The Alpha Twins Steal A Thief Novel – I sigh and turn over, too hot and irritated to sleep. Just to add to my foul mood, it’s literally the hottest night of the year. So that plus the news from my father a couple hours ago, finding sleep will be impossible. The brilliant full moon shines through my window, giving the faintest bit of light and the reminder that I’m still without my wolf.
She should have come by now. When I hear someone moving in my room, I sit up and prepare to scold my little brothers for being out so late even though I’m certain it wasn’t their choice. They have slept with me their entire lives, but lately our father has been giving them “tasks” that sometimes extend way past bedtime. It pisses me off to no end, I want them to stay little boys much longer, but it’s a losing battle.
I open my mouth to scold them but it’s not the hand of a ten year old boy that touches me. I freeze instantly, realizing the hand is far too large, coarse and heavy. “Sweet Hannah…” I hear, barely above a whisper. The voice is gruff and quite obviously needy. Every hair on my body stands on edge and thoughts of literally anything else fly out of my brain. The scent of male sweat and musk flitters into my nose and my jaw falls open.
I know that voice, all too well unfortunately. No, no! I was supposed to have more time! Lips trail over my shoulder and toward my neck. I’m only in a bra and panties since it’s so damn hot and I know he can see my skin on full display. I swallow the bile that immediately tries to come up and instead, a tear rolls down my cheek. No male other than him has ever really touched me. Seen so much of my bare skin like this. “I… I thought you weren’t coming until tomorrow night…” I stammer, hating the way my voice trembles. This isn’t me. I’m not weak and I’m not some silly little girl. But right now, I feel truly powerless and worthless.
I can’t let someone have that power over me, but I don’t know what else to do. This male is not a stranger to me, but my body doesn’t agree with his touch. I’ve never liked him like that. We may have kissed, we may have even fooled around as teenagers do, but I’ve never truly wanted it and I absolutely believe in my soul that my wolf will agree he is not the one for us. But I’m 17 and still wolf-less. “There was no way I could wait, beautiful. You know I’ve had my eye on you for years. My wolf and I literally ran all night.
Everyone else won’t even be here until tomorrow,” he says, kissing down my arm and to my hand. I expect most females would be flattered, thrilled that such a male was interested, more than wanted me. A match made years ago by the moon and stars according to my father. I should believe that after we marry, and eventually mate, things will be better for me. Easier. But it means leaving my twin brothers, it means not being in their lives on a daily basis.
Without me to look after them, without me to guard them from my father… “Hmmm,” he moans, as he runs his hand up my thigh. I shiver involuntarily, and instinctively shut my legs. There’s a movement so fast I don’t have time to react. My body is forced down against the bed, my arms raised and wrists pinned over my head. Panic fills me and I struggle to breathe. “What! Harrison? No! No…” I call out, knowing fully well nobody else will hear me. Even if they did, they wouldn’t interfere. “You are a Goddess Hannah.
My Goddess,” he groans, as he kisses and gropes at my chest. I wiggle under his firm hold, but it’s pointless. I can’t move my legs, I can’t do anything. This isn’t me, I’m not a weak female! I refuse to accept this is going to be my life! Fighting him is pointless, I fully well know that. It’ll probably also only encourage him. My brain tells me to change my tactics, I’m always able to adapt and getting married off shouldn’t be any different. Focus Hannah, don’t let him distract you! Say it over and over… I am not weak, I am fierce, I am strong, I am Hannah Stone. I am not weak, I am fierce, I am strong, I am Hannah Stone! A light goes off in my head. He’s so hot for me right now, the best thing I can do is act like I want it. It won’t buy me much time but right now I’ll take whatever I can get. “Hey, come on. Let me touch you, free my hands,” I say, trying to catch my breath. His full weight on me is too much. His bare chest and stomach against mine is hot and suffocating. “Yeah, that’s my girl,” he says, between kisses and licks.
When he releases my hands, I reach for him. I lightly rake my nails down his hard body, feeling all the indents of his muscles. His wolf vibrates him with approval, and when I trail my hands down his sides I realize he’s fully naked. Of course he is. I imagine any female in my position would want to fully explore him, or more. But not me. No … way. I mean, he’s damn nice to look at and while I have taken in the view… Once my father said the time had come, suddenly all things Harrison repulsed me. “Tomorrow Harrison. I want it to be special, I want it to be