Tartan Twins

Tartan Twins
Selena Illyria
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Copyright ©2009 Selena Illyria

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"What happened? Why are you limping?" Rorick asked, followed by a deep inhale. She knew he would smell the blood. "Why do I smell your blood?"

Robin ignored the question and carefully slipped her foot into the sandal.

"It's nothing." Turning, she faced him with her head up. She prayed her eyes weren't glassy from the unshed tears.

"Don't lie to me." Rorick's voice had become a low growl that reverberated through her body, shivering up her spine. Arousal flared to life. She groaned and looked away. I can't do this right now. I don't want to deal with them right now.

"I said it's nothing," she spat out. "Drop it."

She marched past him, ignoring the way her foot ached. She could feel the warm slickness of the blood covering the insole of her flip-flop. She came to a halt when Rorick reached out and took hold of her arm. She turned to look at him. Heat spread from her arm to her chest. She glared at him, ignoring the way her body responded to his touch. "What?"

"I told you, don't lie to me. You've hurt yourself." He brought his head down until their faces were mere inches apart. His warm, moist breath caressed her face. She could smell the whisky he'd drunk earlier. Her nipples tightened, pressing against the thin fabric of her tank top. Their eyes clashed. She knew she shouldn't look into his eyes. Knew that to stare into those pale blue eyes was a challenge to the wolf inside, a challenge he wouldn't back down from. She couldn't help it. She glared at him, allowing him to see how angry she was. Anger was good. Indignation kept her from feeling other things, emotions she didn't want him to see. Feelings that were private.

She saw his eyes shift, from ice blue to amber with gold flecks and back to blue. Robin shivered. His beast was close, too close to the surface. Just a few more days and it would be free. She looked away first, hating herself for backing down.

"I cut my foot, no big deal," Robin muttered.

"It is a big deal," Lochlan said, coming up behind her. She swore. Now she was sandwiched between them. She could picture the way the three of them looked at the moment. Two gorgeous sex gods in kilts with her looking frumpy and plain. She ruined the picture of perfection. Holding back a sob, she looked down at the ground. She needed to get away. Far away.

"Let me go," Robin said quietly. She knew they heard her and yet Rorick kept his grip. It wasn't painful but his touch was searing her skin. It reminded her of what they had done at the wedding. Their hands had caressed other women, their bodies taking those women to the heights of pleasure she could only imagine.

"You're hurting me," she said. She wasn't lying. Rorick was hurting her, just not physically.

"You know I'm not gripping you that hard. Stop lying to me," Rorick growled. She looked up, shocked by how angry he sounded. He glared down at her. She took a step back only to hit a wall of hard, hot flesh covered in silk. Lochlan reached out and placed his hands on her shoulders.

"Steady there, lass. It's okay. Rorick, let her go." Lochlan's voice was silk-covered steel. She trembled at his tone. Such command. One would never think someone as carefree as Lochlan was would be capable of sounding so commanding.

Rorick didn't oblige his brother. Instead he increased his grip on her arm and looked over her head. "She's hurt. She needs attention."

"And she'll get it if you'd just let go of her." Lochlan's hands began to move, rubbing her shoulders before moving down over her biceps and then back up. Her nipples were painful with need as her pussy became heavy and slick.

"You let go of her." Rorick glowered at his twin. Something was going on. Robin tried to pull her arm out of Rorick's grip only to have him tighten his hold again and look down at her. His face was hard and uncompromising. "Stay," he ordered.

Robin glared up at him and took a step forward, invading his personal space. Her breasts were a breath away from his body. "I'm not a dog, and you will watch your tone with me."

He glared down at her. "You will do as you're told. You're hurt. You need attention."

"Not from you. I can see to myself," Robin declared.

"Like hell you will. You will not be leaving here tonight with an injured foot. You will stay here, and let us attend to you," Rorick ordered gruffly.

"Bullshit. I can take care of myself, thank you very much, so take your alpha attitude and shove it up your ass. I do as I like, when I like, and you damn well don't get a say in whether I drive home or not. Now let go," she gritted out. Her body was flushed with heat. Arousal and anger churned inside of her. She wasn't sure if she wanted to kiss him or slap him. Lochlan's hands moved faster. His touch was trying to soothe her. Instead it only stoked the fire inside of her.

"Stop touching me. You're not helping," Robin immediately regretted the words. Lochlan's hands dropped away. She mourned the loss of his touch. Rorick, on the other hand, refused to let go of her arm. He yanked her forward until she crashed into him.

"Don't lash out at him just because you're angry with me," he purred. She trembled at the sound.

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