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Chapter Three
Still Don’t Know My Name by Labyrinth
I chew my lip, half kicking myself for ignoring them all day. It was immature; I know that. I also know there will be consequences. The proof is plastering the windshield as I pull into the driveway. Mara nearly shit watching the storm intensify as we drove closer. There were subtle hints of tremors in the soil when I dropped her off at the dorm apartments that sent an ominous chill up both our spines. Tate is leaned up against the large white column, his arms crossed tightly to his chest, his hair blowing as the wind as Milo’s storm rages outside the safety of the car. Energy burns around me as I reluctantly turn my attention to Milo. Rain drips down his face as lightning strikes the ground beside the car. I yelp my hand, pausing on the handle as Tate joins him. Resting a hand on his shoulder.
Yes, please calm him down.
But I get the feeling it’s not for my benefit. They are both dressed in pressed black slacks, the hint of a button down sticking out from underneath Tate’s navy-blue sweater. Milo’s black button down is unbuttoned too far, crumpled and soaked with rain as hail ratchets into their skin. Beating at him until the shirt is perfectly molded to his skin. Heat fills my stomach, edging its way down to my core. They look so... deadly and so fucking beautiful. I snuck out this afternoon when they headed for headquarters, unplugging every camera that would see me leave.
In other words, I snuck away like a thief in the night... and I’m starting to realize the gravity of my mistake.
They just stand there, unmoving and unbothered by the surrounding storm. I don’t get a second to ponder or gather my things when Milo’s patience wears paper thin. Their anger fuels mine, making my stomach twist into a knot as I shove my feelings through the bond. Their eyes coming to life burning with a fury I’ve only seen a handful of times.
It’s their fucking fault. If they would just tell me what’s going on, I wouldn’t have acted out.
The stiff wind hits me, the rain feels like darts on my exposed arm as Milo jerks the door open. His storm ebbing slightly when our skin meets. I don’t speak as he reaches over, unbuckling me before he swiftly jerks me from the car, slamming the door behind me. Before I can register movement, they’re on me. Their lips punishing as my back roughly meets the car, the metal biting into my spine. It hurts, but I couldn’t care less. A whimper leaves my throat as they consume me, our bodies blending. Milo growls as he grips my throat tightly. Adrenaline pumps through my veins as Tate captures my jaw. Forcing my head towards him, “Never fucking do that again.”
“Do you have any fucking clue how worried we were?” Milo adds as his teeth graze my exposed shoulder. I tense, “Milo wait-” I cry out as he bites down hard his teeth puncturing my skin. They feel like a blunt blade assaulting my flesh, the painful sensation doubled when Tate does the same on my opposite shoulder. A dozen emotions rip through the bond, making me still despite the burning in my shoulders where their teeth still linger, hovering above like a warning. “Don’t fucking leave us.” Tate whispers.
“You ran.” Milo mutters.
What?
I place my hands on their chests, feeling the way their hearts hammer within. Knowing the dueling beats are for me makes my lung constrict. “Kita, why would you hide from us?” The desperate whine to Tate’s voice elicits another whimper from my throat, fresh tears stinging my eyes.
I would never.
“Selfish fucking brat, this is your fault.” Milo adds, his gravelly voice pitched higher than normal as his lips find mine in a bruising kiss. I gasp as his hand knots in my hair tightly, jerking my head back away from him, exposing me for his brother. I moan into his mouth as Tate’s tongue finds mine. My universe set ablaze as hands find my taunt nipples rolling and grouping them over the fabric as another set venture rapidly underneath. Clutching and caressing every inch of me. I pant as my head goes light, pulling away for a breath. I’m met with a raw agonized marble gray set of eyes. “Milo...” My voice breaks as he quickly buries his head in my neck. The icy rain and wind batter my sensitive skin, doing nothing to quell the fire inside me. A flame they lit. Arousal soaks into my underwear despite the guilt I feel, which just makes me feel even more guilty.
“We’ll fucking string you up, leave you dangling there in the bedroom so you can’t leave again. Is that what you want? Want us to fucking hurt you, take away your freedom?” Tate mumbles against my neck, his voice straining as he licks, kisses and nips at my burning flesh. The skin throbbing from the pain of their bites. “We’ll take care of you. Do everything for you. You won’t have to leave.”
“I know you would.” I whisper so quietly I almost worry they won’t hear it. The thunder dies down as we stay there like that, the twins reclaiming something they never lost while need and guilt dances through me. Each nip, bite and suck adding to the throbbing between my legs.
