Lucian's POV
I was never into guys, let alone ever wanting to kiss one. In fact, I already had a woman I loved like crazy. Eira.
I was damn sure she was the only one for me.
But what was happening now took me by surprise. It was something I never thought I would ever do. When I teased and mocked Rafe with those vulgar comments—calling him my bitch and warning him I'd fuck him one day—it was just the way we talked, not something I truly meant. It was the same with him, but…
Why did it feel so right? Why did I want to keep going?
Maybe it was because we were mate-brothers. We shared a bond that allowed us to do this without guilt. Mate-brothers—we were each other's mates and strength as well. That's what the bond was.
I knew there were other mate-brothers who did it, but I never thought I would be one of them.