"Hurry up!" the three of them replied and then were out of my sight. I looked up at Adonis as he gave me a flirty smirk.
"Looks like I'm your only student, Professor Thorn." He winked and waltzed over to the chair Tristan had been sitting in. Lowering into the pink fluffiness, he leaned back like he sat on a throne and graciously lifted his right leg to rest on his left, his eyes absorbing every curve and line of my body.
"Proceed with your lecture as you try on the remaining three sets. I'll wait."
"Tease," I muttered, annoyed with how sexy he could be using that seductive voice of his.
It was the one thing about incubi that made them so dangerous. Whether they looked like gods or sewer monsters, all they had to do was use that low rumble voice of theirs and sold. You'd automatically find them attractive, and whether you kept your panties on or off was entirely in their hands.
Dangerous or not, Adonis was one of my four "brothers," or bros, for short. Obviously, we were all from different family backgrounds, and Everett never officially adopted us. He didn't think we deserved to be locked down into a family simply because we'd been gathered together by circumstance.
Not adopting us gave us the freedom to keep our family names, something that was still important in the supernatural world, even though our parents had discarded us. It also meant that if we suddenly didn't meet eyes with Everett anymore, we could go our separate ways with no hard feelings.
We all knew that wouldn't happen, simply because Everett was the calmest supernatural I'd ever met.
Unless you stole his jar of honey as a prank. Then you might as well dig your grave, lie in it, and cover yourself up before he finds you.
Anyway, my brothers were as different as they came. Tristan Cardinal. Twenty-four, laid-back shapeshifter. He was the playful one of the bunch. Never too serious unless he wanted to commit a murder. The dangerous thing about shapeshifters was they could literally shift into anything they wanted.
A boy, a girl, your ex, a damn tree. From what he'd gathered from Everett regarding his family, they were some of the top shapeshifters in their community. As to why they'd decided Tristan wasn't a good fit for them was a mystery.
Everett had found him during the one of the worst snowstorms in NYC. I was surprised he hadn't frozen to death, but then again, what did he decide to magically shift into? A campfire.
It seemed completely odd for a bear to roam through the blizzard and see a burning flame in the corner of an alleyway, but it had happened. However, shifting into objects was something only a few shapeshifters could do, and it was costly on the body.
Tristan had almost died after having a two-week fever once he'd changed back. In his normal appearance, he was 6'0" like Otis and Adonis, and was frequently mistaken for an angel supernatural due to his last name, blue eyes, and shoulder-length blond hair.
Why he doesn't just change it is beyond me. I personally think he likes messing with people.
With his caramel complexion, it was hard for people to tell what ethnicity he was, and to be honest, none of us really knew either. He was a shapeshifter, after all, and that meant if he wanted to be Caucasian one day and African the next, he literally could.
Another thing that makes him dangerous. He's constantly being asked to join various police forces, navies, and secret ops organizations.
Then there was Dominick Goldenmoon. Twenty-three, and a smart cookie with perfect skin and flawless features. He'd been voted the sexiest fae alive for three years running.
His has an unusual, emerald green, butt-length hair. Top it all off with tiny strands of gold tinsel that changed color on his every command, and you had yourself a walking Christmas god.
Let's be real. If you hate Christmas, it's because you couldn't get an autograph from this hot thing of a fae.
Orange eyes like sunsets (complete with gold stars for a little added romance) and his ability to shift his height simply added to the fantasy he gave women — and men — every day with his face up on billboards and wall art.
And why had his parents given him up? Because he was too cute.
His parents said he attracted way too much attention with his cuteness, and due to their status and jobs at the time, it was necessary to keep him out of the public eye.
Or just everyone's eye.
Who knew if they were undercover spies, or maybe just didn't want to carry the burden of raising Dominick, but whatever the case, I had always wondered if they regretted it with how famous and successful Dominick had become.
He was the youngest billionaire in the world, and even with his jaw-dropping, panty-throwing looks, he could walk around the mall without getting mobbed. He might have to deal with a few autograph-seekers and human stalkers, of course, but the one thing about supernaturals was that they respected one's space.
Unless they're sent to kill you.
We'd only had one close call with a crazy stalker, but many forgot that Dominick was a fae and what they called a master. It was a fancy title to say he had the ability to control all the elements connected to nature. So fire, water, earth, the cool stuff.
He's basically a sexy Aang from Avatar. The animated series, of course.
Then there were my Von Dolorosa twin bros.
Otis and Adonis, twenty-five-year-old identical twins who somehow each took the entire genetic pool of one parent. Otis was a vampire like his father, while Adonis took his incubus trait from his succubus mother.
Their parents had obviously enjoyed a fling, a common activity among supernaturals to create potential badass hybrid children. When they gave birth to the twins, they expected both would be hybrids, and take over their fortune and coven while also having the ability to control with merely their voices…but their baby cocktail didn't go as planned.
Which was why the twins were ditched and raised by Everett.
The looked exactly the same with their short black hair — that they either spiked up or gelled back depending on their moods — and their daunting purple eyes, but they were complete opposites.
Adonis was chilled back and only cared about having a good time. He took things slow unless it meant getting to the bedroom faster, and he could whisk any supernatural off their feet with a little hint of tune.
Adonis was actually a balladeer who sang deep, soul-hitting romance songs. Some could break your heart and others could get you from zero to one thousand in the bedroom with the first three words.
Seeing as he only started at the beginning of this year, he was only a millionaire at the moment, but I was sure he'd end up on the Forbes list with Dominick by the new year.
Though he was relaxed most of the time, he actually was a hard worker when he wasn't reading or writing lyrics.
Or slicing all the lingerie I own for shits and giggles.
He also loved to paint his nails the aforementioned black or purple. No one ever teased or questioned him as to why he liked to do his nails, and it really wasn't anyone's business. It made him happy, and none of us cared.
Unless he ever chooses another color. Then we'll have questions.
His brother, on the other hand, was the complete opposite.
Otis was a jackass. No, that word wasn't close to defining his asshole personality. Maybe it was a vampire thing, or maybe he just liked being an angry jerk, but he was the definition of anger management problems.
His only two expressions were a frown and an emotionless glare, and if he did crack a smile, it was either because he was genuinely happy — which happened about three times a year in our group — or because he was excited to stab people with his nails and drain every bit of their blood.