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~Matthew's POV~ (Right after Marcus left the room).

   "Hey, Jean, why don't you go? I'll call you later." I lightly stroked my jaw, trying to ignore the fact Sin was gonna call him as well as rub away the slight pulsing pain. I didn't look at him. I was ashamed of the way I treated him. But can you blame me? All that has happened since we met him was drama and heart ache, but yet...I still love him.

   

    I've never had someone like him before. Someone that I have to take care of. Me and Marcus consider ourselves equals, but to be honest, it was obvious he was the one usually dominate in the bed as well as day-to-day aspects. He let me top him sometimes cause he knows the dom in me needs a form of mental and physical release. He tells me he likes it when I top, but I know he prefers pitching and me catching.

    

    Now that Sinclair is here I finally have a submissive. Of course he's Marcus' too, but I've never had one before. Now that I found him I refuse to share him with any girl or guy that wasn't my twin.

    I was caught up in my thoughts so I didn't notice him coming close to me till I felt his cool hand resting on my freshly bruised jaw. The tingles from his touch spread throughout my body, making my wolf purr.

      "I'm sorry. It seems that I've caused you two quite a bit trouble." He frowned, his eyes sad and full of guilt. I, in turn, reached up and cupped his cheek.

    "Don't worry, I'm not angry..." He gave me a look of disbelief, "Okay, maybe a little, but mostly at myself. I need to learn to control my anger." I smile sheepishly.

      "Well, now that apologies are out the way, why don't you tell me why you and your brother seem to have such an interest in me. We literally met two days ago." He raised an eyebrow as he let his hand fall. I let mine as well. I wished he would have left it there. He moved away as he began to pick up the bigger pieces of glass with his hands and stack them on a coffee table.

     "I should wait to explain that when me and my brother are both here. A better question would be, what happened here? What's with the trail of destruction and broken booze bottles?" A conflicting look came upon his face as he debated on whether or not to tell.

      "Well, to be honest, I think my house was broken into last night." I stiffened. Oh crap, how the hell did he notice? We left no trace, that is, unless he could smell us, which I doubt.

     "Really? How could you tell?"

     "Something was missing. Something important." Anger overtook his features for a split second, but was quickly hidden. "It was so messy cause I got caught up in the search and I guess in my distress I reached out to a few liquor bottles. I invited Jean over in my tipsy stupor and I guess got carried away." He admitted with a light blush. He even cute when admitting to being a horny boy when alcohol is involved.

    "Well, how about this, next time you're drinking and want a few guys to have a little fun with, you call Marcus and me." I take out a pen and small note pad from my pocket- I mostly keep it cause I forget everything- and write down Marcus and I's number.

     I go to hand it to him but before I could I froze as images of our mate in lingerie flooded my mind. Oh shit.

      Damn it, Marcus! Stop that! I'm trying to have a proper conversation with him and it's hard when I sense your arousel and can see those images you're imagining. I have a fucking raging boner right now and I so badly want to just fuck him so stop!

       I yelled at him through the mate link, pissed and horny all at once.

     "Um... Are you okay?" I could hear the slight amusement in his voice. I looked at him but my mind and wolf wouldn't let me forget the image of him in those lacy panties. I couldn't help but blush. So hot.

     "Oh shit, do you, um, have a...boner?" His face flamed as he pointed at my crotch.

    Umm...

    "No?" God, I could slap myself.

 

    "I'm pretty sure that's an erection. But why the hell would you have one?" He suddenly gasps as if he had it figured out. "Was it cause Marcus punched you? Oh my god, are you a masocist? What would happen if I bite you? Would you aromatically cu-"

     That's the moment I decided I could handle his rambling a anymore. I pulled him to me and pressed my lips against his.

     Okay, I might not have done it just to shut him up. I might have also wanted to just know if his lips were as soft as they look.

    They most definitely were. 

     I went pull away when I notice he was froze. Ah crap, did I rush to fast into this?

     My lips were only pulled a millimeter away before he wrapped his arms around my neck and brought me back down for a deep and lustful kiss. Shit, I could get used to this.  

    I returned the kiss tenfold, dominating his desperate but yielding lips as I wrap on of my arms around his narrow waist and cupped his cheek with the other.

     My lust suddenly spiked up two times more than it was. I knew he was here before he even spoke.

     "So, I'm guessing you two talked it out?"