Free Keeping Cambria by Kitty DuCane

they arrived at their suite, Cambria softly snored in his arms. He couldn’t wait to get her clothes off, into bed, and ease the soreness in her arms. Viper opened the door and Venom got out with her, surprised she didn’t wake.
    Viper beat the doorman to the door and pulled it open. He dealt with the man’s mind as they entered the elevator.
    When the door dinged open, Viper followed him to his bedroom. Using his mind, Venom swept away the covers, and gently laid her down and dispatched her clothes. She moaned and turned on her side. Viper rolled her onto her back, and they both used their healing powers to soothe her arms. When they finished, they gently covered her and left.
    “How long do you think she’ll sleep?” asked Viper as a glass appeared in his hand, no doubt filled with their favorite Glenfiddich fifty-year-old scotch. Viper sank onto the end of the couch and chugged.
    Venom conjured himself the same thing, reclined in the oversized leather chair, and sipped his.
    His brother chuckled. “Damn, she was hot when she was fighting.”
    Venom didn’t say anything, even though he agreed. Something drifted in the back of his mind, worried him. He was used to agonizing about his brothers, even though they were virtually indestructible. But Cambria wasn’t, and even if and when they converted her, he doubted she’d be invincible. She was a female, the weaker sex—which suited him just fine. He liked women’s soft skin, the way a touch caused chills to rush in the wake. Skin was sensual, and he fucking loved it that way.
    Converting Cambria would strengthen her if she survived. None of Hell’s Hunters had even tried a conversion, because the outcome was unknown, a risk they wouldn’t take. Now that he thought about it, mating her could have killed her, too, but they’d been too lost in her tight rear and sweet pussy, driven by two internal beasts who had definitely overtaken their logical human minds.
    But that wasn’t what weighed on his mind. “Bro, what if Cambria doesn’t want to stop hunting?”
    Viper’s gaze shot to his. “Well, we’ll just let the wolf convince her that she can’t anymore.”
    The wolf was the seductive one, the one who wore you down with temptation and charm. “And how do you plan on doing that? She doesn’t seem like a woman who’ll just do everything we ask.”
    “Who said we would ask?” his twin answered with a grin, but Venom knew his brother better than himself. Viper never asked, he demanded, and it would be a joy to watch those two square off. His hundred bucks was on Cambria. She might take those petite knives of hers and give Viper a run for his money.
    “Would you make your mate stop something she loved to do?” he asked.
    “If it’s not in her best interest? Fuck, yeah.”
    Venom realized it was the wrong thing to do, but he had to agree; they and their beasts could never allow her to put herself in danger.
    In an attempt to change the subject, he asked, “Do you know this Steven Johnson she mentioned to Judge?”
    Viper bared his fangs. “No. Husband? Or lover?”
    Venom hoped neither. No doubt, Viper would kill the bastard without thinking of what it might do to Cambria. “Well, before you slaughter him, hold off until we find out what this is about. Maybe we can help instead of kill.”
    “Depends on who he is.”
    Viper’s gaze had turned hard, a look he’d perfected at a young age. Venom exhaled. He’d always been able to manage his twin—so far. With a mate thrown in the mix, he didn’t know if it was possible.
    * * * * *
    Hours later, Judge sat in an okay hotel with his twin, Jury, because Venom and Viper had the suite. Two blonds lay in the king-sized bed, which had been nowhere near large enough for four until he’d doubled its size. The smell of sex was abundant, but he loved the scent. Nothing beat the sweet smell of pussy.
    Fucked and fed. That was the brothers’ motto.
    His mind traveled back to Cambria. When she’d launched