Chapter 4 4
POV LOIS
“But only yours! I didn’t think mine would be included!”
“It’s the only way we’ll all fit, Lois. Look.” Ezequiel quickly joined the two mattresses to show me how much space they made. He brought the sheets and everything else over.
They began undressing, left only in their underwear.
I avoided looking at their well-built bodies—but the truth was I had already counted their abs on those perfectly sculpted torsos.
Just like in the restaurant, each one settled on one side, leaving the middle space for me. Arms crossed, I refused to get in. I grabbed my pajamas and changed in the bathroom. When I came out, the lights were off and I stood by the door, not knowing where I was going to sleep.
Minutes passed, and my legs grew tired of standing.
After a while, I heard a kind of soft snore or exhale. It sounded like they were already asleep.
I stepped carefully onto the bed and crawled to the middle, clutching the blankets that now covered me, then closed my eyes.
My pulse almost stopped when I felt two hands slip to each side of my waist.
“I’ve never slept with an Omega before.”
If I didn’t look at them, I couldn’t tell who spoke—but the bastards were awake!
“Me neither,” said the other brother.
And I had never slept with two Alphas—nor with one!
What had I gotten myself into?!
“I want a goodnight kiss.”
“I need one too.”
“You’re not children!”
“You’re older than us, Lois.”
“How old are you supposed to be?”
“We just turned nineteen. It’s our second year at the university.”
What nineteen-year-olds looked like that?!
“I know, we look twenty-two.”
“Shit. You’re really handsome.”
“You said that out loud.”
Shit!
“I’ll give you a kiss and then you’ll sleep.” I turned toward the one on the right, but there wasn’t much coordination and my lips landed right on his mouth. Or maybe he coordinated things so they would land there. Now I could tell it was Emmanuel—the one with the wandering hands, whom I could also call the one with the wandering lips. Though that last nickname wasn’t as good; I’d stick to the first one.
“It was on the lips, right?” Ezequiel asked. “In that case, I need one too.”
“I-It was an accident,” I explained.
“Well, I want one too.”
“Fine—just a little peck!” I leaned closer slowly. My lips hesitated. The other’s hands reached for my waist, moving toward my backside.
Wait… I think the first one really was Ezequiel!
So the accidental kiss might have been real—and this one was Emmanuel.
Damn it!
His lips claimed mine, leaving them wet. He wrapped me in a kiss so deep my lips answered instantly—because of its intensity, the taste of them, the heat of both of them, my own boldness.
It was too much.
I collapsed back onto my pillow almost panting, having just received my first real kiss. Another set of lips attacked me and I answered again, feeling a pressure building between my thighs.
Several hands touched me, turning the whole situation into something shameless, because my lips were letting out very indecent sounds. And damn it—I loved it far too much.
What was I doing?
I was sinking deeper and deeper into this game. And now I didn’t want to stop.
“I need to know who’s who,” I begged between gasps, hotter than the sun.
“I’m Ezequiel,” said the one on the right—just as I suspected.
“And I’m Emmanuel. Can we continue?”
“You may continue,” I granted, immediately swallowed up by the two of them.
Two Alphas for me?
This was insane!
Sweat began traveling down my body, and I could already tell them apart by taste, by their hands, by their way of kissing. The twins weren’t identical in everything.
The taste of their lips was delicious, but their hands were magic on my body—firm, demanding—and neither of them fought over any part of me.
They knew how to share.
“Lois…” I didn’t know who spoke now, because we had moved all over the bed and they had probably swapped positions already. “Who do you want to be with?”
“You have to choose.”
“Why?” I asked, desperate for them to continue. We didn’t need to talk. “Why do I have to choose?”
“Do you want to be with both?”
I slid my hands toward each of their members, wrapping my fingers around them.
That was my answer.
Between tastes and sweat, things escalated very quickly from there.