The Twins

Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

NAOMIWhen Jax brought me into one of their rooms, I scrambled out of his hold and hopped onto the ground. The plain white carpet that covered part of the red oak hardwood floor felt soft against my toes.

I stepped away from the twins and raised a sharp brow at them. “I’m not sleeping in here.”

I snatched a dress shirt from one of the dressers and tugged it over my shoulders to cover myself from them. Don’t get me wrong; I wasn’t ashamed of my body. I just liked to tease. My fingers grazed across the side of the dresser, drenching it in my scent.

The room was bigger than mine. Fit for an alpha, of course. The bed was twice as big as mine back at the Lycans’ with a grand oak headboard and a dark comforter. It looked so comfortable that I wanted to hop right on with both of them, sink into the blankets, and watch the snow fall out of the large window across from the bed.

Noah leaned against the bed, arms crossed and jaw tight. “Sit, Naomi,” he said. His voice was gentle yet held so much power in it.

If I were a werewolf in his pack, his alpha command would be irresistible. And even as a human, I had the urge to sit right next to him on the bed and let them both do as they pleased.

My fingers trailed across the blankets. “No.”

Jax stood in front of the door. “Don’t tell me that you want to sleep in your room after that?”

His shirt tightened against his biceps, and I swallowed hard.

Business before pleasure, Naomi. Business before pleasure.

Oliver had taught me that the hard way when he left.

Everything I did—or at least tried to do—was business. Pleasure was a side effect. I gazed at Noah, who was staring intently at me again, capturing me with those big hazel eyes. Trapping me. My breath nearly caught in my throat.

After a few moments, I gathered my thoughts, tried not to give off any action that what I really wanted was to be bent over that bed and f****d senseless, and broke my stare with Noah.

The air was warm, humid, hot—unbreathable. My God.

My eyes traveled around the room again as I chanted my motto inside my head. Business before pleasure. Business before pleasure.

There were no pictures on the walls, no sentiments on the side tables. Just sleek oak furniture and black decor. So chilling, so utterly chilling. This wasn’t Jax’s room. It was Noah’s. It fit him perfectly.

Jax stepped toward me, and I glanced over at him.

“I thought that you Lycans f****d all the time?” He tilted his head, lip curling into a smirk.

I raised a brow. “You thought that carrying me”—I stepped closer to him, brushed a hand against his shoulder, and lowered my voice—“in your big, strong arms to the bedroom was going to make me want to f**k you?”

What a great moment to teach them the first lesson in battle.

I smirked at them, finally regaining my sanity. “You’ll have to try harder than that.”

Jax stepped closer. “Try hard?” He chuckled. “You have it all wrong, Little One.”

Noah pushed himself off of the bed and snaked his hand up my neck, his lips close to my ear. “We didn’t have to try hard when his c**k was in your mouth.” He softly gripped my chin between his fingers, but I knew that he could snap at any moment, and those fingers could dig into my chin so damn dominantly. “We didn’t have to try when my fingers were in your wet little p***y, thrusting into you until you were begging.”

Jax’s hand brushed against the front of my p***y.

I shifted slightly, so I was standing between the two men and grazed my fingers up their abdomens. Watching, analyzing how I affected them. Noah held my gaze so confidently that I thought I had no effect on him. But when his golden eyes appeared through his hazel ones, my lips curled into a smirk. He grabbed my hand.

And in a moment, I pulled both of my hands away. “Of course you didn’t have to try earlier,” I said, “because I let you. It was the first and only way to teach notorious twins like you the first lesson of war.”

Jax scoffed. “Teaching us a lesson of war?” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Sure, you have trained with the Lycans, but when have you ever fought in war?”

I raised a brow and smirked. “Offended that I played you at your own game, Jax?” I curled my finger around his hair. “Listen.” I gathered all of the damn sanity that I had left with these two, knowing that they would take it again within a few days. “I’m not here to f**k you both, no matter how hot you are.”

Noah paused, snatching my hand and squeezing tighter than I’d expected him to. “Then, what was that?” he asked, referring to earlier. His voice was tense.

“To teach you to know your enemy before you engage. Engaging too early leads to messy, messy mistakes.”

I knew exactly what I would be getting myself into when I said what I did next, but I couldn’t resist. They were too tempting.

Without giving them much of another thought, I sashayed to the door and peered back at them. Noah was standing there, jaw clenched, body tense. Jax had an amused smirk on his face yet a hidden fury behind his eyes.

“I’m here to teach your weakest members how to fight as best as your strongest ones do. And after that poor performance, it seems like you two need the most help.”

And with that, I smirked at the twins that I had seemed to wrap around my finger within the past two hours, and I walked right out of the room without another word.