Chapter 3

Not sure what to call them, I instinctively clicked my tongue, the way you'd call a pet.

The one with white ears immediately set his phone aside and answered politely, "Master, my name is Eli."

The dark-skinned one ambled over at his own pace, clearly irritable. "What?"

Eli, ever gentle and considerate, explained for me, "Master, this is Morgan."

Eli and Morgan—names that suited them perfectly. One light, one dark. Even their personalities were complete opposites.

I nodded and introduced myself. "I'm Yvonne. This will be your home from now on."

The shop had mentioned a complimentary gift, so I asked, "What's the freebie?"

"You'll see!"

At that, Morgan scoffed and turned his head away, sulking.

Tch. Such a bad attitude.

I glanced back at Eli. Always cooperative, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the gift—the leash and collar I'd mentioned to the shop earlier.

Under my watchful gaze, Eli calmly fastened the slim white collar around his own neck. Then he handed me the other end of the leash. "Master."

His white ears twitched faintly, and the heart-shaped tip of his tail swayed hypnotically behind him. Truly… an incubus capable of ensnaring anyone.

I swallowed and gave the leash a tentative tug. "Want to go for a walk?"

"That's fine. I'll follow whatever Master wishes," Eli replied softly.

Morgan scoffed. "I don't want the collar—"

Five minutes later, I was holding a leash in each hand—white for Eli, pink for Morgan.

The pink against his sun-bronzed skin was oddly striking.

Morgan looked both humiliated and furious, grinding his teeth. Even though he'd willingly put the collar on himself, he acted as if the universe had gravely wronged him.

What a temper. Morgan was definitely going to need some serious training.

Taking two six-foot-plus incubi outside on leashes would've been… extremely eye-catching. "Let's just stay inside," I said. I had no desire to see myself splashed across tomorrow's gossip feeds.

After half an hour of indoor "walking," I finally loosened the leashes.

Eli looked puzzled, the tip of his tail curling around my leg. "Master, is it already over?"

Already?

I patted his head. "We'll play tomorrow. First, let's eat."

Eat well—and then warm my bed, I thought.

Eli's tea-colored eyes darkened slightly, though I couldn't quite read the emotion there. I turned toward the kitchen instead.

As I pulled ingredients from the fridge, it hit me—I wasn't alone anymore. Two freshly acquired, very large incubi were now living in my apartment.

I went to ask about their food preferences, only to find Eli had already taken off his shirt. His pale skin revealed lean, beautifully defined muscles.

I'd assumed his gentle personality meant a soft, delicate build. Apparently not.

Worse—he was urging Morgan to take his shirt off too.

Morgan stiffened, the curls in his hair bristling. "No way! I'm not performing for anyone! Taking your shirt off? Even dogs don't do that!"

I froze. "What… exactly are you two doing?"

At the sound of my voice, Morgan's defiance instantly faltered, though his tail snapped straight up behind him.

With a reluctant rip of fabric, he finally yanked his shirt off, voice tight with resentment. "Fine. Let's just get this over with."

Unlike Eli, Morgan's build was obvious even through clothing. Shirtless, his sculpted, bronze-toned body radiated raw, masculine power—every muscle sharp and solid.

Raw power… for what, exactly?

I was completely lost.

Eli asked softly, his voice melodic, "Master… aren't you going to feed us?"

"Oh. Right," I said. "Do you prefer tomato-and-egg scramble, or egg scramble with tomatoes?"