Chapter 5:

Penny POV

Cold wind gushed in at the impact of the door against the wall, lugging a serene smell of Lavender and Spice with itself. 

The room crammed, a mixture of lavender, spice, orris heart, and woods blending in the air.

I always heard we could smell a werewolf, but this was the first time I smell them in the air. The air around me felt congested, with the puff of air battling around yet blending in so well to create a symphony. And all I could do was to hold my breath for a second and take a long breath the other. 

The temperature of the room weirdly rose every passing second, passing an unbearable and squirmish heat down my body. It felt like the heat from a fire. The only difference - I felt the fire inside me and not surrounding me. 

My heart rammed against my ribcage, creating an incoherent sound of thumps against my brain. 

Sat in the lap of a silver-haired man, I look at the man with dark hair standing at the door. His chest heaved up and down, his eyes squinting at the region where the man beneath me placed his hands. His green eyes, dancing, turning shades darker and lighter in the periphery of lights. 

The hand around my waist tightened, a low growl echoing in the room to turn into a purr the next moment. 

“Brother. What are you doing here?” The man said near my ear and my eyes bounced between the two figures in the cubicle. 

“We need to leave now.”. The man standing at the door snapped. He held on to the knob of the door, with his white knuckles. 

“Why?”

“Because this is not a brothel and you cannot be having sex with a woman without her wish.”

Words spewed from both their lips, in a high-pitched tone sometimes softening here and there and my eyes bounced with a faster pace. 

The men in the room were the most handsome men I have ever seen in my life. 

Ask me who is the most handsome. I can't answer it myself. 

Both the men were different, yet a lot similar in features that sat on their faces. The silver-haired man had waves running atop his head blending with the natural brown at the roots. It created a shimmer under the lights, that matched with the silver in his eyes complimenting the heart-shaped face. His pink full lips bounced smacking against each other as words left them. 

Lean muscles embezzled his body, the tight ridges peeking through the thin fabric of the blue shirt, a size smaller stretching it to its limit.

The man standing at the door was no less. His brown locks parted sideways slicking back into a messy brush. Small strands of locks fell over his forehead, giving an entirely different vibe to his similar heart-shaped face. Even he adorned almond eyes, just that his were green like the trees swaying in the wind. In the contrast to his brother, he has thin heart shaped lips equally tantalizing. 

His shoulders and stature sit burly, dainty muscles ripping through his black button down. 

I take my time looking at both the men, each look passing a small shake down my spine. 

I still remember when the silver-haired man first touched me. It felt like a whip landed on my body. It burned, passing a jitter along my veins, but I would want that very whip again unlike the one Alpha Damon uses on me. 

Hot waves pass through me at the memory of the whip that leaves me in blood. 

The hand around my waist tightens with another pair landing on the top of my thigh when I feel thunders erupt in me. 

Both men look at me their lips pressed in a thin line, their upper and lower lids pulled up, with their eyebrows mimicking the lids. 

“What happened?” They purred together. 

I shake my head, remembering the rule of not sharing anything inside the club with the client. Their palms simultaneously dig into my skin, their molars brushing against each other. 

“Penny, you need to tell us what happened?”, The brown-haired man commanded. 

“I can't tell, it is against the rules.”

“What fucking rules?”, the other brother gritted. 

“The rules of the club.” I breathe out and they look at each other. 

“We are the owners of this club, and we make the rules.” 

“ You need to tell us.”

They say one after the other. 

“Alpha Damon is my master. I only follow his orders.” 

“What…”. A high pitched moist voice flared against my ears.

The brown haired man stopped his brother from speaking further. The pupils in his eyes danced looking at his brother, and like a secret language the silver haired man gave up.

“Aeric, we need to leave, you cant have sex with her.” 

I felt a pain in my stomach at the sentence, like a knot twisting and pulling against my guts.

“But I did not give you a private dance yet. You gave me the money, I have to do my work.”

“See brother she said she needs to do her work, we can't leave her. Right Penny?”, the silver haired man said in a soft voice. A huff echoed near my ear, sending a wave of hot air on my lobe. I turn my head to look at the brown-haired man looking down at his hand on my lap. 

“Penny”, he said. His voice, a melody that blared through the speakers of some cafe. 

“I dont want you to do anything that you dont like.”

“But this is my work. I have to do it to earn money.”

“Ok…Ok folks. My smart brain has an idea. Why dont we just talk for the time I paid you? I would love to know you, Penny.” 

“And I am sure you won't have trouble with talking right brother? So can you like leave the two of us alone?” 

Another set of fire ignited inside me at the words or expressions of the silver-haired man, but a tiny bone pricked me on the inside when he told the other man to leave. 

“Nope. Taking your history, I am not leaving you alone with her. I will stay for the rest of the time, keeping an eye on you and your manipulative bitchy brain.”

Pulling two chairs from the corner of the cubicle he placed them creating a tiny circle at the center. 

“Penny doesn't need a chair she is comfortable on my lap”

“She does”, green stares down the silver and I gulp. 

“Fine”. The hand around me untwines, sudden cold trapping around me. Nevertheless, I follow the orders of the client and sit in one of the chairs. 

A steady silence bordered the inner circle we created. They said they wanted to speak, and none of them spoke even a single word for the last minute or two. All they do is stare at each other, moving their inner pupils in every direction. 

“Amm... What are your names?” Their head snaps incoherence towards me, and I jerk back in my seat. 

“I mean… I have been addressing you as a silver-haired man and a brown-haired man. So… So, I thought I…”. A voice echoed around me, the silver-haired man’s lips stretched in both directions giving a peek of his white teeth. 

“Ahh… Why did you do that?”, I ask. 

His lips settle back, his brow arching over his forehead. 

“Do what?”

“Make that sound and show your teeth”, I ask. My fingers intertwined against each other, stupidly scratching and tugging at my skin. 

“You mean why did I laugh.” I nod, remembering the word attached to the action. His eyebrows crossed in the middle, his head slowly turning towards his brothers. Bouncing his eyebrows once, the other blinked and both of them focused their gaze on me. 

“One, It was nice to know you were addressing us in your mind. You should always think about my handsome face to make your day good.” Small tingles spread across my face, my muscles twitching in a weird way tugging at my lips at the way he said those words.

He bent forward taking my hand in his. 

“Two, I am Aeric and this is Lucius. We are twins. And third I laughed because I thought the names you addressed us with were funny. Also because I was happy.”

I have known those words through books, or when people said them in movies, but what I have never understood is how and why people were happy. I was about to ask Alpha Aeric, what it meant by feeling happy when Alpha Lucius chimed in between. 

“Happy is when you feel like doing or seeing the same things again and again without feeling bored or… forced about it. You feel happy when you see or do something you like. You feel happy when you enjoy doing certain things.”

“I want to see you again and again and I also want to talk to you. Does that mean I am happy?”

Alpha Aeric’s body flies forward crushing me between his arms. 

“Yes, Penny that means that you are happy. I am so happy to know you want to see me again.”

“Me too”, I chirped. 

“So, tell me Penny how did you get in this club and everything about you…”