Twin Mates for The Alpha
Both men unfolded themselves from their seated positions and began to approach me, it seemed as if time had stood still, and all of this was happening in slow motion.
The one I knew to be Zach, the Alpha, moved with the lithe grace of a dominant predator. He was built for speed and agility, slender and tall, with a face that was all angles and sharp lines. His slightly olive skin and tousled almost black hair only served to set off his honey-colored eyes, eyes that were trained on me. And oh lord, they did not have shirts on. Where were their shirts? Unable to tear my eyes away they tracked down Zach's body, appreciating his smooth chest, flat stomach, and his V-lines. Holy Christ on a crack
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