the bed beside her.
Wrapping
his arms around her, Cynthia snuggled in close.
“Come
on. She needs us,” Kris said.
Matt
put his cup on the floor then joined them on the bed. Together they wrapped
their arms around her. The electricity sparked between them. The jolt went
straight to Kris’s cock.
Shit,
when would he gain control around her?
Chapter
Twelve
Cynthia opened her eyes and saw
everything in black and white. Frowning, she stared to her left and then to her
right to see Matt and Kris waiting for her. Their arms were folded over their
large expanses of chest.
Heart pounding she stood before
them. They were wearing jeans with no shirts. Glancing down her body she wore a
sundress similar to the one she’d been wearing when Kris had let her know what
he wanted, only now her dress was white.
“You’re here,” Kris said.
The trees held no colour. Nothing
held any colour, only the shades of black or white.
“Where is here?” she asked,
confused.
The last thing she remembered was
being saved by Matt. Frank had been ready to strike the killing blow. He’d
stood over her body sneering at her. The beauty she’d possessed had come from
being an animal. She was no longer human. Running her hands down her sides she
felt a difference in her body.
The strength in her muscles made her
feel relief.
“I’m not dead, am I?”
They shook their heads. Matt
chuckled. “Do you really think we’d let you die?”
“It was just sex. I don’t know what
to expect.” She blinked, and then her men were standing in front of her.
“It wasn’t just sex,” Kris said. He
took her hand and pressed her palm against his chest. His heart beat rapidly
against her palm. “I love you, Cynthia. You’re the woman for me.”
Matt took her other hand and pressed
it against his own heart. “And I love you, too. You’re our woman, Cynthia. We’d
die to protect you.”
She shook her head at the thought of
losing them. “Don’t speak of death. I can’t bear it.”
They each kissed her knuckles. The
electricity jolting among them shocked her.
“You feel it as well,” Matt said.
“Do you feel our need to be together?”
Cynthia nodded unable to put words
to her thoughts. When she was with them she felt protected and safe.
“Then no more words of being only
sex. You’re far more than that, Cynthia, and you’ll continue to be our woman.”
Kris cupped her cheek, smiling. “I can’t believe it worked.”
“What worked?”
Someone cleared their throat. She
turned to see her mother and father standing and looking at her.
“Mom? Dad?” Letting
go of her men she ran to her parents. She’d not seen them in so long. What was
going on? They were dead.
Still, she ran to them and embraced them.
They held her tightly, and they appeared younger.
“Our darling
girl. I’m so
pleased to see you’re all right,” her mother said.
“What is going on?” she asked. “I
thought I wasn’t dead.”
“You’re not dead. We were told we’d
get one more chance to see you, and we took it. You look so beautiful. I know
this was how you were supposed to look.” Her mother cupped her face turning her
head this way and that.
“And we were promised to see our son.”
Another man came through the clearing. She stared at him and saw a resemblance
to Matt.
“Dad?”
The same happened for Kris.
“What is going on?” Matt asked after
the introductions were complete.
“Every mated pair gets the chance to
see their deceased family once again. I always knew you’d be something
different, Matt. You’d never settle to rule one pack. Your mating was foretold
to me the day you were born,” Matt’s father said.
“I don’t understand.” Matt looked at
her, then at Kris. She held his hand feeling strong for the first time in so
long. Smiling at her parents, she listened to what Matt’s father had to say.
“Our packs were always different. I
never felt any animosity for being so close to another pack. When
Wrapping
his arms around her, Cynthia snuggled in close.
“Come
on. She needs us,” Kris said.
Matt
put his cup on the floor then joined them on the bed. Together they wrapped
their arms around her. The electricity sparked between them. The jolt went
straight to Kris’s cock.
Shit,
when would he gain control around her?
Chapter
Twelve
Cynthia opened her eyes and saw
everything in black and white. Frowning, she stared to her left and then to her
right to see Matt and Kris waiting for her. Their arms were folded over their
large expanses of chest.
Heart pounding she stood before
them. They were wearing jeans with no shirts. Glancing down her body she wore a
sundress similar to the one she’d been wearing when Kris had let her know what
he wanted, only now her dress was white.
“You’re here,” Kris said.
The trees held no colour. Nothing
held any colour, only the shades of black or white.
“Where is here?” she asked,
confused.
The last thing she remembered was
being saved by Matt. Frank had been ready to strike the killing blow. He’d
stood over her body sneering at her. The beauty she’d possessed had come from
being an animal. She was no longer human. Running her hands down her sides she
felt a difference in her body.
The strength in her muscles made her
feel relief.
“I’m not dead, am I?”
They shook their heads. Matt
chuckled. “Do you really think we’d let you die?”
“It was just sex. I don’t know what
to expect.” She blinked, and then her men were standing in front of her.
“It wasn’t just sex,” Kris said. He
took her hand and pressed her palm against his chest. His heart beat rapidly
against her palm. “I love you, Cynthia. You’re the woman for me.”
Matt took her other hand and pressed
it against his own heart. “And I love you, too. You’re our woman, Cynthia. We’d
die to protect you.”
She shook her head at the thought of
losing them. “Don’t speak of death. I can’t bear it.”
They each kissed her knuckles. The
electricity jolting among them shocked her.
“You feel it as well,” Matt said.
“Do you feel our need to be together?”
Cynthia nodded unable to put words
to her thoughts. When she was with them she felt protected and safe.
“Then no more words of being only
sex. You’re far more than that, Cynthia, and you’ll continue to be our woman.”
Kris cupped her cheek, smiling. “I can’t believe it worked.”
“What worked?”
Someone cleared their throat. She
turned to see her mother and father standing and looking at her.
“Mom? Dad?” Letting
go of her men she ran to her parents. She’d not seen them in so long. What was
going on? They were dead.
Still, she ran to them and embraced them.
They held her tightly, and they appeared younger.
“Our darling
girl. I’m so
pleased to see you’re all right,” her mother said.
“What is going on?” she asked. “I
thought I wasn’t dead.”
“You’re not dead. We were told we’d
get one more chance to see you, and we took it. You look so beautiful. I know
this was how you were supposed to look.” Her mother cupped her face turning her
head this way and that.
“And we were promised to see our son.”
Another man came through the clearing. She stared at him and saw a resemblance
to Matt.
“Dad?”
The same happened for Kris.
“What is going on?” Matt asked after
the introductions were complete.
“Every mated pair gets the chance to
see their deceased family once again. I always knew you’d be something
different, Matt. You’d never settle to rule one pack. Your mating was foretold
to me the day you were born,” Matt’s father said.
“I don’t understand.” Matt looked at
her, then at Kris. She held his hand feeling strong for the first time in so
long. Smiling at her parents, she listened to what Matt’s father had to say.
“Our packs were always different. I
never felt any animosity for being so close to another pack. When
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