Bringer of Light

Sandwiched between two grown ass men is nothing to play around with. One was hugging me from behind with his arms around my hips. While he was crammed against my body and crushes me with his massive limbs, the other wolf simply holds me to his chest as I use it for a pillow. One arm was wrapped around my shoulders and I knew there was no escaping without waking them up. Honestly, waking them up is the last thing I want to do because they look so adorable when they sleep.

Ocean Eyes snores softly, and I can't help but giggle at his open lips. They weren't puckered or pouted, but just softly laying there begging for a kiss. I bit my own bottom lip, wondering if I should. If I do, well, I receive a kiss out of it. If I don't, I'll be able to stare at this sight a little bit longer.

Either way, it seems more like a win-win situation than a win-lose situation.

Before I could get the chance to reject the idea, I reached forwards and kissed his lips. Our kiss was soft, yet quick enough to leave a tiny taste. After pulling away, I watch him stir a bit before tightening his grip on me. I giggle, earning a smile from Ocean Eyes. He only smiles with his eyes closed, pulling me closer to his body. With a smirk, I raise up and innocently peck his lips. Once my mouth had touched his, his eyes widened for a moment before he bestows an award-winning smile all for me.

I chuckle, resting my hands on his chest and then my chin settles in top of them. Ocean Eyes and I only stare at one another for a few moments, neither one of us knowing what to say. The wolf plays with my crazed out hair while I lay my head on his chest and smile contently when I hear his heart beat. When I open my eyes, I find Chocolate Drops grinning at me. I attempt to hide behind my own arms, but the damn Hershey Chocolates pulls me from Ocean Eyes' chest, then I'm on my back against the mattress.

He leans down, gently kissing my forehead. "Good mornin', mah spellcas'er," he mumbles, his rough morning voice sends chills to the darkest parts of me.

Soon, both wolves are in my line of sight. They stare intently down at me as Ocean Eyes begins to play with a few loose curls and Chocolate Drops traces his fingers down my arm. I rise up to back away to the headboard at the sudden contact. Both wolves growl lowly, jerking me back to them once again.

"Hey! Let me have a little space," I demand with the raise of my voice.

Both wolves narrow their eyes at me before Chocolate Drops creates reasonable distance between us, but not much. Ocean Eyes, on the other hand, refused to separate the two of us, which was fine with me as long as he keeps his hands to himself.

I swallowed my saliva, looking between the two, confused. They both look at me expectantly, and then I realize that I have no idea who these Wolvenrians are. I lick my lips before I inquire, "Who are you two?"

The two wolves look between one another before Chocolate Drops turns to me with a gorgeous smile. His hand caresses mine in his. He kisses my skin tenderly, obviously trying to woo me. A faint blush colors my cheeks as he only smirks happily. "I am Theros Lenzina, ah Were Alpha." He introduces himself vaguely. I can tell he's telling the truth, but I didn't really get the whole "Were Alpha" thing.

I nod, remembering the name, Theros. A sudden clasp of my left hand directs my attention to Ocean Eyes. Instead of looking at me, he watches his fingertips ghost over my skin. "The Lycan Alpha, Thesis McCo'm." I watch his hand tenderly touch my cheeks, then our eyes cross. His plump Wolvenrian lips form a crescent moon as the back of his fingers touch my skin. I lean onto his hand, mine suddenly taking his as the other searches for Theros.

Thesis and Theros; my gorgeous Wolvenrian men.

I giggle at his accent, curious if I heard him right. Looking in his eyes, I ask the burning question. "Is it McColm, or McCom?" I had learned Thesis' accent prevented him from saying a few words correctly in my ears, so I did my best to piece together his speech.

He chuckles softly. "It's McCo'm."

His answer helps me none at all. Rolling my eyes at his reply, I smile. "McCom, it is!" My voice came out pretty loud as I released both their hands from mine.

Thesis frowns, "No, it is ta firs'." His face is all serious as I turn to Theros, who has been smiling fondly at the two of us.

Laughing, I touch Thesis' face. "I know, I know! It was a joke, Thesis." He growled lowly when I spoke his name. His hands find my hips and he picks me up from the bed. I notice a few of my knick-nacks and the dresser behind Theros, realizing they must have carried me to my room.

Thankfully, I'm still in my robe.

As I sit in Thesis' lap, Theros suddenly takes my legs to put them on his lap. Caught off guard at the sudden affection, I turn between the two.

"Well, I might as well tell you my name," I chuckle, smiling.

"Mara," Thesis' husky whisper causes a shiver down my spine.

Biting my lips, I shake my head. Both wolves glance at me, confusion written on their face. I giggle at their reactions. "My name is Damara," I held my palm towards the ceiling, releasing a spark of blue lights and dust.

"Bringer of Light." The lights fade, taking the mobile dust along with it.

When I glance at Theros' face, he smiles with wide eyes. Soon, his hands grab mine, inspecting the limb. Thesis' arms encircled my waist, drawing me tighter to his warmth. "Yer simp'y amazin', Damara."

His breath fans my ear, his lips were near my earlobe and with a tender smile, I meet his gaze. He stares at me with admiration and care, so much that I have to stare at the head of the bed instead of his ocean eyes.

Theros caresses my cheek, raising my eyes to his. I stare at the hershy chocolates, blushing because of the compliment. Theros' thumb rubs my cheek tenderly with a bright smile on his face. "Yer gift— It's beau'iful." His eyes held pure honesty and the look he sent me brought tears to my eyes. I pull away, wiping the tears.

Theros holds my free hand as I wrap my other one with Thesis', and I let out a small sigh. "Thank you," my eyes flicker to Theros first, then to Thesis.

"Thank you." Thesis settles his nose in my hair when Theros tightens his grip on my hand.