Page 112 of Twisted Ties

They both shake their heads. “Then–”

“You’re our core.”

“Core?”

“Like the spokes on a wheel. You are our core.”

I frown, confused. I have so many questions. Why have they never told me? What are we going to do about it? What it can all mean?

“Are you saying there could be more?” I say. “More fated mates?”

Stone chuckles. “Two not enough for you, Blackwaters?”

“No … I just …” I frown because this sensation, the one in my stomach, the one I now know is my bond, I’ve felt it with others, haven’t I? Not as strong, not as powerful, but I have felt it.

But then they’re both kissing me again, kissing me like I’m worthy of all their attention, and it feels so special, so different, to be worshiped instead of reviled. To be loved instead of ignored. Everything in my belly and between my legs hums. And I forget all about my doubts and my questions.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” someone says and I’m being lifted into strong arms, two pairs of mouths still on my skin, and carried through the small cabin and lowered onto an unmade bed that smells of Stone.

He lies down beside me, his gaze locked on my tits as Azlan undoes the buttons of my jeans and tugs them down my legs taking my panties with them.

Stone meets my eyes and then his gaze trails slowly down my body, so hot I can almost feel the heat of it on my skin. His eyes linger again at my chest, then meander over my belly, lower and lower until he’s staring at the place between my legs.

He glances up at me a second time, then lowers his head and kisses me tenderly, right between my legs, making my entire body shiver with desire.

“Take your clothes off, Phoenix,” Azlan says, already shedding his own at the end of the bed.

I lift my head to watch them both. The man in black is taller than his friend and darker, his skin marked only by a handful of stubborn scars. In contrast inks criss cross Stone’s muscular frame, his hair and beard are the color of tree bark and his eyes light.

Maybe this is a dream? Maybe they are playing me,fooling me, tricking me with some kind of deceptive magic? Because how is it possible? How? How can I be the fated mate for these two men? Powerful, strong, beautiful.

“You’re all those things too, Rhi,” Stone says, hot gaze trailing down my body again and making me blush.

“Me?” I scoff.

“Haven’t you escaped the clutches of Renzo Barone twice now?” Azlan says.

“Twice?” Stone says, eyes flicking to his friend.

“Yesterday, at the house,” I confess.

“How did you–”

“Winnie used a displacement spell.”

Stone chuckles, shaking his head. “A displacement spell.”

He stalks towards the bed, shedding his boxers as I unhook my bra, and I get my first look at his cock. Long, thick, curved and pierced at the head with a silver ring.

I gasp and my already-racing heart beats that little bit faster, my pussy making a mess of his sheets already.

I roll up to meet him.

“Is that thing safe?” I ask him.

“My cock,” he says with a smirk. “I know I’m bigger than Azlan but–”

Azlan snorts.