I’m Kane and he’s my brother Michael.” Kane gestured to
Michael.
“I wondered if you’d like to dance with me.” The words
tumbled out of her mouth and she wanted to call them back. She heard the
nervousness in her voice and she wanted to appear more assured than this.
“Definitely.” Kane nodded.
“Yes. Well, that’s two affirmative answers. Got any
preference on which one of us is first?” Michael smiled and leaned forward in
his chair.
Alana was a little stunned and excited. She’d never thought
they’d both want to dance with her. Then again, the way she’d phrased the
question she could see how they could think she was asking them both. She didn’t
have the heart to say that she’d only meant one of them.
“Um, no preference, it’s still early and we have plenty of
time to dance.” She held out her hand.
“Yes, we do have time.” Michael stood and walked around the
table.
His fingers threaded through hers. A tingle began to crawl
over her skin the moment their skin touched. Her eyes widened in surprise. Her
nipples tightened and hardened and she felt slick moisture begin to gather in
her pussy. What the hell was that? It felt almost as if a low-level electrical
current was zipping into her from him.
“Are you two going to the dance floor or simply stand there
looking a little stunned?” Kane’s voice cut into her shocked reverie.
Alana glanced over at Michael and found him staring at her.
Maybe this wasn’t only her. “Tingles racing over your skin and the hair on your
arms standing?”
“Yes, I’m glad I’m not the only one feeling as if I’ve
grabbed a live wire.” Michael exhaled noticeably. “Let’s dance.”
She nodded and walked beside him to the dance floor. On the
way, she finally noticed his scent and everything suddenly became clear to her.
She felt her cat rise to attention and the distinct urge to stop and rub
herself all over him to make sure that any shifter who came near him knew that
he was hers.
She’d found her mate. He was her mate, but the tingles were
part of that. It was the Familiar bond beginning to form. It wouldn’t
completely solidify until they’d had sex, but even now she was certain.
Michael released her hand and curled an arm around her waist
as a slow song began to play. His other hand brushed over her upper arm and
shoulder. His fingers touched her blond hair, bringing it forward over her
shoulder. She wrapped her arms around his waist and moved with the music.
He drew her close. Alana inhaled. The light scent of cologne
hit her, but she sifted through it to find his personal smell. The musk mixed
with the tang of his cologne. She couldn’t resist leaning into him and rubbing
her cheek on his chest. Her scent mixed with his giving her a feeling of
satisfaction.
“You know what this is, don’t you?” Michael’s fingers
stroked over her back.
She could feel the heat of his hand through her silky black
shirt. It felt good, but not enough. The tingles spread and increased, but
again it was as if something were missing to that too. She clenched her fingers
on his shirt. She wasn’t so sure if she wanted to talk about this yet. It might
make it too real. He didn’t sound as if he was asking because he was unclear
about it though.
“Yes,” she said. Her head brushed against his chest when she
gave a small nod.
“Do you realize that I’m not the only one who’s part of this
with you?” Michael’s hand rose and cupped her head.
Alana hoped it was because he couldn’t resist touching and
exploring. She trailed her fingers up his back and then down. She itched to
touch actual skin rather than the fabric of his shirt. It felt abrasive and
wrong beneath her fingertips. She had enough sense though to realize this wasn’t
the place to be shredding his clothing.
“I know.” She took a deep breath. It was going to get worse
once she touched Kane. They were twins. Twin males usually had one Familiar.
She was almost certain that she
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