Mated To My Four Step Brothers
Sabastian quickly changed into shorts while I rubbed my sore throat, still feeling the impact of his thick, hard dick.
"She's my mate too," Sabastian replies calmly, trying to diffuse the situation. In one smooth motion, he removes a cigarette from his pocket, lights it, and begins smoking, the smell of tobacco filling the air.
I stand up, my legs feeling unsteady like jelly, and I clutch the towel tightly around me as I make my way towards them both. Gabriel's eyes bore into Sabastian's, as if trying to read his thoughts. My heart is pounding as I wonder what's going on. I can't bear the thought of them fighting.