Page 39 of Caught in His Sights

At least being in bed for almost a week gave my cut foot time to heal, though now I ache in so many other places. My legs tremble as I walk down, muscles aching from days spent lost in pleasure.

The scent of food wafts up from below, and my stomach rumbles in anticipation. Weaker than I’ve ever been after a Heat, I grip the railing for support, taking the stairs one at a time.

When I shuffle into the kitchen, Caleb stands at the island. He turns to face me, lips spreading in a smile, and alarm bells go off in my head.

I freeze, uncertain of what to do.

“Hey, baby.” He sweeps forward to embrace me and leans down for a kiss.

Panicking, I rear back and slap him across the face.

“Ow!” Shock flashes through his familiar, dark-brown eyes, and he frowns. “What was that for?”

“Don’t touch me.” Not waiting for him to comply, I sweep my arms up between us and push them outward, knocking his hands off.

A shove against his chest sends him stumbling back a step in his surprise.

He rubs the red mark blossoming on his cheek. “What’s going on, baby?”

“I’m not your baby.” I hug my elbows close to my body. “Where’s Caleb?”

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The man, so similar to the one I obsess over, pretends not to understand. “Why are you saying I’m not Caleb?”

As he tries to come closer again, panic surges through me, and I dart away, putting the island between us.

“You’re not Caleb,” I say, my voice firm with certainty. “You’re his twin, Damien.”

Damien raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “How did you figure it out? Was it our scent? People always tell us our pheromones are the same, but none of them spent five days rolling in bed with one of us.”

He sniffs the air then, and something changes in his expression. “Wait, have we met?”

My pulse leaps with panic. “No. How could we?”

“I’m not sure, but there’s something familiar.” He comes after me around the counter.

Feeling like a trapped animal, I circle in the opposite direction.

“Come on now, the house isn’t big,” Damien taunts, amusement in his voice. “It’s only a matter of time until I catch you.”

In desperation, I grab the chopping knife from the cutting board where the beginnings of breakfast have been abandoned. “If you touch me again, you’ll pull back a stump.”

A warm body slides up behind me, coming from the garage, and Caleb’s hand wraps around my wrist before he plucks the weapon from my grip.

“This isn’t sharp enough to cut through bone.” Thumb rubbing over my racing pulse point, he sets the knife out of reach and faces his brother. “What’s going on here?”

Before Damien can speak, I jump to explain. “He was playing the twin swap game and tried to kiss me.”

A dangerous expression flashes across Caleb’s face, and his hold on me tightens. “Did he get his mouth on you?”

Damien laughs and rubs his cheek, which bears the red mark left by my slap. “Quit with that glare. He knew from across the room I wasn’t you.”

“Of course he did.” Caleb’s hand releases my wrist and slides down my back to cup my ass.

Out of the view of his twin, he pushes on the butt plug still stuffed inside me, bringing me up onto my toes with an aborted whine of protest.

He rumbles at me in approval before glaring at his brother. “So why were you two playing cat and mouse in my kitchen if he already called your bluff?”

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