As we pull to a stop, panic strikes through my veins.
What the fuck have you done, Lulu? Has living through the abuse of a fucked up cult not taught you to be more vigilant when it comes to the damn dangers of life?
It’s a universal rule to not take candy from strangers, not to go near white vans with no windows, and if you see a sign that says free puppies and kittens, run.
Well, I think ‘don’t get on the back of a hot tattooed man’s bike and let him drive you off into the middle of butt fuck nowhere’should be added to that list!
Listen, it’s all well and fine in books. I encourage it really; love me a hot, sexy, crazy man obsessed with the main female.
But this is real life.
And I willingly left with these Alphas when the facts are: my phone is dead, I have no idea where I am, and no one else I know does either.
“Lu?”
I didn’t even process that the bike stopped, we’ve parked, and he was now standing in front of me.
“Lu?” I blink up at him, the inner freak-out momentarily forgotten. “Never been called that before.”
He grins down at me, his wavy blond hair messy from the wind. “What do you like better? Little one, Darlin’, or Lu?”
“All three?” I answer, although it comes out more as a question.
He lets out one of those laughs that is the very damn reason I’ve been sucked into this situation. It’s like I forget about everything at the sound of his laugh, the sight of his smile, and the way that he smells.
The closer he gets, the faster my heart beats. “How about Lu when you're being a brat, Darlin’ when I’m feeling playful…” He pauses, trailing his fingers along my jaw and making me shiver before sliding them into the back of my hair. He grabs a fistful,getting a firm grip, and tugs my head back. The action is strong but not rough. Stepping forward, he brings his mouth so damn close to mine, I feel my brain fizz out and my thighs clench together. “And Little One for when I’m knot deep inside that pretty, perfect pussy of yours.”
Oh, he’s good. So fucking good. Too fucking good.Wait, what was I freaking out about before?
Fuck it. It doesn’t matter.
“Smooth, brother.” Brady’s chuckle sounds from behind me. “Now, how about you stop hogging the pretty little lady and give me a chance to woo her.”
“Woo me?” I mumble, blinking out of the haze. “And why would you want to do that?” I raise a brow. “Alphas who look like you have got to have pussy lining up.”
Lulu. Shut up. Just… fucking shut up.
They both snort, and yeah, they may or may not be twins, but they still got that freaky twin thing down pat.
“I’d be a liar if I said you were wrong. Because you're not. In the life we live, there are women around us all the time. Sweetbutts know what they want, and they do what they can to get it.” Brady steps closer, his hand reaching up to cup my cheek, keeping me facing him. “The thing is, little lady,” he murmurs. “We don’t want them. Haven’t had any interest in them for a while now, really.”
“Why?” the question comes out breathily.
The corner of his lip tips up as he searches my eyes. “Because we’ve been wanting to settle down. Find us an Omega to love and spoil.”
Damn it. Why do I like the sound of that so much?
“And none of the women at the club are what we’re looking for,” Gavin says. Somehow, I got boxed in by both brothers, causing me to breathe heavily as my head spins.
Now that I’m close enough to Brady, I know he’s not my scent match either. Another pang of disappointment hits me, but just like his brother, his rich leather and musk scent lights my body on fire.
“They’re not?” I feel like I’m hypnotised by the two of them.
“Nah,” Brady answers, my eyes flick back over to his.
“Then what are you looking for?”It seems I have no control over my mouth either.
“Would it be cheesy if we said you?” Gavin asks, my gaze darting back over to his.
