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B&E

*Matthew's pov*

"Oh, shit! Gentle, please!!" His fingers dug into my thighs as he lifted me.

    "Quiet, you know if we get caught we'll be in so much trouble." His hands were now hooked in the crook of my knee as I hitched my leg up. His skin on mine brought a fevernt heat that contrasted harshly with the cool winter night. I let out a gasp of surprise when my ankles suddenly ended up on either side of his neck, giving us a better angle for easier access to the entrence. I was quivering in both fear and excitment. Doubt entered my mind and exited as protestes to the immoral act we were commiting.

   "We shouldn't be doing this. It's wrong. What if he catches us?" He grunts as he lifts me higher.

   "Shut up. If you keep talking he will catch us." He gave a final push and I cried out as I reached out to grab a ledge to balance myself. I glared.

   "More, I can't quite get it. I need you to push harder!" I whisper yelled at him. He growled in frustration and gave a push so hard it was as if he was jumping into it. That's what did it. I cried out as I crashed...
 
  
Onto the cold stone floor of a second story room. I winced as I rubbed the shoulder that I landed on.

    "Ass." I mutter, knowing full well Marcus could hear me. He snickered.
 
    I got up and bent out of the window and grabbed Marcus's held out hand and pulled him in, and of course he gracefully toppled in and landed on me. I swear, if he wasn't my mate and brother I'd punch him in the back of the head.

   Groaning, we got up and looked around the dimly lit room. It was a in-home library. It was beautiful. Cherry-wood bookcases fully stocked and elegant black leather love seats and recliners. Glass side and coffee tables sported silver colored slim lamps that were the only sources of light. I almost forgot what we were doing here were it not for Marcus's insistent tugging on my arm.

   "Come on, lets find what we came to look for." Using our sense of smell we made sure no one was outside or near the door, we made our way out. We looked around. We were at the end of the hall. We made our way in the only direction possible, to the left.

   As we made our down we checked in rooms for what we were looking for, but not before listening for sounds of life. Some of the doors were locked, but scents of recent inhabitation was stale. We counted ten doors on the second story alone. Soon we were met by a pair of staircases- one going up, and one going down.

    "I don't smell any scents that have been on the third story in at least a week. Lets try down stairs." I whispered to Marcus. I started towards it, but a hand landed on my shoulder.

   "There are voices down there. It smells like sex." He sniffed the air, "Male and female. They sound distracted, but try to stay from the room they're in. We still need to find his room or either an office. Look for anything that could hold personal files. I'll do a quick overview of the top floor and meet you in a few. I'll follow your scent." Marcus whispers before giving me a peck and jogging soundlessly up the flight of stairs. I couldn't help but admire his butt. I turned and continued my descened to the first floor.

   The sounds of grunts and moans of pleasure and exertion got louder as I got closer to the landing. The smells also go stronger. I wrinkle my nose. Sometimes strong senses suck.

   I subconsciously took another wiff and I froze. Chocolate and coffee, hinted slightly with a pinch of salt from sweat and arousal.

    Sinclair was down there, having sex.

   He's ours!! He shouldnt be getting that kind of pleasure from anyone except for us! His body is ours! His moans are ours!! His heart is ours!!! He's OURS!!

   I didn't realize I was projecting me and my wolf's anger fueled declarations until a strong and unwielding grip incircled me around the waist, holding me to his body and back from the heart-breaking scene that I unknowingly stormed closer to.

    I shook in his hot hold. For the first time ever the heat brought by the possessive rage and impending shift brought discomfort. I squirmed and struggled in my mates grasp, trying to free myself to go and show Sin who he belongs to, but to no availe. After a while I slumped in defeat as I heard both of them cry our their release.

    By body was shaking with angry tears and I knew Marcus was holding me for comfort now, and not restraint. Mumbles and hushed tender words were shared between the two and not too shortly after dualed snors of slumber was heard.

   "Please don't cry, baby. He doesn't know he's ours. They will end it shortly and we'll have him forever. I'm just as angry as you, but we have to give him time to fall for us. We can't force it on him. He's got a girl down there. He's either bi or stright and if he's straight we can't just expect him to immediately accept us. We need to ease him into the idea. Besides he said they were 'lovers' so that means they're possibly only in it for the sex. That can work slightly in our favor. Now lets go snooping while they're asleep." After a minute he retracted his arms and I calmly stepped away. I nodded at him with a tight smile. We started slowly down.

   As we came closer to the room they were in my legs got weaker as a depressed feeling enveloped me. I took a deep breath and squared my shoulders.

    He'll be ours soon enough.