Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
“Whose room is this?” I ask.
I notice there isn't much in it, only the bed and two nightstands. It’s clean but bare. It’s unlike the rest of the house, which feels lived-in. Even the walls are stark white in here. This room looks like it’s waiting for someone to bring it to life.
“No one’s ever stayed in here before, so I guess you’d call it the guest room,” Ezra answers.
“It’s the master suite of the home,” Erik corrects him.
“Yeah, I guess it is,” Ezra agrees after a beat. His eyes roam over me as I sit on the edge of the bed with my feet dangling.
“The bathroom is over there.” Erik points to a door. “I’ll grab you something to change into.”
“This is fine.” I stop him. I’m in yoga pants and a hoodie. “I’d wear something like this to bed anyway.” Minus the bra, but I’ll take that off when they leave.
“Are you sure?”
I nod again and wonder what they might sleep in. A flood of images goes through my mind as I imagine their naked chests. I’m jerked back to reality when Ezra makes a low growling noise and Erik smacks his arm.
“He does that a lot. Does it mean I’ve done something to make him mad?” I ask as I look between them.
“No, he doesn't growl like that when he’s mad.”
“So he has different growls?” I tease with a small laugh.
“Something like that,” Ezra answers for himself begrudgingly.
“Well, I guess I should get some sleep,” I sigh.
I’m not sleepy and I should be. My brain doesn't want to shut off, and more than that I don’t want them to leave me alone in here because it doesn't feel right.
I think back on what Juliet said and maybe I should let my mind settle down. I just can’t stop from wondering what tomorrow will bring. Things will have to be addressed and the big one is about the missing women.
“Okay, if you need anything just call out and we’ll come right in,” Erik says.
He grabs a hold of his brother’s shoulder to pull him from the room.
“Wait!” I jump down from the bed. “I do have one question.”
“You can ask us anything,” Ezra says.
I decide to ask the question that’s been eating away at me. “Do you think I’m your mate?” I heard some of the things Bishop and Kane said before they thought I was awake.
“Yes,” they both confirm at the same time. It makes me want to smile, but I can’t because I know even if what I read about them isn’t true, they will never be mine.
I thought hearing them say no would hurt more, or maybe only one of them confirming my suspicions would be the worst part. But I can’t be the thing that tears these brothers apart. I can’t choose and I would never ask them to.
Which means only one thing: I’ll have to leave.
Five
Erik
“Are we just going to stand out here all night?” Ezra asks as he paces.
“What choice do we have? She didn’t exactly invite us into her bed.” I pinch the bridge of my nose and try to stem the urges I’m feeling.
Ezra stops and faces me, and I look up to see my own anxious pain reflected in his eyes. “She’s our mate, yours and mine. I don’t know how this is going to work, but I do know that even this amount of separation is making me uneasy. Can’t you hear that?”
“Of course I can,” I say, taking a step towards him.
The sound of her soft breathing, her warm heartbeat, and the hum inside her that calls to me. It might as well be as loud as a stadium crowd because I’m so attuned to it.
“Then you’ll know that I’m being called to her and I can’t hold back much longer.”
“You need some sleep,” I say, holding my hand out as he walks towards the door. “We both do.”
“How am I supposed to sleep with this?” He gestures down to his cock and I roll my eyes.
My own cock is hard for the first time in a hundred years, but back then all we could do was jerk off. Right now we’re having the thoughts of sinking into warm, wet pussy for the first time in our lives, but we have to remain in control. I can feel all his desires as if they were my own, but now that our mate is here, it’s compounded. Not only does her body call to us but so does her blood. It smells like a candy factory and I can only imagine how sweet she’s going to taste.
“Maybe we should call Bishop,” I suggest, and Ezra looks angry.
“Maybe we should go in there and claim what belongs to us.”
“You’d do that?” I challenge. “You’d kick down that door and take her like an animal? Maybe you’re not good enough to be her mate.”