It's Nothing.

Roger:

Laughing loudly with my brothers, scooping my “little temptress” into my chest with a gentle kiss to the forehead and a gasping whimper as her hazels grew bright with surprise.

Chris grabbed her hand, spinning her around into a back dip capturing her plump lips in his as her eyes grew large, fluttering closed as he deepened the embrace with a chesty groan.

“You smell that?” Ben purred in link as her arousal flooded the claustrophobic store with grunts of frustration.

“DAMN! You taste sweet “hummingbird”.” Chris growled lowly, setting Elicia back on her feet with deep cherry lips matching her blush that creeped down her neck into her chest.

“Not the only thing that is “sweet”.” Elias growled playfully in our link as he narrowed his gaze on the salesclerks standing flabbergasted behind the counter piled with bags.

Ben was smooth, pulling her confused expression into his chest with a gentle kiss to her lips and a gentle thumb rub along her cheek, soothing the deepening blush that inflamed her whole face.

“You do taste sweet “butterfly”.” At those words, she pushed away from his chest with soft glowing eyes as I quickly scooped her up over my shoulder with a playful ass smack.

“R-Roger!” She exclaimed in shock as she tried to wiggle free from my grasp, managing to push her ass into my face with a dark growl and bite to the squishy mound of flesh.

The shuttering gasp had my heart fluttering like a race horse winning a derby.

“Only a privileged few have our numbers, and you are not included.” Looking over the delicious ass that rested on my shoulder with a smug smirk as their smug expressions, turned dark and gloomy like our fabulous London weather.

“Privileged”.” We pointed to the squirming body that froze with a deep gasp, attempting to look around my waist as Elias slid his credit card across the counter with his fingertip.

Laughing ominously with conceited winks as their primed and painted faces, faltered at the name stamped in gold lettering across the matte black card as Elias tapped his finger to emphasize his revulsion and exasperation. Saluting the “conceited bitches” as my feet turned sharply to leave.

Sensing Elicia’s nervousness as we exited the store, finding a quiet bench next to a water fountain as passing shoppers snapped curious expressions at Elicia draped over my shoulder.

“Please put me down.” Her voice cracked softly with a soft whimper, setting her down gently as she thrusted her elbow into my stomach with a firm slap across the face.

Clenching my stomach with a sharp chuckle, curious to know “where” that strength came from as her eyes swirled between glowing blue and her normal hazel.

“Don’t ever embarrass me like that again.” Her hazel eyes set ablaze the smoldering fire that lingered darkly in my groin, forgetting the pain that stabbed along my stomach as my hands cupped her blazing face.

“We were defending you.” Looking into those hazel orbs as the blue crystalized against the green streaks, creating a beautiful kaleidoscope of sharp colors and lines.

Frozen in time as her plush pink lips, pursed together with a puzzled gaze as her brows knitted together, giving her this strange cuteness that tickled the throbbing ache to bust free into a stampede of pulsating thumps.

Plunging into the glorious softness of her lips as a whimpering moan, whispered smoothly across our tongues as her body collapsed into my heated embrace.
Clenching tightly to her waist and back as her arms held firmly around my neck, savoring the sweet tang of her lips.

“Better save some of that for later.” Chris chuckled smoothly from behind, grinning in delight as her body trembled in a rushing tornado of shivers, pulling back with hooded eyes.

“We have some “talking” to do.” Elias pecked her cheek, whispering something against her ear as her body went rigid with surprise, snapping her eyes between us with panic and curiosity.

“Don’t “scare” the poor thing.” Ben chuckled playfully, pointing to the last stop with a hand full of bags.

Following his pointed finger to Victoria’s Secret with its cute white and pink stripped display with a patchwork dog in the window. Busting out in laughter as his face dusted darkly with a deep shade of pink, almost matching the pink hues of the dog in the window.

“Keep that up, and you’ll be mistaken for the display window.” Chris poked his cheek playfully, back stepping to miss the attempted assault from the shopping bags clenched tightly in Ben’s hands.

Looking down, double checking quickly as Elias nodded towards the store, catching the sudden blur of Elicia darting into the store as Chris and Ben dueled with the shopping bags.

“Juvenile much.” Deadpanning as they froze mid-swing, letting the bags swing violently in their hands as they turned sharply towards Elias and me.

“Oh, says the one who just went all “Tarzan”, draping our “mate” over his shoulder.” Chris shrugged his hands at Ben, growling lowly at the word “mate” he shouted in the middle of a crowded mall.

Which at any moment, our “mate” could overhear our conversation before actually understanding who “she” is mated to and what we really are.

“Shut the Fuck-Up! Chris!” Rolling his name in annoyance, feeling the urge to “Bitch Slap” the smug smile clean off his “Fucking” goatee face.

“Guys. Chill out, the “commoners” are staring.” Ben clenched his teeth together, side talking trying to look inconspicuous.

“SO, WHAT!” Shouting in annoyance with Chris and Elias as Ben shrugged his shoulders in defeat, backing away with his hands drawn in surrender.

Shit! We haven’t argued like this in a long ass time, resulting in an all-out-brawl on our front lawn, ending with it being broken apart by mom and dad with cattle prods to the ass.

“What is your deal, Chris? You have been acting “stranger than normal” and that says, “a lot” coming from me.” Elias stepped firmly into Chris’ “attack zone”, which was the area surrounding his body in reaching distance to his attacker.

Who? Happened to be our brother.

“It’s nothing.” Chris grounded out with his teeth clenched firmly.

“Nothing my Arse.” Rolling my eyes at Elias’ frown that ticked ugly across his lips.

“Nothing doesn’t make you act like a “Fucking Twat”.” Elias looked around at the shoppers mindlessly wandering the tiled floors, oblivious to their surroundings as we stood to the side arguing about “nothing”.

“Seriously, “nothing” has us arguing over “nothing”, so “What the Fucking Hell?” Ben growled out, surprising us with sharp head turns as our faces paled with the smug smirk of Bain DeLois leaning against the wall outside of Victoria’s Secret.

“Oh, this “MOTHERFUCKING-TWAT-SUCKING-WANKER” has some serious balls.” Snarling lowly, feeling my body shake darkly with rage as his cold eyes slid smoothly to ours, finger saluting as he disappeared into the massive crowd.

Rushing forward, excusing ourselves with quick words as the massive wall of scents kicked us in the balls, losing track of him as Elicia appeared with two pink and black stripped bags.

“You should have called us to pay for that.” Chris frowned playfully, quickly shifting his emotions into calm with a side of laid back.

“I told you, not everything, and this is “everything”.” She lifted the bags with a happy vibe as her smile turned naughty with a hint of sarcasm.

Growling in our links as her scent, plunged us deep into the abyss of desire, yearning darkly in our depths for her to desire us just as much with her feathery aura of freedom.

“Let’s head home.” Elias smiled playfully, taking her bags with a swift hand as she window shopped with her hands laced behind her back.

“Please! Feel the Bond.” Praying to the heavens, or whatever could hear me.