Page 2 of Echoes of Fear

Maddy has repeatedly asked me why I don’t try to be the Sub that Steel and Blaze have been looking for. I get it, though. I understand why people think we would make a great partnership. They are my Doms, after all, but only in friendship.

Steel and Blaze are versatile Doms. They’re not really “Daddy Doms,” which was what I had been looking for before everything happened last year.

If their chosen sub, because they plan to share one, is a little, then the twins could be a Daddy Dom with no problem.

But when I look at them, I don’t feel that spark. I was able to be Little with them, but it was only ever in a guardianship sort of way.

I’m not the submissive that will make them a single unit. And I know, for a fact, that I’m more like a little brother to them.

However, I’m submissive by nature, and the sheer dominance that emits from these two always has me “exposing my neck,” for lack of a better phrase.

“He does fuck harder,” Blaze tells me as if it’s something I desperately need to know. “But only because he wants to get it over with. I like to take my time and enjoy the rare sub we decide to take to bed.”

“Ew, I don’t want to hear this,” I yelp, sticking my fingers in my ears. “LA LA LA LA.”

It takes me a moment to realize what I’ve done, and I quickly lower my hands and straighten my back.

Both Blaze and Steel are smiling warmly at me.

“Told you,” Blaze says softly. “He’s in there, little one.”

“We have to talk to you about something,” Jax announces as he places the plate of raw beef patties on the island.

The clubhouse has an open-concept design. Apart from the bathrooms, bedrooms, and the office, it’s pretty much one giant room. There is a space to lounge and watch some TV, a small kitchen area with an island to separate it, and the rest is this large open space that Bitsy once said would be perfect for parties.

I do miss her. She and Viper moved to live near Bitsy’s family. She’s been by a couple of times since she had her baby, but I didn’t get to see her. I saw her only once.

“Enough, Jax,” Steel growls. “We’ll talk to him about it after dinner.”

Yeah, that’s not going to work.

“What is it?” I ask.

“We’ll tell you later,” Blaze agrees with his twin. “It’s not something you need to worry about right now.”

“I disagree,” Jax frowns. “Considering his situation, this needs to be something he has time to mentally prepare himself for.”

“What’s going on?” I repeat.

“Damn it, Jax,” Blaze growls. “You couldn’t wait one more fucking hour?”

“No! We should have told him days ago.”

Alright, now I’m getting worried.

“Are you kicking me out?” I ask worriedly as Ghost walks in. “Did I do something wrong? I’ve been adding money to the accounts for rent and utilities.”

“What the fuck, Knox,” Ghost shouts. “I told you to keep your money. Why didn’t anyone notice that he was depositing money into the club's account?”

“Because I’m the one in charge of the books,” I answer.

“We’ll talk about that later, little one,” Steel says, his gaze piercing into my very existence.

I’m not a Little, I try to say, but his dang Dom energy has made me forget how to speak.

“In our defense,” Maddy says, pointing from her to Sophie, “We only just found out, or we would have told you.”

“Told me what?” I say when my ability to be an adult finally kicks back into gear.

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