“Granted,” Rhys growled as a tick slowly pulsed in his cheek. His dark blue eyes never left mine, not even when his mouth curved into a dark smile. “Cole, meet Elizabeth’s daughter, Remi Silversmith.”
“Elizabeth’s dead, we buried her corpse after we burned them in their home,” Cole said coldly, sending a chill racing down my spine as unease entered my mind. “She can’t be a Silversmith. The coloring is all wrong. Move, asshole,” he ordered, grabbing me and yanking me toward him.
I lifted my hand and shoved Cole back, watching as his mouth curved in a smile that caused my knees to grow weak. He grabbed my wrist, and I moaned, whimpering as the room changed, and both brothers boxed me in, kissing me while hands caressed me. It felt like I’d stepped on a livewire sending waves of need rushing through me.
Their lips caressed my skin, and I moaned, grinding my body against them. Rhys cupped my breasts from behind as Cole suckled one into his mouth, his hand sliding down my naked flesh. My clothes vanished, leaving me with two very virile, very naked men who were kissing and stroking me until my entire body literally ached with pleasure.
“Tell me your secrets, and I’ll bring you to heaven with so much pleasure you’ll never wish to leave my cock, little girl,” Cole growled hungrily.
“Enough, Cole,” Rhys warned harshly, yanking me toward him and out of the illusion Cole had woven. “You’re here under sanctuary, brother. Tread very carefully from this point forward.”
“She hasn’t chosen a side yet, has she? That makes her fair game, and she did just murder the little half-breed witch I owned.”
“A witch who held a lot less power than Remi does. She is a Silversmith by blood. That much you can’t argue. You saw it as clearly as I did tonight. She had every right to give orders, and those orders weren’t followed. So Remi took her life.”
“If she were a fucking alpha, brother, then that would be true,” Cole snorted, stepping closer, lifting his hand to cradle my cheek. He studied my face carefully through narrowing eyes, running his thumb over my full bottom lip. “She’s a little too wild for your uptight ass to handle, anyway. She’s got a dark side, and I want to play with it. Care to join me, brother?”
“Remi remains here until she decides which side she wants. She is an alpha, and you know it. Regardless of house status, that stands. Your half-breed should have listened to her, and she wouldn’t be dead right now.”
I was getting whiplash from their conversation, yet I hadn’t looked away from Cole, who was smiling. He screamed King of Wickedness, right down to the tattoos that sat on his face. His power wasn’t muted, it continued to pulse like a steady beat through the room, even though it wasn’t directed at me since he’d let me go.
“You like what you see, pretty one?”
“Undecided,” I admitted.
Who the hell looked like sex incarnate while rocking face tattoos? They weren’t supposed to be sexy, but on Cole, they were. His head canted to the side, and the smile that played on his mouth promised pleasure. Shit, everything about both men screamed sex god in pretty packages. Nyx would be in heaven!
“You need help deciding?” Cole asked, slowly stepping closer until I was between the brothers. His hands lifted to my shoulders, while Rhys continued to hold my waist. “You remember the last Silversmith we took together, Rhys?” Cole continued, lowering his lips to my throat while slowly nipping against the racing pulse.
“I’m not interested in sharing anything with you, Cole. I don’t think she is interested in being shared, either. Are you, Love?” Rhys asked, his nose slowly rubbing against my ear as their bodies’ heat pushed against mine.
My heart pounded relentlessly against my chest. Cole leaned closer, brushing his lips against mine as he smiled. The hands on my hips held me tightly, brushing thumbs over my flesh to reassure me, while Cole claimed my mouth softly, slowly seducing my senses. I moaned as images flashed through my mind. Cole had me seated on his lap, while Rhys sat between my legs, devouring me. Cole held my thighs open, allowing Rhys to stroke his tongue hungrily through my apex’s arousal. I watched with a hooded gaze as Cole’s fingers began running in a circular pattern against my clit. Rhys’s fingers entered my body, filling me until I was bucking against them,