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Excerpt
“She
is my mate.”
“…my
mate.”
Simultaneously,
the two men looked at the other with confidence, and spoke from their
hearts. Unfortunately, they
had come to the same conclusion, and vocalized the same claim.
Both Pollux and Castor claimed her as their mate, their other half,
their one love, and that couldn’t be right.
It
should’ve been a special moment, one they’d looked forward to
experiencing, but it wasn’t as grand as it should be.
They couldn’t claim the same mate, it wasn’t possible.
They could share a woman they wanted, give and receive pleasure and
fulfillment, they’d done it plenty of times.
However, Castor didn’t think such a lady could possibly complete
them both. Not both their
hearts and souls, it would take a very special woman to be able to do
that. They were twins who
weren’t really twins, they were individuals.
For
a second, he thought about the history of his homeland, and was coming up
blank. Mount Olympus had never
had a truly mated trio. There’d
been plenty of gods, goddesses, immortals and mortals who explored
multiple partners, but as far as he knew, there was only one true love,
one mate, for each person. Despite
history working against them, a solution to their particular situation
needed to be found, and fast. Then
it came to him, there was only one option open to them, at least as far as
he was concerned.
“I
think I know the only solution to our problem.
We’ve been attracted to the same women before.
Of course, never a mate and never with a timeline, but I think we
can move forward from here. Why
don’t we let Anissa decide the matter and we’ll both abide by her
decision.” Castor quietly
and emphatically voiced what he believed to be the best route forward and,
knowing his brother, understood he would as well.
Privately, he vowed to give up his chance at experiencing the once
in a lifetime love for his brother. Letting
him have the joy he missed by giving up his immortality to save him, even
if for a limited amount of time, it was the best he could offer to make
amends for his past mistakes that cost him everything.
“Fine.”
Pollux’s agreement was terse.
Looking carefully at the other man sitting across the table from
him, Castor saw how he didn’t look to be completely satisfied, and that
was something for him to worry about.
He knew his brother and the man wouldn’t rest until he found what
he thought was the best solution.
Fidgeting
didn’t help ease the tension between his legs.
He drank some of the water he’d requested with the last visit
from their waiter and it didn’t help either.
Out of the corner of his eye, Castor noticed his brother was in
much the same discomfort as he was, and finally confessed what he believed
they both were thinking. “She
is so beautiful, smart, funny, and definitely adventurous.
Anissa George is everything I had hoped my mate would be and so
much more.”
“I’ve
been hard since she walked into the meeting room.
She speaks and my cock throbs like it’s never felt a woman’s
wet clinging cunt before.” Pollux
whispered, as if anything too loud would break his tenuous control on his
passion.
“When
she laughs my dick stretches further for her attention.
I fear I’ll shame us and come without so much as a touch from her
sweet hand, much less the clinch of her pussy.”
Castor knew the awe he heard in his voice was etched on his face.
Already, without even a touch, she made him feel so much than he
had ever felt before, and it sounded like his brother was experiencing the
same things.
“Maybe
we should stop tag teaming her.” Pollux
spoke up with concern. “When
she returns, ask her out on a proper date.
Anissa should be treated like a goddess, wooed, coddled.
After you’ve had your date, then I’ll go out with her.
Once she’s had a chance to get to know us as individuals, we’ll
then ask her to decide which of us she would like to spend more time
with.” Pollux looked to be
on edge and kept glancing back to where their date had disappeared.
Castor
almost laughed out loud, what stopped him was the essence of what his
brother was doing which tugged on his heart.
Pollux always had a plan, for everything, and, as was his habit, he
was putting him first. Probably,
as the eldest, he was used to being in control, but he was an adult.
He could make plans and take responsibility for the outcome.
There
was something else that could wreck both their plans.
It was possible that she wasn’t attracted to either one of them.
Castor was sure that, while they liked everything about her and
wanted to get closer, the feelings may not be reciprocated.
Of course, that was a brief thought, there and gone in a flash,
because their desire was always returned.
“Yes,
you’re right, Pollux, but I think we need to tell her what’s going on
while we’re all together. I
don’t want her confused, possibly thinking what we’re offering is a
game or concerned one of us will be jealous of the other.”
Pollux
nodded an agreement and they both relaxed, a very small bit, and lost
themselves for a few moments in their own thoughts.
Castor knew the next two weeks weren’t going to be easy.
Even if she agreed to go out with them and wanted to get to know
one of them better, he wondered if it would be any easier to have a small
taste of happiness or would having none at all be less difficult to
handle. After a few minutes,
his brother voiced the questions that had started to concern him as well.
“Did we scare her away?”
“I
don’t know, although women do seem to take forever when they go to the
bathroom.” Unsure of where
they stood with Anissa suddenly made Castor feel edgier than usual.
“Should we go make sure she’s all right?”
“No,
I see her. She’s coming back
to us now.” Pollux’s
relief was apparent and he felt some anxiety ease and sensual tension
build further.
When
she arrived at the table, both men stood and Castor deferred to his
brother in assisting her with the chair.
Once they were all settled, he looked to Pollux to take the lead
and start the important conversation they needed to have with the woman
sitting between them.
“Anissa,
please know that no matter what you decide within the next few minutes,
your professional services are very important to Double Punch.
We hope you won’t leave, but what we’d like to discuss with
you, we believe, is that important to us both.”
The elder twin began with a sense of calm Castor was sure he
wasn’t feeling.
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