Page 46 of Their Scarred Mate
Chapter Twenty-Five
Jon’s words weighedheavily on her mind, and for the first time she felt uncomfortable.Not around them, not with them ...but just generally off, as if Jon had planted some seeds of doubt.And the twins had noticed, because something felt ...wrong.
They were acting weird.They had invited her to dinner, but truth be told, she wasn’t comfortable being seen in the city with them.Not because of them, but what would people think if they saw her flirting with two brothers?Flirting, kissing...Her mother had a name for it and it wasn’t pretty.
And she had yet to reach a conclusion about her own feelings.It wasn’t fair for any of them if they continued in this ...whatever the hell it was.They weren’t dating—or were they?Was their relationship even a normal one?They had yet to go all the way, but she had no doubts they wanted her.The physical part was clear; they wanted her and never lost one occasion to prove it to her.Whether surrounded by people or alone, they didn’t hesitate to kiss, flirt, and care for her as if they could never get enough of her.They touched her, brought her to orgasm over and over again, their mouths and hands always on her, pleasuring her until she thought she would lose her mind...But they had never completed the act.They had never once taken their cocks out and entered her.
And as for Tanya, Tara, and Evelyn ...she seriously doubted they didn’t know.
Hell, they knew and didn’t seem to care.Or think less of her for being with both brothers at the same time.
“I can hear you thinking,” said Declan, quietly.
“Share, baby girl.With words,” added Ciaran, pausing what he was doing.The way they both stopped whatever they were doing and focused their attention on her with equally rigid postures never ceased to amaze her.They were separate people, breathing and acting like one.
“I don’t...I don’t know where to start...”
“Try from the beginning.That’s usually a good place.”
“I don’t...God, this is awkward...”she whispered, hiding her face in her hands, ashamed.
Gently covering her hands with his, Declan embraced her, while Ciaran placed his hands on her waist and pulled her closer.In their arms, it was easy to forget what she was going to say, the judgment she thought she saw in the eyes of the people on the street.But it was there, in the back of her mind, and she needed to speak before her courage eluded her.
“I don’t know ...what is this?”
“What is what?”
“I’ve had...I...with Ciaran...”
“I know,” said Declan, perfectly calm.“And with me as well.”He smiled briefly.“I was there, remember?”
“But you...Don’t you care?This is...”
“Awkward?”
“Well, yes ...that ...and...”
“Promiscuous?”
“I was going to say a slutty thing to do, but...”
They both stood up so quickly it was as if they had been catapulted off the sofa.Ciaran had a furious look on his face, but it was Declan’s deadly air that frightened her the most.
“Who said that to you?”
“Well ...nobody, but...”
“Someone must have told you something!”Declan shouted, and how on earth was it possible for someone to shout through clenched teeth?
“It’s me, okay?I don’t know what I’m doing!”she yelled, and then opened her eyes wide in astonishment.The voice in her head was her own.Only hers.She’d let prejudice enter her mind because...
Ciaran opened his mouth to answer, but then a loud howling filled the air.Outside, several howls cut the night, and she opened her eyes wide, beginning to hyperventilate.
Ciaran’s eyes started changing from blue to yellow and Freya saw.
