Page 833 of One More Kiss

Jenika

They were tryingto distract me. I knew it deep down inside of me.

Distract me from the fact they’d basically just told me I was their fated mate. It was something straight out of one of the books I read.

Two hot as fuck, Thor lookalikes who said they were the descendants of freaking Vikings.

Was I dreaming? I think I was actually dreaming.

Anders turned back to his desk and pulled out his iPad, along with a few stencils.

My mouth fell open once again as he turned the screen toward me. A burst of colors accented all of the elements I desired. Tears sprang to my eyes and I lifted a hand to cover my mouth.

It was everything I could ever want and more.

“Anders,” I croaked out, my throat suddenly closing up.

“So you like it?” He asked tentatively. A hint of vulnerability crept into the simple question.

“It’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” And I meant that to the bottom of my soul.

He’d taken the picture I’d sent him of my arm, and added all of the various elements I requested, added in brilliant colors and made the most amazing sleeve I’d ever seen in my life.

“Damn, Anders, that may be your best work yet.” Rhys let out a low whistle as he peered over my shoulder at the iPad.

My arm reached out and I traced my fingertips along the image on the screen. “I don’t know if my body is good enough to have that ink.”

The air left the room as the twins looked up at me. “That’s not true,” Anders muttered.

At the same time Rhys growled, “Don't talk about yourself that way.”

Okay. The alpha man mojo should totally scare the shit out of me, but it had the opposite effect. Especially with these two. Something about them made me feel so comfortable. Like they would go to the ends of the Earth to protect me.

My cheeks flooded with color and my mouth opened and closed as I fought for the words to come out. Nope. Utterly dumbfounded and wrapped up in their crazy twin mojo.

I was in way over my head here.

“Breathe,” Rhys said softly as he tucked a wayward strand of hair behind my ear. His fingertips brushed over my cheek in the barest of caresses.

As I stared into his haunting eyes, I felt as if I could see straight through to his soul. It consumed me. Overwhelmed me as he pulled me further into his world.

“Rhys,” Anders snapped, breaking the spell and I blinked rapidly.

My eyes connected with Anders’ and just like with Rhys, I fell into his gaze.

“What is it about your eyes?” I remarked absently.

Anders startled at the confession. “What do you mean?”

Shit. I hadn’t meant to say that out loud. “Uh,” I stammered, searching for my voice. “Both of you, it’s like I can see straight through to your soul when I look into your eyes.”

A smile spread over Rhys’ perfect lips. “We feel the same way about you. Those steel blues are like the window to everything I’ve ever wanted and more.”

I arched a brow at his use of ‘we.’ Then I thought about the rest of what he said. But not, I had to have misheard him. “You can speak for Anders?”

“Yes,” they answered in unison, making a shiver of desire run through my body. What else could they do in unison? Or in tandem?

“Twin mojo is strange.” I rubbed my temple as I fought back the migraine forming, trying to ignore the myriad of dirty images floating through my head.

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