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If I had met the twins somewhere else with someone else, I would have been able to run into their arms and cry out with joy at seeing their faces. That’s what the beating in my heart wanted me to do.

Instead, I stood my ground, forcing my feet to stay in place and my expression to give nothing away.

My gaze focused on their faces as they approached. They looked as weary as Zane and Adam had. It hurt me to know my disappearance had affected them so, and yet another part of me was happy.

Happy to know that I meant as much to them as they did to me.

Luke had always been the more expressive of the two of them. The moment he realized who was standing before him, his face broke out into a wide smile as relief filled his eyes. His footsteps quickened as he raced toward me, his white and gold lined jacket flapping in the wind behind him.

Blake approached me slower. His face to others would have been indifferent, but I could see the change. The slight widening of his exposed eye. The tick of his lip before it smashed back into a flat line. He did not run to me, and yet his pace was faster than it had been before.

“Izzy,” Luke cried out with glee. “Look who you found! Such a good hellhound, you are.” He scratched the back of Izzy’s horns before looking at me. His body tensed before he reached out a hand for me. “Eva.”

“Luke.” I nodded, not taking his hand. He dropped it with a frown. I met the one visible golden eye of his brother. “Blake.”

“What are you doing out here?” Surprisingly, this came from Blake and not Luke, the one usually so quick to make his thoughts known.

I shot a look between the two of them and then down to Izzy, who panted and wagged his tail with unbound happiness. Did I tell them the truth? Or did I lie? What could I trust them with?

Luke had given me no reason not to trust him, while Blake was a grumpy man who had more secrets than most. He also seemed very good at keeping them. Would he keep mine?

“Training.” It was the truth and a simple answer that gave away nothing they could use against me.

Luke cocked his head to the side. “Training? For what? Why?”

I grinned. “Why do you think?”

Letting out a long breath, Luke shook his head, dragging a hand through his pale hair. “What happened at the party wasn’t your fault.”

My fingers curled into fists at my sides. “It was. If I had control over the queen, it wouldn’t have happened, and Master Tuck would still be here.”

Blake snorted. “No one weeps for that vicious idiot. You did the world a favor.”

I shot him a glare. “He might have been a vicious idiot, but that didn’t give me the right to kill him.”

“Eva,” Luke said my name low like a lover would in bed his hands reach for mine. This time, I let him take them. “Both of us know what it's like to have a power you cannot control. You’re not alone in this. Please let us help you.”

His fingers stroked mine and, when I didn’t pull away, he drew me to him, wrapping me in his embrace.

For just a moment, I let myself sink into his warmth, breathing in the scent of him, all medicinal herbs and sweet citrus. I wanted to accept his offer. With everything that was in me, I wanted to go back with them and let them help me, but I couldn’t.

They weren’t safe until I could keep my powers and the queen under control.

I drew back from Luke, my mouth open to tell him so when a warmth pressed to my side. I blinked up at Blake as he cupped my chin in his hand.

“Please.” His words were so quiet I almost didn’t hear them. The usual bite in his voice had softened until it was almost a plea. “Please don’t go.”

My eyes locked with his gaze, the wind blowing his dark hair away from his face giving me a full view of his one gold eye and one purple one, the scar slashed across that eye prominent in the sun’s gaze.

The emotion there in those eyes was so strong that it made my knees weak. Had Luke not been holding me, I would have crumbled to the ground.

“Please,” Luke echoed his brother. His fingers tracing my lower lip, his lashes lowering until his golden eyes were almost gone. Luke’s head dipped down, brushing his lips against mine.

When I didn’t push him away, he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping into mine stroking and intertwining with mine.

Blake’s other hand stroked through my hair, trailing down my back and to my waist. The hand on my chin tugged my mouth away from Luke’s, and his mouth replaced it.

I jerked away from him in surprise, licking my lips before taking his lips with my own. One of my arms released Luke and wrapped around Blake’s neck, tangling my fingers into his hair as I kissed him, a hungry need swelling inside of me.

Hot kisses rained down the side of my neck, Luke’s mouth nipping and biting at my flesh while I kissed his brother. The hand on my waist slid up my stomach and cupped my breast, palming and squeezing it until I moaned.

I pressed myself against them, wanting and wanting until my body burned with need.

Izzy whined at my feet.

Blake broke the kiss. “Go hunt, Izzy.”

I barely heard the hellhound's yip of delight before Luke captured my mouth once more, grinding his hips against me so I could feel how much he wanted me against my side.

The fingers stroking my hair slid down my back, hesitant fingers brushed against the swell of my backside before grasping it fully with his hand.

“Do you want us to stop?” Blake murmured against the side of my neck, the hand gripping my back side pressing him against me. The hard and long length of him burned into my side, making my body quake with desire.

“No,” I breathed against Luke’s mouth. “No, don’t stop.”

My finger found their way underneath the neck of Luke’s and Blake’s jacket and shirt. The heat of their muscles beneath my fingertips emboldened me. I pulled my mouth from Luke’s and crashed them against Blake, my hands tugging and pulling at their clothing.

Someone found the ties of my dress and loosened it until it hung on my shoulders.

Pulling back from Blake’s mouth, I let them take the straps of my gown and drag it down my shoulders until my dress fell and pooled at my feet. Blake shrugged out of his jacket and laid it down on the ground, spreading it out.

I shoved the jacket off of Luke’s shoulders, my fingers fumbling over the buttons in my hurry to disrobe him.

Luke chuckled darkly. “Here let me.”

Blake took my hand and led me over to his jacket, lowering me to the ground.

I laid on the jacket, propped up on my elbows, my eyes devouring the sight of them. With each inch of skin exposed, I ached, pressing my thighs together.

Briefly, I remembered Rebecca passed out cold a few feet away. A part of me knew we should stop, that this wasn’t the time or the place, and yet the thought of her catching us emboldened me.

“What is it?” Luke asked, his hands stopping at the waist of his pants as his eyes followed my gaze.

“Nothing.” I shook my head, my lips lifting slightly. “Take it off.”

Luke smirked and kept eye contact with me as he tugged on the last few buttons of his pants, shoving them and his boots off in one go.

Blake followed, leaving them both completely exposed to my greedy gaze.

They knelt on the ground and crawled across the ground until they laid on either side of me. I didn’t know if I’d ever had a man crawl to me let alone two but I knew it now it was my favorite sight in the entire world.

Their builds were both slender yet different, their muscles bulging with each move they took toward me. My eyes dipped between low, my face heating at their lengths hard and long, standing proud and ready for me.

I wanted them. Both of them. Except I wasn’t sure if I could handle both of them at once.

Still, I was more than willing to try.