Page 41 of Knot Your Basic B*tch

I rang the doorbell and braced myself. I wouldnotmake a face if Brutus turned up and had a weird birthmark, or six fingers or something. For Sabien and Kain’s sake, I was going to be open-minded about this.

No one opened the door. Instead, a harsh buzzer sounded and then the door clicked open. A low voice from an intercom, partially hidden behind the mail slot stated, “Come to the room at the top of the stairs.”

…Brutus wasn’t even going to welcome me in?

What was up with this guy?

The front door opened up to the now familiar view oftheir sleek, modern living room—not quite the gross stereotypical bachelor pad. No, their room held an enormous television. Though their sofa was black leather, it looked buttery soft. Beneath the pedestal coffee table was a rug that was a pristine white—the kind I’d never seen growing up because it would last approximately four minutes in my house before getting ketchup or yogurt stains. It was the kind of room that looked like it was selected by someone who knew something about interior design.

Come to think of it, this wasn’t the type of living space I’d expected from the twins at all. Sabien would be more than happy to lounge on extra large bean bags and call it a day. Kain let himself get too stressed out with his responsibilities to have the mental energy to pick out beautiful furniture.

Was Brutus responsible for all this?

I walked up the grand staircase to the first room and swallowed nervously, before bracing myself. I mean, it was just a guy. Alphas were a dime a dozen, and nothing to get worked up about. Why should I let myself get freaked out by some man who probably couldn’t even manage to put his laundry in the basket? Even if hewasso damn mysterious.

Something told me that Brutus wasn’t the type to leave his socks lying everywhere. No. There was something more to him.

As I stood there contemplating theoretical laundry, the door wrenched open.

I craned my head up to take him in—this alpha towered over me, and my jaw dropped.

Fuck he was fucking sexy.

Dark. Tall.Perfection.

Brutus had a raw sexual energy like nothing I’d ever seen before. He was magnetizing, drawing me in. He was a bear of a man. The diesel version. Broad chested, and big everywhere. Thick biceps. Brutus wore his shirt unbuttoned, revealing chest hair sprinkled across firm pectoral muscles.

What does that feel like? Is it coarse? Or silky smooth?

All I wanted was to run my hands all the way down his chest.

There was something rugged and wild in him, like I was staring at a beast in a man’s body. It was as if someone had taken the power of a tsunami or a hurricane, and crammed it into a human package named Brutus.

I could feel the weight of Brutus’ attention on me. He looked up and down my body. Slowly, dragging his eyes across every inch of me, along my thighs, brushing across my chest, staring into my eyes. His expression was so heated and intimate he might as well have ripped my clothing off with his gaze.

He smirked as if he liked what he saw.

Boy, that little curve of his lip heated me up inside. Something in my lower belly clenched in anticipation.

Brutus had definitely noticed the way I was looking at his body. That I wasstilllooking at his body.

He approached me with slow measured steps, his eyes on mine the entire time. As he came closer, his subtle scent wafted close. Sweet and floral. Light, but mouth watering, and drawing me in. He smelled like a banana.

Of course, his scent would be something shaped like a phallus—this alpha reeked of big dick energy.

“Baby, if you want to feel me, you don’t need to ask.” He grabbed one of my hands in his much larger grasp and pulled it against his chest. His very hard, very broad chest.

There wasn’t an inch of give or softness to be found. The planes of his chest were nothing but a firm expanse of sculpted muscle.

I stroked along the fine hairs across his chest, and they were baby soft and springy against my fingertips. I rested my palm flat against his warm chest, not wanting to move away.

Brutus used one finger to tip up my chin, so I was staring straight into the heat of his dark eyes.

“Do you want to kiss me?” His voice was a purr.

My lips parted open, and my brain went blank, making an unhelpful BRrrRrrRRRRRRrrhhhhhhhh noise, like stupid static.

Uh. Yes.