“I would never leave you. How could you think that? You are my home, my everything.”
“You unplugged the cameras, wouldn’t answer your phone, left without saying a word, Kita. What the fuck were we supposed to think?” Milo snaps, their identical sets of stormy eyes more effectively pinning me against the car than their bodies. I shake my head, mostly at myself, before leaning forward. Resting my forehead on their shoulders as their chests fall and inflate rapidly. Their emotions smothering me through the bond, like I’m treading through wet cement.
Is this what you feel?
“I’m so sorry.” It’s the truth, I am sorry. I never wanted to scare them. They both kiss me again as the rain filters out. My shivering is the only thing that breaks them from taking turns with my mouth. I don’t object as Milo lifts me, carrying me inside. Tate’s finger slips down the length of my dangling arm. I turn my head to face him as his finger teases my palm, making me turn it upwards for him. He wraps his pointer around mine, staying close as we ascend the stairs. My guilt only furthering when I see chaos on the inside of the house.
How could you ever think I would leave you?
I bite into my bottom lip as I glance inside my room. It looks like a bull tunneled through it. The door hangs haphazardly from the hinges, clothes and items strung around the floor littered with drywall. As soon as we reach Milo’s bathroom I’m sat on the counter, never without one set of hands caressing me, holding me with such possessiveness and love it makes my heart clench. The smell of rose oil and chamomile wafts through the room as hot water fills the large ivory tub set off to the side. Centered between two large windows, giving an unobstructed view of the smog filled woods that line the property. Tate leans his forehead against mine as Milo heads out of the room in search of clothes. I reach up, lightly cupping his face in my hands. His uncharacteristically prickly jawline tickling my palms. “I love you.”
The side of his mouth tries to turn up, faltering before you can truly call it a smile, “I love you Kitten.” He picks me up, letting my legs tightly around his waist as his hardened length presses into my core. Milo’s heavy footsteps trail back in as he runs his fingers down my spine before gently undoing the corset ties on the back of my dress. Tate never sits me down as I lift my arms, allowing his brother to pull the dress off me. The heavy soaked fabric pulling my hair up as it goes making it fall haphazardly across my face. Milo runs his fingers lightly around my neck before gathering my hair, moving it out of my way. Lingering long enough to run his fingers through a few more times. A whine leaves my throat as I’m pulled from Tate’s warm arms. Milo’s fingers quickly hooking in my lacey lilac colored underwear as he tugs them down my legs. Letting his fingers tease my outer thighs as he goes, planting kisses on my lower back. A shiver runs through me as my teeth chatter. Milo half smirks, “Cold baby?”
I purse my lips, giving him a pointed look before catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My neck and upper shoulders look like a battlefield, littered with teeth marks, dark purple hickeys and reddened raised skin. My almond azure eyes glow as a pinkish shade fills my cheeks. Milo’s eyes meet mine in the mirror as Tate works off his sweater.
“Beautiful, even if you are a fucking brat.” He murmurs, running his lips over the marks before gripping my neck tightly and leaning into my ear so close his lips caress my lobe. “All ours.”
“I love you too, Milo.” I whisper back to him. I’m rewarded when he flashes me that rare smile that makes my heart skip a beat. He lightly sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, trying to hide his smile from me.
It never works.
The room falls back into silence as he picks me up, lowering me gently into the warm water. I resist the urge to ask them to turn on my music. Bubbles tickle and surround me as he pulls his arms out, his already soaked sleeves lined with suds now that drip heavily to the floor. Tate grabs the pitcher and my soaps from the shower as Milo rests his elbow on the edge of the tub. Gazing at me, his stormy gray eyes lightening with adoration. I hum quietly to myself as they wash me. The warm water heating my chilled bones as I sink lower. Closing my eyes while Milo works the tangles from my hair. Tate gently washes my legs, starting in small circles, allowing his fingers to linger longer than necessary on my inner thigh. I arch my back, wanting his touch on my tightening core. I open one eye, peeking out at him when it never comes. He smirks as he continues washing me. They know what I want, but this isn’t about me, this is for them.
It took a bit to get used to the way they care for me, treating me like a child at times. Dressing me, washing and feeding me. The way Harbingers always have with their gifts. To receive something, someone to love you unconditionally despite the sacrifice you were born to make, is profound. Profound in a way I’ll never be able to understand. Milo drifts towards the head of the tub, reaching in to unplug the drain before I quickly catch his hand. Part of me always surprised by my newfound speed and strength.
