Free The Twisted Kiss: Doomsyear, Book 1 by Anya Bast Page A

against him. Had they planned this? Had they come over to the house tonight with exactly this in mind? A double seduction? If it had been any other men but these, she could resist, but she’d already proven twice over that she had no defenses against them—as a double threat they were surely her downfall.
    “Give in to you?” she whispered back. “Like I have a choice.”
    “You do have a choice. Tell us to leave and we will.”
    A shadow had fallen nearby. Christian had followed them into the foyer.
    She bowed her head, resting it on Michael’s shoulder, trying to imagine the words stop or leave coming out of her mouth…and failing. “God, what is wrong with me? I want you two so much. Both of you.”
    “That’s natural. It’s as the council said it would be. You’re our mate.” Michael’s voice rumbled through his chest as he spoke. “You are ours, Kylie, as we are yours.”
    Christian moved to her other side. “This is how it could be,” he whispered in her ear, making goose bumps erupt all over her body. “You could have both of us, Kylie, both of us to love you.”
    She squeezed her eyes shut and felt the truth of that statement through every fiber of her body, yet all she wanted was to deny it and push them both away. She had never felt so out of control in her entire life and she hated it.
    Christian forced her to look up at him. “What’s going through your beautiful head now, baby? What are you thinking?”
    Her breath shuddered out of her. She didn’t say what she was thinking— I’m not worthy of this —because if she did, she’d cry. “The last time I was in a relationship—”
    “That man became a monster. You blame yourself for that, I know.”
    Damn it. A tear rolled down her cheek.
    Michael cupped her chin and focused his gaze on hers. “Christian and I are already monsters, Kylie. Can you live with that?” He stared down into her face for a long moment, then dipped his head and caught her lips against his. He slid them slowly over hers until her knees turned to butter.
    Monsters, schmonsters… It didn’t matter what Michael was when he kissed her this way.
    Dimly, she noted that the lights in the house flickered and then went out.
    “What the…” breathed Christian.
    Michael broke the kiss and she glanced out the window, expecting to see a storm. It wasn’t unusual that she would lose electricity when there was a lot of wind. It was still raining, but there wasn’t a breeze or a lightning strike in sight.
    At the back of the house she heard the screen door slam…yet she, Michael and Christian were in the foyer at the front of the house.
    Christian suddenly moved toward her in a protective gesture. “Do you smell that, Michael?”
    “Fuck,” Michael said under his breath.
    “What? What is it?” Although she thought she might already know. At the possibility, her stomach suddenly felt filled with cold lead.
    “Take her,” Christian commanded, moving away from them. “Take her and protect her. You play defensive and I’ll go offensive.”
    In the half light she could see that Christian’s form was rippling, shifting.
    Then she got a whiff of something tainted on the air, something wrong. Unwashed human body mixed with animal. A being that should not be.
    Louis.

Chapter Eight
    Her stomach coiled into cold little knots. She thought all trace of humanity had been eaten up when the virus had taken Louis and turned him verdorben. But there could be only one explanation for why he had chosen to return to her tonight, after all these years. Somehow, he had learned about the proclamation and some part of him that still retained his humanity didn’t like it.
    Michael growled low in his throat. She looked up to see that his fangs were out, gleaming in the pale light filtering in through the window. Before her, Christian was nearly transformed into the huge black wolf that was his other form. His clothing hung in strips on him, rent from the change in his size and shape. He