Powerful Awakening [L.U.S.T. 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free PDF Page A

felt like a physical blow to the gut. Michael nearly doubled over from it as the past of bright light and darkness threatened to swallow him.
    “By the Gods.” Michael barely heard his own whisper, hardly felt his lips move as her mocha eyes lifted, her gaze hesitating before locking onto his.
    “Do you know the woman he’s with? Who is she?”
    Michael heard Gideon, but couldn’t respond. Understanding of the something more, the something deeper than the power of a lycan he had felt in the office coursed through his system. He stared at the blonde, tearing his gaze from hers long enough to take in the angelic features of her face, the fullness of her breasts, the slenderness of her body, and knew Andrew was not the only one to come back to him tonight.
    “Rebecca.” The name rolled off his lips, tasting bittersweet as the heightened senses of the vampire he had become joined with the emotions of the man he had once been. Together, they dismissed the fact that the outer shell of the woman he was looking at was different, and embraced the knowledge that the soul it contained was indeed the woman he had lost so long ago.
     
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    Andrew saw Gideon first. He had expected that. A werewolf’s finely honed sense of smell, even in human form, allowed him to recognize when a lycan was near without the need of being face-to-face. He had expected Gideon to feel him, too, to get a strong awareness of his presence no matter where the werewolf had been in the club.
    He hadn’t expected the jolt he would feel when he lifted his gaze, sliced it over the werewolf, then landed it on Michael. They weren’t just brothers. They were twins, equally handsome from the roots of their ebony hair to the soles of their feet. But it was the quick glance into Gideon’s eyes before Andrew’s gaze locked with Michael’s that had given him the true shock of the past. Gideon, though a werewolf now, maintained the human appearance the twins had shared since birth. There had always been subtle differences. Gideon had preferred his ebony hair to brush his shoulders, while Michael kept his neatly above his nape. Gideon’s strong chin and square jaw had always been accented by stubble, while Michael never missed a day of shaving. Still, neither difference had ever taken away the effect of their soft midnight-blue eyes.
    The change hadn’t affected Gideon’s eyes, but Michael’s now matched his hair, standing out in a direct contrast to his paler skin amongst all the black. Even in the distance, Andrew noted the swirl of red outlining that black of Michael’s eyes as their gazes locked. The jolt he had felt only intensified as more than a century of longing, sorrow, and love twisted a knot in his chest. He may not be looking into the same eyes of his lover from the past. He was certain the man inside the handsome flesh had changed as well. But the feelings they had shared, the depth of their connection, remained.
    Look at me.
    Andrew heard Michael’s voice in his head, the deep melodic timbre that still held the faintest hint of the South. He didn’t believe Michael meant to speak in his mind. The fact that he had only showed how completely Andrew’s presence here tonight had caught the vampire off guard. Michael was angry. Andrew would be forced to take the brunt of that fury and he wouldn’t fight back. He would control his beast while Michael unleashed his own and would only pray he lived through it in the end.
    Andrew felt an arm snake around his waist, jerking him from his trance. Chrystal moved in closer, molding her body to his as her fingers closed tightly on his side. He heard her heart skip a beat before picking up speed, heard her breaths become ragged, and felt her quiver. She wouldn’t understand why, wouldn’t know that the power moving over her, seeping into her came from not only his strengths as a lycan and Michael’s as a vampire, but the connection the three of them had shared so long ago.
    “Who is