"Are you going to keep staring at me?" Kael asked, raising a brow as Zen shot him yet another death glare. Well—more like he was glaring at Kael's waist while hurriedly pulling on his own clothes.
Lance glanced at Zen and couldn't help snorting. "He's just jealous. Ignore him."
He stepped closer and reached for Kael's waist, only to have his hand smacked away. "And what are you trying to do now?"
"I want to feel what our mate's mark looks like," Lance said with a shrug, like it was the most reasonable thing in the world to touch his twin brother's waist.
Kael almost lost his patience at the both of them, but his mood stayed too good to actually argue. He had been the first to be marked by their mate, after all-how could he not enjoy every second of it? Ha!
He. The one they always teased about not getting their mate to talk to him. Now Lance could not gloat about his supreme alpha-ness and Zen could keep his charm for all he cared.
