Luka"Lenox, you goddamn animal, you've gone too far!" I scream at the top of my lungs, ready to attack my younger brother, but Lazarus holds me back. "Let go of me; I'll show this little shit what happens to those who cross every fucking line!"I'm raging, I know, and I'm all in for letting go of every rational thought my mind might produce. Fuck sane, to hell with calm and orevuar self-control. I refuse to think of anything but the vile things I'd have to do to my own brother just to get his mind to the right place.Apparently, Lazarus doesn't share the same opinion since his grip on me tightens as Lenox hops towards us like the fucking Easter Bunny. The huge grin on his lips makes the situation even worse. "Luka, hold yourself together; Lenox said he had a gift for us, and this must be it. We don't know who the person he's bringing in is; for fuck's sake, calm down!" Lazarus forces the words through gritted teeth. Why the hell would he be angry with me but not Lenox? It's not li
Lenox povThe look on their faces. Man, it's priceless. If I had known that all I had to do to get this reaction from my brothers was to say a few things instead of doing them- I'd have done that ages ago.So much for actions over words, right?"I never thought I'd say this, but Lenox, you're sick beyond all limits known to mankind. What the actual fuck? Seriously, what kind of demons live inside your mind?" Luka speaks; a look of disbelief won't leave his face as Lazarus holds him back.Honestly, I don't think Laz needs to hold Luka- I have a hammer and a knife, oh and a guy under my foot, but what does Luka have? That's right- nothing. Hashtag winning. "Maybe my demons are high," I shrug. The beauty of conversations is that I can choose which questions to answer and which to ignore. Besides, I don't owe my brothers explanations about shit I like to do, just as I don't ask them personal questions. You don't see me standing here asking Luka anything about his sick love of books.
Sarah povPain. Red, hot, burning pain. If I had known that the heat would worsen if I did anything with someone shortly before it started, I'd never have agreed to sleep with Lazarus. I don't regret what we did, but I hate the effect it had on the heat. It's never been this bad. Every year, I managed to escape the territory and hide; up to this day, no one has ever found me in a situation as messed up as such. My body never excreted such intense pheromones. The scent is so strong that even I can feel it- while my mind is fighting against the effect, my body's busy inviting men to come close.I can thank Lazarus for the ice bath, but I doubt it'll help for a long time. Even now, with most of my burning skin soaked in the ice water, I can feel beads of sweat running down my face and neck. I take a few deep breaths and wash my face, forcing myself to get a grip. I have to focus and fight the stupid heat before I lose my mind. There's no one out there to help me. Or there are a few
Luka povShe is stunning. Breathtaking. Gorgeous above and beyond what I thought a gorgeous woman could be. A perfection. I want to worship her body, blow her mind and take her to heights she has never seen before. Although I'm sure she likes more aggressive, dominant men than me, I want to prove to Sarah that sex can also be gentle, slow and pleasurable. Making love to someone is another level of emotions, feelings and sensations. My breath catches as I bring my hand on her thigh, and a loud, needy moan escapes her lips. Sarah's skin is flushed, but the water droplets covering her make her look like a real-life fantasy. "A perfection," I mutter under my breath and drop to my knees in front of her. Sarah's gaze follows my movements as I lean closer and run my tongue over the remaining water droplets covering her thigh. Her body trembles, and a loud moan escapes her lips."Tell me if I'm going too far," I raise my voice so that not a word escapes her. "Just don't stop," Sarah ga
Sarah povFirst of all, I never expected Luka to be the type to boss someone around. I was sure he was more of a missionary type of guy who loved gazing into their partners' eyes as they made love. So, to say that his command left me confused, surprised and speechless at the same time would be an understatement. Regardless of the initial shock, I follow his words and do just that while Luka watches me. I know he's watching me- my body may be burning because of the heat, but nothing burns as intensely as his gaze. "Spread your legs a little wider, baby," Luka says as I glance over my shoulder and see him reaching for a condom. I do as I'm told, and he immediately has more to add. "Lower your upper body a little so that your nipples touch the sheet, but don't lay your body on the mattress." Again, I follow his request without any objections. I'm sure he knows what he's doing and how he wants our experience to play out. Luka is silent; the only sound to be heard is our heavy breath
Lazarus povI am selfish. I really am, and I wish I could be like that now. But I can't.It doesn't matter how it makes me feel; I can't think about my needs and desires when Sarah is our top priority. Isn't that funny- how she appeared out of nowhere and swept us all off our feet? I'm not sure how Luka met her and what made him get Sarah that cabin, but I'm so glad he did because all I had to do was watch her enter that pub, and the rest is history. All I can say is that she took my breath away, over and over again, as if every encounter was the first time. On a funny note, my father once got so drunk that he told me why he became a part-time cop in the first place. That story may have influenced me because I jumped into the idea headfirst and joined the forces the next day. I should tell him that I followed his example and possibly did the same darn thing he did. Well, I didn't go that far, but it was an achievement close enough to deserve a little praise. The joy that boils
Angus povThey are sick- all three of them. At first, I thought that only the one they called Lenox was the twisted one, but boy, was I fucking wrong. The third one has disappeared, and frankly, I'm kind of glad about that. The guy seems to be the only one left with a clear mind when it comes to his so-called brother's crimes, but I have a feeling he's just as bad as those two. For example, while I'm bleeding, the men sitting on the bed only seem to care about the damn carpet. Sure, it doesn't matter that the blood is mine, and I'm in actual damn pain because of this psychopath, does it? Not that any of them care. First, he had to interfere when I finally found the brat. Then, he goes out of his way to track me down in the forest, and last but not least, the maniac gets into our territory and kidnaps me from the hospital. At this point, every suspicion I had about that crackpot starts making sense. He has no self-control or real human emotions to understand that something he's do
Sarah povThe biggest proof that cats and dogs come from different planets is the fact that Luka finds it easy to get out of bed as soon as I mention that I'm thirsty and leave the room butt naked. He doesn't care if anyone sees him do it. As far as I know, only Lazarus and Lenox are in this house with us, but every cat I know, including myself, wouldn't feel so comfortable being naked, especially not around their siblings. We, cats, don't toss our clothes everywhere we shift, so spending time around nude pack members isn't our thing. I've heard a few stories about wolves, and they seem to do all the things we avoid. But now that I'm lying on the bed staring at the ceiling, I can have a moment to myself, that might end in tears. Finally, there's no more pain. I know the feeling won't last for long. In a few hours, my body will heat up, and the pain will return, but the next heat wave is a problem for later. All these years, I escaped the heat and all the accompanying symptoms wo