Let's Have A Threesome

"Matt, what are you doing here?" I asked, startled.

"I'm here to ensure you’re okay," he replied calmly.

"Right, but I’m not the one who almost got beaten to death today. I think you need to take care of yourself first." Despite my words, I found his gesture sweet. Still, it wasn’t like I needed to be taken care of. I walked toward the bed and hastily snatched something—a piece of stray underwear—shoving it into my drawer where it belonged. No one ever came to my room, and I didn’t have friends dropping by, so I rarely cared about leaving things in the wrong places. But seeing the amused glint in Matt’s eyes made me feel deeply embarrassed.

I sat on the bed next to him, suddenly unsure of what to say. Matt just watched me in silence until the noises from the room next to mine became impossible to ignore. Silas was back at it again. You’d think he’d at least try to be quieter, knowing I was still in the house. I couldn’t help but wonder when my brother had become so shameless. It was fine to have sex, of course, but why do it in a not-so-empty house? The fact that Matt could hear the noises as well made me want to bury my face in a pillow and scream.

“Your brother seems to be having the time of his life,” Matt remarked, raising an eyebrow. “Never knew he was a moaner.”

“He’s not!” I hissed, heat rushing to my face. Silas could be quiet when he wanted to—I knew this because it wasn’t the first time he’d brought a woman home. But for some reason, he’d decided to be as loud as f****** possible tonight. Was this because I’d complained about it before? Was he doing this just to piss me off? I sighed, burying my face in my hands. “I’m sorry you have to hear this. I don’t know what’s wrong with him.”

“Hey, I’m an incubus. Hearing things like this isn’t exactly abnormal—or weird—for me.” Matt chuckled softly. “Besides, I think he’s trying to prove a point.”

“A point?”

“I think you’re ready now. Forbidden love—it’s a very interesting concept, don’t you think?” Matt’s eyes glazed over, his voice dropping to a deeper, huskier tone. It was strange to watch the subtle shift in him. His dark blue eyes turned almost black, a telltale sign he was deeply lost in thought—or, rather, aroused and debating whether or not to give in to his urges. “My father used to say sex feels a lot better when you’re not supposed to have it.”

“Your father actually said something like that?” I asked dryly, though I wasn’t surprised. Incubi were strange creatures—not as strange as vampires, but close. For them, talking about sex was as casual as commenting on the weather. I didn’t doubt for a second that Matt and his father openly discussed it.

“Yes, but honestly, I’d prefer you didn’t have sex with your stepbrother. Instead, you could just have sex with me—I’m a lot more skilled than he is.”

“What makes you think I want to have sex with Silas?” I snapped, wrinkling my nose at the thought. I wanted to find the idea disgusting, yet I couldn’t manage to. No, Kerry, having sex with your brother is not a good idea. Don’t think about it… don’t think about it… And yet, I was thinking about it. Silas seemed… good at sex. The constant trail of girls chasing after him was proof enough. Even at school, girls would beg me for his number, gushing about how generous he was in bed, how he made sure they had the best orgasms of their lives. Some even joked that he might be an incubus instead of a vampire.

At the time, I’d found those rumors offensive and rude. But now… I couldn’t deny that I was curious. If Silas weren’t my stepbrother, I probably would’ve ended up in bed with him—not because I liked him or anything, but because of my relentless curiosity. And I knew that curiosity would be the end of me.

Matt, who either could read my mind or was very good at reading my expressions, smiled knowingly. “You’re curious.”

“You know what they say—curiosity killed the cat.”

“Indeed. But sometimes it’s good to try new things. Come here,” he said, reaching for my hand.

“Where are we going?” I asked as he pulled me off the bed.

“To your brother’s room.”

“Wait… you can’t just—he’s in the middle of—” My words cut off as Matt knocked loudly on Silas’ door. I stared at him in disbelief. The smug, mischievous glint in his eyes sent a shiver down my spine. What the hell was he up to?

There was a shuffle on the other side of the door, and my heart skipped a beat. When the door swung open, Silas stood there, shirtless and glistening with sweat. His hair was a tousled mess, his fiery red eyes boring into us with a dangerous intensity. For a moment, he looked nonchalant, perhaps expecting only me. But the instant his gaze fell on Matt—who was still holding my hand—his expression twisted into pure disgust.

Silas’ eyes darkened with rage and jealousy, and I immediately understood. I’d known for a while now that Silas harbored feelings for me—feelings he wasn’t supposed to have. I’d tried to ignore it, thinking it would be easier that way, but now…

“Who are you?” Silas asked, his voice dripping with malice. If I didn’t know better, I’d think Matt was his mortal enemy.

Matt, unfazed, smiled wider. Behind Silas, Tammy appeared, peering down at us suspiciously. Her hostility toward me was written all over her face. I could practically hear her thoughts: Why does she keep interrupting? Honestly, it wasn’t like I wanted to be here either. Matt had dragged me into this. But how could I explain that when I was trying so hard not to ogle my half-naked brother?

“Wear some damn clothes,” I muttered under my breath, unable to stop myself.

“Oh, I’m no one important,” Matt said breezily, ignoring Silas’ hostility. “Just a friend of Kerry’s.”

“Since when does she have friends over? And let go of her hand,” Silas spat.

Matt laughed, tightening his grip on my wrist and even raising our joined hands as if to taunt him. The murderous look on Silas’ face showed it was working.

“Don’t worry,” Matt said, smirking. “I’m just a good friend. Nothing else.”

“What do you want? Couldn’t you see we were in the middle of something?” Tammy snapped impatiently. Her hand was on Silas’ arm, clearly trying to pull him back into the room and shut the door on us.

“We should go,” I whispered, wanting to escape. Silas was practically naked, and I couldn’t trust myself to stand here much longer without losing my mind.

“Let’s just skip to the point,” Matt said smoothly. “How about a threesome?”

“What?!” Tammy and I exclaimed simultaneously.

Matt shrugged nonchalantly. “I mean, Kerry finds you very attractive, Silas. I find her very attractive. And I know if I eventually sleep with her, all she’ll think about is you. So why not just do it together? That way, she can quench her curiosity—or whatever.”

Tammy looked livid. Silas, on the other hand, turned to me, his red eyes softening with something that looked like longing. His voice was smooth as silk when he spoke. “Is this what you want?”

I froze under his gaze. That look—like I was the center of his universe—made my heart race. How could I say no? It would be a lie. I nodded hesitantly.

That was all Silas needed. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of me, his arms circling my waist, his lips crashing against mine. Electricity surged through me as the world around us faded. His kiss was passionate, desperate—intoxicating.

Matt followed behind us with a grin as Silas led me toward my bedroom. Tammy’s shrieks echoed behind us, but Matt blocked her path with a calm smile.

“Sorry,” he said lightly. “This is a threesome. Maybe next time we’ll let you know if we’re interested in a foursome.” And with that, he slammed the door in her face.

Her expression had been priceless. I couldn’t stop laughing even as Silas’ hands tangled in my hair and his lips trailed down my neck.

This was insane. But maybe insanity was exactly what I needed.