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“So fucking naughty,” he purrs, “which is why I got you this.”
Maddox reaches into his coat and pulls out a black box about three inches wide and eight inches long. It’s not decorated like the other gifts, but he did manage to stick a bow on top of it.
I eagerly take the box and pull off the top, gasping at what’s inside. Lying in a bed of silk is a switchblade pocketknife, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“Wow,” I murmur in awe as I pull it out of the silk. It’s stunning. The handle is dark wood that’s been carved with intricate filigree, and the name Dixen is inscribed within it. The blade has been tempered, making it an iridescent color that changes from purple to pink to blue as I move it in the light.
“Now you’ll always have a way to take care of yourself in the rare case one of us isn’t with you. That blade will cut through bone like it’s nothing but a piece of paper.”
“It’s gorgeous. Thank you so much.” I place it back in the box as Maddox engulfs me in his huge arms.
He kisses the top of my head, then rests his chin on my hair. “I’d do anything for the ones I love. Anything.”
“You too?” I choke out, not believing what I’m hearing.
“Yes, and believe it or not, I think I was the first.” He lifts his head, and I shift my eyes, gazing up at him. “You got to me like no one else ever has before, and now that you’re mine, I’m never letting go.”
“You’ll never have to,” I whisper, kissing his lips and feeling the passion burning between us.
He pulls away, his lips curving up into a rare Maddox smile. “We have one more present. Alistair?”
He nods at his brother, and I turn to see Alistair with another gift in his hands. It looks like a ring box, and though I’m crazy about these guys, I’m not ready for an engagement.
Nervous, I open the box and frown at its contents, pulling out the small metal object.
“A key?” I ask in confusion.
“Yes,” Alistair answers. “A key to your new house.”
He gestures around him, and my jaw fucking drops as my gaze darts around in disbelief. Then I notice the mantel again, and I see the stockings, each one embroidered with our initials on it.
“My house…” My words fail me, and I collapse into a sobbing mess on the floor. They surround me, comforting me and just being there for me, giving me more with their touch than words could ever do.
“I love you too,” I sob out. “All of you. So fucking much, it hurts.”
“And we love you,” Alistair answers for them. “Now, what do you say we give you a tour of your new home?”
