itch, the bigger it became. Not to mention my fantasies featuring both of them at the same time were becoming more and more outrageous. I kept waking up every morning with wet panties, drenched in cum but hornier than ever. I prayed really had that they would remain oblivious to my lusty thoughts. Lest they scurried away in fear.

Mikhail was already dancing, he was good actually despite his goofiness on the floor. I didn’t understand how such a big body could be graceful. Malik was sitting with me, eyeing me quietly while nursing his soda. Apparently, he was the designated driver. Something I was grateful for because I didn’t want to end in a ditch on my first drinking spree.

‘I can feel your energy princess, you should drink and dance. That’s why we are here. I got your back, nothing bad will happen to you.’ He said to me. I fidgeted on my seat because I trusted him, but I didn’t trust myself at all. For all I know, I would wake up the following morning having committed serious atrocities, like propositioning both of them and damaged our friendship beyond repair.

‘You haven’t touched your drink and you are overthinking again. Tell me, what are you really afraid of?’ He prompted.

‘Myself. I have never been in this situation before Big Guy. You did not even let me pay for my drinks. I am feeling things I shouldn’t be feeling. I am out of my element here. What if I do something wrong? Something unforgivable like-’

‘Like what?’ Uh huh.

‘Like making out with some guy on the dance floor and I find it gross. Or maybe I like the kiss so much, but the guy finds my lack of experience wanting?’ Malik growled menacingly making my hair to stand on end. He focused on me with an intensity that was riveting. His eyes shining almost unnaturally.

‘Princess, no guy is allowed to kiss you today. I will slash the balls of anyone who tried. You are also not allowed to kiss anyone for the sake of their safety. I don't care if they start the kissing or you do, I will slash them anyway.’ His voice held a command that I found both irritating and sexy, I chose to ignore it.

‘Now, the whole reason of coming here was for you to enjoy yourself. For that to happen, you’ll have to let go. I wouldn’t advise this normally, especially when you are alone.’ He took my hands in his large ones and rubbed my palms soothingly. ‘Today am here princess, let go as much as you want. I won’t let anything happen to you.’

‘You promise?’ I hated the vulnerability that I felt at that moment. I don’t know why his words made me feel so vulnerable and protected at the same time. Suddenly, huge familiar hands hugged me from behind and I leaned into Mikhail’ strong body. He gently rubbed my shoulders and turned me to look at him.

‘We promise on our lives.’ How did he know what we were talking about? Just a few seconds ago he was in the middle of the dance floor having his groove on and the music was so loud. I looked at him suspiciously but got blindsided with his killer smile and awesome bode that was just a little bit sweaty. Yummy.

‘You’ll be okay, come dance with me.’ He pulled me gently, but I held on.

‘I need liquid courage to match you out there. Go on, I will follow you.’ He looked at his brother for a bit longer this time before leaving. They were having the silent communication thingy again. Could these guys communicate telepathically? Before I knew it, my glass was filled with wine and I was getting tipsy and maybe just a little bit reckless.

‘What was he telling you?’ I asked Malik.

“Who?’

‘Mikhail. It’s like you guys can communicate without having to speak.’ He seemed surprised by my observation but shrugged, down-playing it well.

‘Look, you push me to do stuff every day and I agree because I think we are friends or at least I hope we are.’ He visibly swallowed but waited me out.’ I have noticed some things. Like the way you guys are super close, even for twins. You are always so in sync. It’s like you have telepathy or something like that.’ I was too stubborn and a

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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 24.10.2018
ISBN: 978-3-7438-8447-2

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