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“Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. It’s Mr. I-am-going-to-treat-her-like-I-hate-her-but-then-check-on-her-while-she-sleeps,” Luka taunts from the lounge as he tosses his gaming controller onto the plush, black sofa beside him. All of the lights in the space are dimmed, casting most of the room in darkness, just as I had left it.

“Now isn't the time, asshole,” I snarl, stalking toward my room to avoid this conversation, or at least try to.

“Not so fast, come on. Did you break in and watch her sleep? Sit in the dark like a creep while our pretty little thing slept soundly without a care in the world?” He calls out, switching off the television and following behind me.

“No. She came all over Pyro, from what I could hear. He kept her lucid and made her come during a nightmare. Her fucking whimpers, Luka...” I trail off, flinging my bedroom door open and walking toward the black wingback chair in the corner.

Luka rushes forward, pushing me against the closest wall with his hand around my throat and his eyes hazy, the dark swirls taking over the red in his pupils.

“What the fuck? Can you repeat that because I can't have heard that right?” He orders, giving me a death glare like he’s about to rip right through me. To be honest, I wouldn't mind the fight with him tonight. After the day we had, we could both let off some steam.

“As I said, she was having a nightmare, and Pyro was in her room. He made her come, then marked her cunt with his scent. Need more details?” I snap back, pulling his arm from my throat and pushing past him, throwing my shoulder into his with force. Walking over to the chair, I let my body fall into it, leaning my head back into the backrest.

“After spending the day with her today, feeling her skin, seeing how she reacts to us, I don’t think I can let her go like we planned, Bale,” he huffs, dropping into the chair opposite mine.

“It’s too dangerous, Luka. You know that as well as I do. Show some restraint and stop thinking with your cock,” I respond, not bothering to look at him, my head still tipped back. “We need to stick to the plan, no matter how tempting it is to give in. Stick to the fucking plan.”

“That could’ve been us, you know. We could have been tasting her. Sharing her,” Luka snarls, extending his wings dramatically before tucking them behind him, giving the illusion of two horns on each side of his head. “A fire mutt has tasted what is rightfully ours before we even got close.”

He storms out of the room, slamming the door shut on his way out. Knowing my brother, he will be fine in the morning, but he will want to pay the girl a visit to check on her.

For me, being close to her is a fucking danger. The pull I feel is so strong that it causes me pain to be away from her, but whenever we’re close, it takes all I have to control myself. If I were to lose that control, I don’t know whether that would result in her being torn to pieces or not having a choice with a mating bond.

What makes it worse is that she seems to thrive on my struggle. She likes to push me to see how far she can take it. The girl sees my anger, my true form escaping, and she gets so wet that it starts to drip down her thighs. She tempts my beast, and he’s more than happy to give her what she craves.

WYNN

As usual, I wake with a jolt just as the sun starts to rise and fills the room with a muted orange light. I stretch out my body, the muscles light and relaxed, and the usual ache after a night of nightmares missing. My hands trace the soft, damp sheets below me at the realization.

He was here. I thought I had felt him, but my body wasn't quite asleep nor awake. All I know is that I felt something. Something I couldn't easily explain.

My fingers ghost across my core, spreading myself apart to feel where the twinge of pain is coming from. I can feel two cuts on either side of my clit, and when I pull them up, I find my fingers coated in fresh blood. Well fuck, that’s hot as all freaking sin.

My eyes adjust to the morning light as a thick layer of smoke lingers along the ceiling, filling my lungs with every breath. It smells like a campfire has been lit in the room, the burning embers tickling my nose. My mind goes back to the nightmare where I first met Pryo, the smokey, wolf-like creature smelt almost exactly the same as my room. He must have been here but not as a person, and I slept through the whole damn thing.

I shower quickly, dressing in a short, black denim skirt with fishnets and black, lace-topped socks. I rustle through the tops in my drawer, finding a grey and black striped sweater before buckling on a black leather under-bust harness. It’s the weekend, so I may as well look a little more like myself.

I brush a dusting of amber across my lids with a sharp winged liner and a red-tinted gloss for my lips. A smirk spreads across my face as I walk out of the door, the air hitting between my thighs with each step.

Waiting just outside my door are the twins, both casually leaning against the wall with their hands in their pockets. Standing next to each other, they are a force.

Bale looks good enough to fucking eat, with his black, ripped jeans and combat boots; his black t-shirt with 'mayhem' written across the chest; showcasing the tattoos sprawling up his arms and neck. Even just being in their presence wakes up my body, which already feels like it has been on high alert since I stepped foot onto Blackstone turf.

Luka’s a little more subdued, dressed in light denim jeans and a white t-shirt. They are two polar opposites standing side by side. My mind goes back to yesterday, remembering the feeling of Bale's teeth on my neck and his twin’s hands around my throat. I giggle as I feel my core tighten at the memory, remembering exactly how it felt after that run-in.

“Oh look, it’s my mates.” I smile at the twins, using air quotes at the word mates. “What a pleasant surprise on a Saturday morning.”

Bale's nostrils flare, his heated eyes raking over my body from head to toe and back up again. His stare pins me in place, and I’m unable to move even if I wanted to.

Luka breaks the silence, striding confidently toward me, his hand ghosting along my cheeks while his red eyes search mine. “You let him in, little Wynn. Why would you let him in?” My brows pull together, confusion spreading across my face while I try to figure out what he’s going on about.

“What you mean to say is she fucked him, brother,” Bale sneers from the wall, his fingers toying with a black piece of lace that looks exactly like a pair of my missing panties.

“I’m struggling to see why anything I do affects either of you,” I deadpan, my eyes on the material in his hands. He brings it closer to his face, inhaling deeply while the black veins spread from his eyes. The movement should creep me out if they are, in fact, a pair of my missing panties. Yet here I am, so turned on that my upper thighs are becoming slick.

“I love a bit of commando as much as the next girl, but under the skirts? One gust of wind, and everyone is going to see my kitty. Luckily, I shaved.” I laugh, watching as Bale struggles to keep his composure, dropping his fisted hand to his side and then into his pocket. His jaw flares as he tenses, his eyes now fixated on the apex of my thighs.

“Don't push him,” Luka whispers against my ear, his breath heating my skin. “Stay inside today, this is the only warning you will get.”

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