A Bevin Hero [The O'Hagan Way 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) by Joyee Flynn Page B

intercourse,” Ronan finished for his twin. “Or it could be that when the bond was forming we were also taking too much of your blood and life force so it didn’t set. We don’t know. But ya claimed us. We’ve not claimed ya.”
    “What does that mean for you?” I asked as I sat up slowly, very aware suddenly that we weren’t the only ones in the room. I rolled my eyes at Lavache and Teagani. “Both of you? Really?”
    “King Rylan’s orders because you’re all loopy and he figured there’d be lots of sex so it would be harder for only one of us to intervene if needed,” Lavache answered. I nodded. I did feel loopy and like drunk but the severity of the conversation was keeping it at bay for the moment. But it was growing fast. Maybe it was a side effect of whatever the Queen dosed me with?
    “Nothing,” Rian assured me. “Ya claimed us and ya be our mate.” They both gave me weak smiles.
    “Wow, you two should never play poker,” I bitched as I jumped out of bed. “I won’t have liars for mates! I’m a damn cat. I can smell a lie!” I yanked on the pants I’d had on earlier, somehow losing them when I’d passed out in the dining hall. I guess they’d undressed me for my nap.
    “Shite, we didn’t know that,” Ronan hissed.
    I spun around and shoved him hard in the chest. “Oh, so it was okay to lie to me when I wouldn’t have known?”
    “No, we just didn’t want ya to think we were pressuring ya!” Rian yelled. I shook my head and stormed toward the door of my suite. He raced there and blocked it. “Please, me heart. We’ve screwed up so bad that we were just trying to do the right thing by ya. We weren’t trying to be lying bastards like mean.”
    “White lie so ya didn’t feel obligated to do something ya not ready for,” Ronan explained as he hugged me from behind. “We’re sorry. We won’t keep anything from ya again. We were going to tell ya, just not yet. We need to take care of ya, not have ya worrying about us.”
    I thought about it and I could see from their perspective that they were doing a balancing act. “Okay. Let’s eat.”
    “Thank ya, me heart,” Ronan whispered.
    “But I want a vampire in here who can tell me the truth of what it means that the marks didn’t take for you guys,” I said firmly. They both winced and I knew it was bad. “Vega! Get in here, please!”
    The door opened and I went to the seating area in my suite. I had raced out of the bedroom, but I actually had two of them, a living room, a small dining area, kitchenette, study, and bathrooms. It was a sweet setup. There were perks in being Chief Advisor.
    “Bevin, I know you guys have like ultrasonic out-of-this-world hearing, but I keep telling you ours isn’t that shabby either,” Vega chuckled as he stepped inside. “I heard you through the door just fine. I was already reaching for the knob to come in when you started bellowing out my name.”
    “Right, sorry,” I sighed as I plopped down at the table. My stomach grumbled at all the food in front of me. Guess I was hungry. Then again, all I’d had was an apple for breakfast and looking at the clock now, it was well after eight at night. Damn. And I’d almost died. I needed sustenance big-time. I grabbed a sandwich and bit right in, starving.
    “Ya need to hydrate too,” Rian said gently as he placed a sports drink by my hand.
    “Thank you.” It sounded funny because I was talking with my mouth full. Vega stared at me with wide eyes. I know. I was the perfect manners guy. “Whatever the Queen gave me is temporary. I can feel the loopiness coming back. I want to discuss this while I’m lucid but I’m fucking starving, so forgive my pigginess.”
    “Of course. Okay, so you want to know what it means for Rian and Ronan that they’ve not officially claimed you, right?” Vega asked. I nodded. “I need to know a little more and I’m sorry for the personal nature of the questions.” Again I nodded as I took another large