Page 27 of Their Offering

“Hurt how?” Aiden asked him, his voice laced with a bit of hostile curiosity.

Keir shook his head, seemingly not wanting to talk about it. He’d been somber since the encounter with the girl at the portal. Her name was Lillian, according to Keir. It was a beautiful, fitting name for such a breathtaking woman.

I was more than content to watch her naked beauty from the steps while my twin had his fun with her, but I’d gotten more excited than I’d expected when Aiden asked me to help him out with the squirming little slut.

Her pale, perky breasts were a perfect fit for my hand, and the way she’d reacted to the pain I’d inflicted on her little pink nipples made me rock hard. It took everything not to take her as mine once Aiden finished, but she was spent—not even conscious.

I wanted her to be more than aware when I had my turn with her. I wanted to watch her as I made her come onmycock.

“Keir,” Aiden said sternly, interrupting my thoughts.

Keir still hadn’t given us the information he’d dangled in front of us. Lilly had been hurt? How? And what were we gonna do about it?

Lilly had no idea what she’d done, but by offering herself to us, she’d literally given herself to us. She was ours until we grew tired of her—highly unlikely—or we released her—even more unlikely.

We didn’t know her, but she was clearly different from any other woman we’d ever been around. It was ludicrous to call it so soon, but she was the end-all for us—all three of us, even if Keir didn’t want to see it yet.

“Men. Bad men,” he choked out. He was upset. I’m sure it had been hard to see her memories, given what we’d discovered about her before Aiden claimed her.

“What about them?” I asked, beating my twin to the chase.

“It doesn’t matter. I’ll handle it,” Keir barked.

“Keir…” I walked quickly so I could get ahead of him. I turned to face him, stopping him in his tracks. “Tell us. She’s ours now too.”

Keir looked between Aiden and me, clearly not enjoying the fact that he had to share, though he refused to acknowledge the rightful claim he had on Lillian.

He swallowed. “Her mother… sold her. For drugs. She was handed out and used by men as a child. She was forced, hurt, and left, over and over. Her entire childhood was clouded by these experiences. She––”

“Let’s go back. Find those men. Torture them. Kill them.” Aiden was pacing now, his fists clenched and jaw grinding.

I’ll admit, it was weird to feel such immediate possessiveness over a woman we’d just met, but it was out of our control. We had aneed. A need to be with her. To want her. To protect her.

“No.”

We looked at Keir, surprised he’d turn down avenging someone who’d been wrong so horribly, especially her.

“We have to cover our asses, deal with our father, then come back for Lillian.Iwill handle the men at some point, but I need you two to focus on her. She’s broken. She doesn’t see her worth. You two have to fix that. Your duty is to her.”

“You can do that, t––” Keir cut Aiden off with a glare.

I knew Keir cared about Lilly, even if he didn’t want to admit it. He was scared. According to him, our mother had changed a lot, and though we witnessed some of it, Keir had been the victim.

She’d always been his protector—the buffer between Keir and our father. Until she wasn’t.

“You always fuck up, boy,” our father yelled at Keir, who stood in front of me and my twin like a shield. We were old enough to take care of ourselves, but he’d been this way for decades—our protector.

Our father had found all three of us in the hall, headed to the gym to blow off some steam after Keir’s most recent ridiculous punishment.

“I just wanted a break,” Keir spoke calmly, the only way to keep his voice from shaking.

“A break? We don’t get breaks, you ungrateful little shit.” Our father’s face was beet-red. “If I tell you to tend the fires, you’ll do so.”

Keir had been sent to tend the Lake of Fire as a punishment for his latest non-existent slight.

We—Aiden and I—had always been told that we looked like our father, but I struggled to see the resemblance when his face was always twisted with anger for Keir. We didn’t want to look like him. We didn’t want to be him either.

Keir favored our mother, even down to their eyes. Lucky bastard.

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