Page 4 of Not a Pawn (Tales of the Dreggageggon #2)

Day One

Julian

I have been relegated to one of the spare bedrooms, Harlow using mine. I want to demand that I share my bed with her, but I know I cannot push too hard, too quickly, or she will make rash decisions. We need her to come to us.

Her smell permeates every corner of the house already even though she hasn’t been here for more than a few hours, and my erection hasn’t settled since I first laid eyes on her. The strength and defiance she wears like a cloak only make me want her more. And I know Sebastian is feeling exactly the same way.

“Where did the clothes come from?” she asks, ripping me from my thoughts.

“We purchased them for you.”

I take in what she has chosen to wear from the wardrobe full of clothes. Dark skinny jeans, a flowy crimson top, and black pumps. She stares at me for long moments, trying to see the motive behind our offer. She won’t see what is happening until it is too late.

“Which brother are you?”

It takes me a moment to remember that she wasn’t formally introduced to either of us.

“I am Julian. My brother is Sebastian,” I reply.

“Blue is Julian, brown is Sebastian,” she mumbles, and I can’t help but smile.

There are so many more differences between my brother and me but that is the most obvious. Once we have claimed her, we will show her just how different we can be.

“So, what do you need me to do?” She looks around our home office, assessing everything.

“Well,” I muse trying to think of anything except telling her to suck my dick. “How good are you at running a household? It seems our chef has quit, and we need another.”

I see the twinkle in her eye before she can disguise it. “I thought you needed a personal assistant?”

“This is a personal matter. And you will be assisting me.” The words leave my lips before I can think twice about my retort.

She opens her mouth before closing it again. She has something to say but she is holding back out of fear that I won’t approve or that she might anger me. I know the Elites and Alphas are not known to be patient, kind, or understanding. We are, however, known for taking what we want and not giving a shit about the fallout.

My brother and I are doing everything in our power to not behave as our stereotype would suggest and giving Harlow time to grow accustomed to us instead of forcing her into our inevitable mating. And it is most certainly inevitable.

“Speak, woman,” I command lowly. “You never have to fear that your words will get you in trouble in our home.”

She gives me a look of disbelief before she speaks. “I’m shit at admin or keeping any type of schedule. But I’m a great cook.”

“You would like to amend our agreement?”

“Yes.”

“On one condition,” I reply, a plan already formulating in my mind.

“Which is?” she asks cautiously.

“You will share every meal with us. If we eat your cooking, so will you.”

“I can’t,” she says softly. “I’m on a diet.”

I look closely at the woman before me, the mate I will eventually share with my brother. She is curvy in all the right places. Her ass fills out her jeans and I know the globes with cradle my cock perfectly once we get her between us. Her hips are wide, and her thighs are thick and juicy. And her breasts, Dear Goddess of the Moon, I can’t wait to get my hands on those. They are full and will nurture our young perfectly. I wonder if she will have fat nipples to tip the perfect orbs.

She is perfect. Her build will help her handle two dragon cocks at a time as well as our insatiable lust for her. And she will be able to bear our children without us having to fear for her health. A smaller woman would not be able to.

Stepping forward, I back her against the wall beside the door. I know I shouldn’t be doing this and Sebastian will kick my ass when he finds out, but I need to prove a point.

“You are perfect,” I murmur staring down at her, her breasts crushed against my chest. “No man wants a bony woman. You have curves that can bring any man to his knees.”

She stares up at me with her mouth hanging open. An image of my cock slipping between those perfect, plump lips has me fighting to control the urge to bend her over my mahogany desk. Instead, I step back, giving her some space.

“You can decide, little one. Either you eat with us for every meal or find us another chef.”

“Fine. Lunch is at one. We’ll be eating in the kitchen.”

****

Day Ten

Harlow

Let me set the record straight.

I fully intended to ignore my new bosses when I woke up for my first day of work, but something more is going on here and I can’t seem to figure it out. I am clearly not an employee in their home. They dote on me, fulfilling my every need. Either one or both are constantly near me, finding reasons for the simplest touches.

They also stare at me whenever we are in the same room. And not like they think I’ll run but like they may want me to stay. Or like they want to take a big-ass bite out of me.

I have caught Sebastian licking his lips while staring at my ass more than once, and Julian gets lost in the middle of a conversation once he focuses on my breasts. I want to say I am immune to the way they look and the way they smell because that isn’t fucking normal, but I am not.

Sebastian smells like a warm and toasty wood fire while Julian smells like fresh snow. The worst part is those are my two favorite things. Sitting in front of a roaring fire with a cup of cocoa after playing in the snow.

Now my hormones are running rampant through my body after being surrounded by them for ten days, and I want to see how far I can push them. The words Julian said to me that first day run through my mind on a constant loop and I wonder if I can bring him—them—to their knees. I have never imagined a man that looks like either of them would be interested in my thick ass but now that I know there may be a possibility, I can’t walk away without knowing for sure.

And that’s how I ended up here. Today I am going to try a little experiment. A little tease to see how they respond.

In the room I am using, in the bottom drawer of the closet, I find a white string bikini I can’t possibly imagine will ever cover anything important, but I try it on anyway. In the mirror, I stare at my reflection and my self-consciousness starts to creep in. My breasts are too big, the fabric shows too much side boob, and my thighs wear the slight silver stretch marks that don’t fade no matter what products I use.

I can’t do this. Turning away from the mirror, I start to rummage through the rest of the wardrobe for something that covers me up.

“Fuck.”

I swing around at the voice behind me to find Sebastian standing there, his gaze roaming over every inch of exposed skin.

“What are you doing in here?” I all but yell, trying to cover myself with my hands, but I fail miserably.

Sebastian licks his lips before walking into the closet and closing the door. The air is charged. I should scream, protest, yell at him to leave, but I am entranced, lost in his burning gaze.

“We are going to a meeting in town,” he says lowly. “Julian wants you to accompany us.”

“I’ll change.”

“Don’t move.” The command is clear, his voice lower than usual. “Julian said I need to wait but a man can only take so much.”

I am lifted off the ground and placed on the island in the center of the closet that could house a family of four in my old neighborhood. Sebastian’s hands remain on my hips, his large body cradled between my thighs.

How did I get here?

“Bas?” I ask in a breathy tone.

“I love that you call me that,” he mumbles, staring at my breasts. “Did you know this is see-through?” His fingertip dances across the fabric where my nipple is and a shudder rushes through me.

My reaction sets something off inside him. His head bows as he pushes the small triangle aside and sucks my nipple into his mouth.

“Shit!” I yell, feeling my pussy flood with arousal.

I’m not a virgin, not by a long shot, but I have never been this affected by a man. It’s like he knows exactly what I want, what would turn me on even more. My hands tangle in his long dark hair, ripping the band keeping it in place off and throwing it to the floor.

This isn’t right! my mind screams at me. I can’t just spread my legs for any man that pays me some attention. No matter how hot he is.

“Stop,” I beg. “This is wrong.”

“I don’t know if I can,” he breathes against my neck after releasing my nipple and grinding his erection against my thigh.

“Sebastian, let me down. Now,” I demand.

It takes him a moment, but he steps back, a pained look on his face as I slip from the counter and back away from him, fixing my top in the process.

“That was highly inappropriate,” I say, fiddling with the door handle behind my back so I can get the hell out of this confined space as he stalks closer.

The moment I exit the closet I know I am saved. Standing in the doorway to my room with his blue gaze glued to me is Julian.