another part of his genetic makeup. He should have kept his distance. Isnât that what he was good at? Being with a woman and not being with her at the same time? Yes, that was his specialty. It had been since Acacia, the beautiful Lormenian shifter, had taught him and Eli an invaluable lesson in sex, love, and life.
Theyâd only been eighteenâsome would say that with pity and/or empathy for what the twin teenagers had gone through under the hand of the older, much more experienced daughter of the tribe leader. She was as powerful in that tribe and throughout that forest as she was gorgeous and sexually alluring. And to the boys who only two years before had experienced their awakening in the world of shape shifting, she was a walking, talking wet dream. Only the dream became a stark reality as they soon became Acaciaâs sex toys.
She taught them everything there was to know about the physical act of being pleasured and pleasing a partner. Through the gatherings in a sweaty hut, lit by torches in the twilight hours she showed them how dark sexual pleasure could go, how intense the need could churn and how fearsome a Shadow Shifter could be in slaking that need. She showed them that there was only need, only hunger, and in the end, never love.
Inevitably, Ezra now thought, sheâd shown the brothers that emotions and addictions were for the fragile and that in the Shadow Shifter world there was absolutely no room for weakness. Everything that had happened between them was a game, a means to an end for the lovely princess. Sleeping with and toying with the minds of the young Top è tenia trainees was a jab at her father, a disgraceful alliance Acacia had hoped to use against Teodoro in retribution for him sending away the shifter she truly loved. In essence, the twins had been used as pawns, their grandfather and his legacy disgraced by the shame that Teodoro and his tribe brought down on them.
The most unfortunate part was that none of these events had hampered the desire that burned inside Eli and Ezra, the need that chewed at them constantly. Despite what Acacia had done they still wanted to sleep with her, still felt drawn to be in her arms, until they had no choice but to seek help, to seek out the shaman in search of some type of solace from the addiction that they now knew could destroy them and everything they were supposed to be.
And once theyâd finally found relief, Acacia had sent her minions for them. Sheâd died that night, alongside the shifters that had dragged the twins to her hut. All of them had died at the hands of Ezra and his twin. There were moments when Ezra thought they may have had the easy way out. Living and breathing every second of every day with the memories never seemed to be a victory in his eyes. Instead it bore down on him like a sadistic curse.
Now, the blaring lights from his laptop were the beacon. It was, for now, the call back to reality, to the life that he had to continue to lead, no matter what pain the past held. The waiting screen pulled him out of his reverie and Ezra immediately sat up, putting his fingers to the keyboard. Taking a deep breath he reached into his pocket and pulled out the USB drive heâd had with him while heâd worked at the lab today. Inserting it, he waited for the contents to appear then clicked on the first file.
For the next few hours he read, submersing himself in the world of chemical and biological warfare. His stomach clenched with all the projects he had knowledge of, all the ways supposedly intelligent humans had come up with to kill other humans. It was almost dawn when he clicked into the final file titled: The Genesis Project.
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Chapter 6
âFinally,â he whispered. âIâve finally found you.â
Lawrence Crowe sat back in the leather chair of his home office, staring at the video heâd just received. It was her, he had no doubt.
Of course there was a wig and sunglasses, but
Theyâd only been eighteenâsome would say that with pity and/or empathy for what the twin teenagers had gone through under the hand of the older, much more experienced daughter of the tribe leader. She was as powerful in that tribe and throughout that forest as she was gorgeous and sexually alluring. And to the boys who only two years before had experienced their awakening in the world of shape shifting, she was a walking, talking wet dream. Only the dream became a stark reality as they soon became Acaciaâs sex toys.
She taught them everything there was to know about the physical act of being pleasured and pleasing a partner. Through the gatherings in a sweaty hut, lit by torches in the twilight hours she showed them how dark sexual pleasure could go, how intense the need could churn and how fearsome a Shadow Shifter could be in slaking that need. She showed them that there was only need, only hunger, and in the end, never love.
Inevitably, Ezra now thought, sheâd shown the brothers that emotions and addictions were for the fragile and that in the Shadow Shifter world there was absolutely no room for weakness. Everything that had happened between them was a game, a means to an end for the lovely princess. Sleeping with and toying with the minds of the young Top è tenia trainees was a jab at her father, a disgraceful alliance Acacia had hoped to use against Teodoro in retribution for him sending away the shifter she truly loved. In essence, the twins had been used as pawns, their grandfather and his legacy disgraced by the shame that Teodoro and his tribe brought down on them.
The most unfortunate part was that none of these events had hampered the desire that burned inside Eli and Ezra, the need that chewed at them constantly. Despite what Acacia had done they still wanted to sleep with her, still felt drawn to be in her arms, until they had no choice but to seek help, to seek out the shaman in search of some type of solace from the addiction that they now knew could destroy them and everything they were supposed to be.
And once theyâd finally found relief, Acacia had sent her minions for them. Sheâd died that night, alongside the shifters that had dragged the twins to her hut. All of them had died at the hands of Ezra and his twin. There were moments when Ezra thought they may have had the easy way out. Living and breathing every second of every day with the memories never seemed to be a victory in his eyes. Instead it bore down on him like a sadistic curse.
Now, the blaring lights from his laptop were the beacon. It was, for now, the call back to reality, to the life that he had to continue to lead, no matter what pain the past held. The waiting screen pulled him out of his reverie and Ezra immediately sat up, putting his fingers to the keyboard. Taking a deep breath he reached into his pocket and pulled out the USB drive heâd had with him while heâd worked at the lab today. Inserting it, he waited for the contents to appear then clicked on the first file.
For the next few hours he read, submersing himself in the world of chemical and biological warfare. His stomach clenched with all the projects he had knowledge of, all the ways supposedly intelligent humans had come up with to kill other humans. It was almost dawn when he clicked into the final file titled: The Genesis Project.
Â
Chapter 6
âFinally,â he whispered. âIâve finally found you.â
Lawrence Crowe sat back in the leather chair of his home office, staring at the video heâd just received. It was her, he had no doubt.
Of course there was a wig and sunglasses, but
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