Free Keeping Cambria by Kitty DuCane Page A

herself at him, he didn’t tumble back because of her weight. No, he did it because now his scent would be on her back and her front. Man, his brothers were probably pissed, but he couldn’t blame them, and he wouldn’t trade the experience for anything.
    Lucky for him, his heart, like his other internal organs, was on his right side instead of his left. Everybody knew that except Cambria. If she had shoved it through his ribs, he’d thought about feigning death just to see her reaction. It was a lesson she needed to learn. Never hesitate when you have the upper hand. Hopefully at least one of the middle twins would figure it out and tell her.
    And he couldn’t read her mind, either, the only person he’d ever come across where that gift didn’t work. He needed to ask Jury to see if he could read her mind. Could be some twisted Hell’s Hunter thing. Maybe it was reversed, and Viper and Venom could read her mind and the rest of them couldn’t.
    Would feeding from her let him into her mind? He could kick his ass for not stealing a sip. Ah, he bet she tasted like smooth, warm bourbon.
    “You want to tell me why you picked two blonds who could pass for twins?” asked Jury.
    Judge blinked. Jury was the instigator, the one who poked the snake with the stick just for the hell of it to see if the snake would actually bite.
    “Did you fantasy fuck these two?”
    It was true. The two in the bed could pass for Cambria’s sisters.
    He wouldn’t apologize. “That’s exactly what I did.” He opened his mind to his twin and showed him the whole film, every time her skimpy skirt flashed the smooth flesh of her bare pussy, every time her firm, creamy breasts moved with every swing of her blade, every time her enticing ass flashed just to torment him. It was the most erotic movie he’d ever seen, and he would play it over and over in his brain until someone cut of his head or wrenched his sorry heart from his chest.
    Of course, the version he played for Venom and Viper didn’t have those steamy scenes. The younger twins wouldn’t get the whole erotic flick either—he respected Cambria too much for that. The youngest set of twins had come in late, and who knows what their eyes had focused on. For the rest of his men, he’d erased bits and pieces of tits, ass, and pussy from their minds. But there was one thing that topped family—his twin. Jury would appreciate such fine female flesh.
    “So it worked,” said Jury.
    He frowned, “What worked?”
    “Her tits were a distraction.”
    “Oh, fuck, yeah.” The whole damn package was a distraction. “What did you think about it?”
    Jury flashed him a grin. “I’m glad your photographic memory captured the good parts.”
    * * * * *
    Several drinks later, Viper heard her slip from the bed. He moved to follow her, but his brother shook his head. Soon he heard the flush of the john. He’d have to rely on his twin to help him figure out the best way to treat their mate. He’d never given much thought about bodily functions unless it was feeding or fucking. Cambria didn’t know them yet, so he had to remember to give her some privacy.
    The bedroom door nicked open, and little bare feet brushed over the carpet. Venom touched his mind and said to remain on the couch, not to overwhelm her. He forced himself not to jump up and crush her to him. Only wrapped in a towel, which was much too big for his tastes, she stopped in front of them, the coffee table firmly between her and them.
    Viper pulled his feet up. “You want to sit?”
    She pushed her hair over her shoulder. “Sure.”
    Her death-grip on the towel covered her breasts as she maneuvered to the couch. She sat and huffed out a large breath. “We need to talk,” she blurted out.
    “Couldn’t it wait?” Viper pleaded. His cock hardened just from the sight of her, the smell of her, the…everything of her.
    “No. Your…brother,” she rolled her lips in disgust, “told me that I was your mate.”
    “Yes,”