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Sin sniffed. “The scent of your wet pussy could attest that you’re a fucking liar.”

“No,” I argued.

Saint shot back, “Yes.”

“No, I’m not—” Sin tucked a hand down the front of my jeans, and over my panties. “Okay. Okay. I’m sorry.”

“Mm…” Sin groaned as the tip of his nose brushed up against my forehead and he pulled his hand out of my pants. “Wet. Just like I remember.”

Sin sniffed his fingers. He lifted the scent of my slick arousal to Saint, letting him take a whiff, and their pleased moans made me shiver. Tiny puffs ofair escaped my parted lips, and Sin caught my eye with his.

“Good slut, sweetheart.” Swiftly, Sin slapped my pussy through the fabric of my jeans and the friction made me whimper. “Don’t ever try to fool us again.”

“Okay,” I whispered.

Sin licked his fingers, and he let go of me. Saint followed his best friend’s lead, but he intertwined his fingers with mine, and he turned the palm of my hand up toward him. He placed a gentle kiss right in the middle that sent a rush through me.

“Come on…” Saint pulled on my hand and locked eyes with me. “We’ve been dying to reveal your surprise.”

Forty-Nine

Their Universe

Liv

Icouldn’t deny the predators who had saved me when all hope was almost gone. Hell, I couldn’t even reject the men I had grown to love. Through all their force, mischief, and mistreatment, I had let them in. They had promised me I’d give into them, and they were right. These fuckers knew me better than I knew myself, and they had noticed changes in me I never realized were possible. After Preston let his pit bull attack me, a transformation occurred in my brain; all the wires became tangled, resulting in a crippling fear of dogs.

Sin and Saint wouldn’t shut the fuck up about their damn revelation and what they had done for me. These unbearable men who had a tendency to be sweet, caring individuals had wanted to protect me and had gone to see atherapist. My phantoms, these men who had stalked me twenty-four seven, had seen a goddamn shrink. Forme.

Jesus fucking Christ!

My men blew me away.

Sin and Saint chatted about all they had learned from this Gen Z guy. I think Dr. Stevens was his name? He had explained to them I had… Wait…What was it called again?Some long ass word I couldn’t even pronounce.

Cynophobia. That racing heart and perspiration mixed with trouble breathing was all from my newest fear of dogs. Thankfully, I could overcome my anxiety bybeingaround the animals that had done this to me. I had to face the mutts head-on, and these men had brought me to an animal shelter to do it.

As soon as we strolled through the front door, I heard barking. Uncontrollably, my heart hammered and sweat gathered on my forehead. I wanted to run, not walk, right back out the way I had come. Dart as fast as possible in the opposite direction and not face my fear.

“It’s okay.” Saint caressed my cheek. “I’m right here.”

“So am I…” Sin touched my other cheek. “You’re not back there. You’re safe.”

I gave Sin and Saint a small smile and they grazed the backs of their hands with mine. Myphantoms’ contact gave me strength and certainty that I could stay. I had to if I wanted to move on.

Gradually, I’d come back to the refuge for animals once a week for as long as I needed. The rescue owner made a deal with Sin and Saint to guarantee the doors would be open for me. My men would be right by my side to ensure I was getting better. No matter what they had to do, their dedication to my health was their top priority, and that alone made my heart flip flop. Hell, my ticker did an entire cartwheel when Saint went over to a cat cage and the feline pawed at his nose. Sin grumbled something underneath his breath while Saint called him a dickhead, and I couldn’t help laughing. My giggle at their usual behavior made them gaze back at me with infectious grins that made me blush.

“The dogs are right this way,” a volunteer announced; her name tag readCindy.

The heat burning through me froze like a deep freeze in the middle of a hot summer’s day, and my entire body chilled, even though my palms were clammy. Sin went first. Saint locked eyes with me and took my hand while his thumb gently caressed me. He gave me the will to step one foot in front of the other toward the animals that had changed my life.

The crates lined up one after another, with not a single enclosure empty. There were dogs of all shapes and sizes. Different breeds, all with their own unique traits. Cindy talked to each one as she passed, and she knew every animal’s name. She gave them all attention, and they responded to her, but they all wanted more attention.

Cautiously, I ambled beside Saint, who was closest to each cage, and gripped his hand until my knuckles were white. I couldn’t fucking hurt him. He was like a huge rhino, and I was a small bird latched onto him for dear life.

Cindy stopped.

“These cuties are next up on the list to eat,” Cindy explained and pointed at a group of dogs.