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Always unapologetically Milo.
He glances over his shoulder at me. My white top now practically see through thanks to Tate. I watch his sculpted jaw clench and unclench as his brother snickers. Feeling incredibly proud of himself, no doubt. He takes a deep breath, the flame on his cheeks deepening. “I don’t particularly like heights.”
What?
“Seriously?” I ask, barely suppressing the chuckle in my voice. All of that because he didn’t want me to know he’s scared of heights. As if they don’t come running, resigned to war every time I banshee screech over a spider in the house. Tate joins me, tugging me tightly to him, my skin coming to life in the addictive way it does every time we touch.
“Harbinger of Fate. Trained killer. Wielder of the elements and God of weather. Scared of a ten-foot drop.” I smack his bare chest before slipping out of his grasp. Milo is now fully sulking.
Which is super cute.
I wrap my arms around him. Laying my palms lower on his back, the only place he can feel them as I nestle into his warm skin. My eyes tracing the ragged circle with three lines running through it. Letting his smell wrap itself around me as my core tightens. His breathing hitches, his Adam’s apple bobbing as I run my lips lightly across the brand. “I think it’s cute.”
“I’m a Harbinger of Fate. I’m not cute.” He grumbles. I peek up at him, hiding my smile in his chest as Tate joins us. Running his hand down my spine. “If I’m cute, will I get more of your attention, kitten?” He asks coyly before Milo plants a palm on his face, shoving him back. He hoists me up, holding me tightly to him before planting a soft kiss on my chest. “You can be a total badass and still be cute sometimes, you know. Take me, for example.”
He smirks, rolling his eyes. Tate takes me from him, kissing me deeply as soon as my body is pressed flush against his. Our skin molding together as an addictive tingle erupts through the bond. “I quite like the way your outfit looks like this.” The husky note to his voice resonates directly between my legs. He sits me down, turning me gently to face his brother as he pulls my arms behind my back, exposing my newly visible nipples through the white shirt. “What do you think, Milo?” My pulse drums, the tone to his voice is sweet but I know better. I can feel the connation that lingers underneath the swathing tenor.
Milo steps closer, his hands running lightly down my sides. “Where exactly were you going?”
I bite down on my bottom lip as he continues tracing the contours of my body. Tate’s teeth lightly nip at my earlobe, making my pulse drum somewhere far lower. “Focus kitten. You know how he gets when you don’t answer him. “
That’s what I’m counting on.
I exhale roughly, their touch sending a bone deep warm tingle throughout my limbs. “Mara wanted me to come over, it’s supposed to be the last really warm day of the season.” Milo raises his eyebrow, taking another long look before gripping my chin firmly. “Dressed like this?”
“There was no water before and we’re walking the beach.” I retort.
“Hmmm.” Is the only response I get as he lifts my chin higher, forcing my heated azure eyes to his darkening gray ones. “Wrong answer,” He half smirks. My lips part as Tate jerks me up, holding me tightly as he tosses me over his shoulder. I struggle in his grasp, knowing it’s useless as a firm swat lands on my upper thighs making me squeal, “Milo!”
“Not me this time, baby. Seems you’ve agitated the reasonable one.” He murmurs from behind us as Tate climbs the main black staircase. I brush my hair from where it’s falling over my face, peaking at Tate. His chiseled jaw is set, those marble eyes meeting mine with an unreadable expression. The bond hauntingly empty, devoid of their presence.
What’s gotten into you?
A low rumble builds deep in his chest. A sound I’m more familiar with from his brother than him. I’m ripped from my thoughts as he tosses me roughly onto the bed. My calculated sweet Tate nowhere to be found. Harnessing all the rough primal energy from his counterpart. My heart skips as I sit up, only to have a brisk gust of air flatten me against the mattress again. The sound of objects clattering to the floor behind me narrates my shock. They rarely use their powers against me. Milo glares at his brother before their eyes glaze over.
If Milo is being the voice of reason, I’m super fucked. Like... ultra-super fucked.
“Tate...” I trail off as I scramble off the bed, arousal pooling between my legs as I hesitantly approach him. He lets me get close, so close I can almost touch him before I feel the brutal strength of Milo’s vines wrap tightly around my ankles. My upper body pitches forward, my palms hitting the cool ground. I glare at the deep forest green vines as if they wanted to be subjected to whatever kinky fuckery awaits me. They’re thick, reminiscent of the veins in his arms as he holds out his hand, slowly curling it into a fist. I gasp as the vines tighten again; thankful they lack the thorns that typically adorn them. A single red flower buds and unfurls before my eyes, black veins seem to scatter across the crimson petals like lighting in the sky.
It’s equal parts beautiful and unsettling.
“Let me go,” I demand only half meaning it. I have no goddamn clue why they’re acting like this. I don’t really mind they would never hurt me in any real sense, but my curiosity is burning a hole in my skull. Milo snickers, crossing his arms tightly as he leans against the wall of his bedroom. “Now, why would I do that?” My eyes dart to Tate as the energy swirls around us, the only warning I get before the sound of his airy whistle fills the bedroom. The slight flicker of panic in my chest surges turning into a raging flame. It floods the bond making the corners of his mouth pull up at the sides.
Fuck no.
I focus on the energy, the atoms around the space of my hand pushing it downward, ignoring the uncomfortable heat as I shove it closer to my ankles. Not taking the time to breathe a much-needed sigh of relief when Milo doesn’t call my bluff quickly releasing me. “Brat.” He knows my flame won’t hurt me, but they’d never take the chance, anyway.
Big softies.
Energy burns through me as I struggle to pull it back, to ignore the itch deep in my soul that demands my attention. I don’t waste any more time before I dart past them. My heart rages as I hit the hallway, only making it a few steps before a wave of pleasure hits me. I cry out, crumbling to my knees as my core tightens, my clit pulsing. “Tate!” I groan.
“I don’t recommend trying that again, kitten. You’re ours, remember? We’ve just decided you don’t get to leave today.” I desperately try to cling to his words, to make sense of their meaning, but I can’t as another soul crushing burst of pleasure hits me. Forcing me into an orgasm as my nails dig into the skin on my thighs. Every touch, sound, and smell pushing me closer to the edge as I’m jerked up to my feet. I squeeze my eyes tightly shut as his whistle cuts off, leaving me panting. Milo leans forward, capturing my mouth. I’m drug back into the room and pushed onto the bed, his lips and tongue never leaving mine as my legs shake with need. The anticipation and arousal mixing with the knowledge of the deadly men that have full control of my body. Full ownership of my soul.
And they intend to use both.
I don’t fight him as he pulls my wrists in front of me, tightly binding them in a way that makes the crimson rope bite into my flesh. “You aren’t fighting fair,” I pant as he lifts my bound wrists, connecting them to the metal rigging system above the bed. His fiery gray eyes are pinned to mine as he removes my pants and underwear, discarding them on the floor. My breasts heave underneath my soaked shirt as he fists it in both his hands. “We don’t have to, baby.” With that, he rips it down the middle, leaving me hungry and exposed to them. Just as I always was meant to be.
He joins his brother as Tate whistles again, sending another jolt of pleasure through me before it ebbs. Settling to a baseline that makes me clench my thighs together. My hands fisting with the need to touch myself, to relive just an ounce of this ache. “We’ve never fought fair, baby.” Milo remarks, his voice gravelly. Another wave hits me, forcing me again to the brink as a guttural moan escapes my lips. Arousal leaking down my thighs. “You belong to us, kitten.” Tate adds, watching intently as I writhe. Their cocks tenting in their jeans, my mouth waters with the desire to taste them.
