Page 1 of Taken By the Twins

CHAPTER 1

RED

LUCIAN

Iseered.

In our future. In our past. Whenever the visions come to me, featuring my twin and I instead of any other Sombra demon in our realm, everything I see is tinged with red… and after nearly three millennia as a seer, I still don’t know what that means.

And that is frustrating because, between Damien and I, we knoweverything.

We are the doppelseers. Two male demons born of the same essence, we were blessed by the gods with the gift of sight. What I see, Damien knows. What Damien senses, I understand.

Except forred.

It wasn’t always red. For so long, the future was shadowed. We see all, except for that which concerns my twin and I in particular, until the day it changed—and now it’s all the same fiery shade hiding what I desperately want to see.

Red has meaning to my brother and I. After all, itisthe color of Sombra. With its two moons—one gold and one dark—andthe reflection of fire burning endlessly in the ash fields, ours is a shadowy world that is as red as the cast that covers my visions now whenever I focus on the single prophecy that I’ve waited nearly thirty centuries to see come to pass.

Damien and I together, a faceless female between us as she takes our cocks, takes our essence, takes our power… and, finally, as part of a trio, we are whole.

But while I’ve existed all this time by remembering the fleeting sensation of pleasure, of how it’ll feel when I finally work my length inside of my one true mate’s cunt instead of stroking it quickly with my hand just to find some relief, I don’t seeher. I don’t know who she is. And Damien… he needs the relief even more than I do. Bottled up tightly, always on the verge of losing the last vestiges of the purple in his gaze, when my twin is sensing the twisted future for our fellow Sombrans or doing favors for the duke himself, Damien lives and breathesred…

Red like fire.

Red like love.

Red likeneed…

We need our mate. All Sombra males do, but as the doppelseers… we’ve existed longer than any other demon in our realm because our life will only truly begin when she accepts us as hers.

It’s been nearly thirty centuries since our wait began. Three millennia spent waiting—and, at long last, it’s almost over.

Though a slightly different shade, red is also the color of our demon skin, when we turn solid and step out of our individual shadows. But though the female I dream of and Damien longs for is shielded from her males, one thing has always been clear to us both: our one true mate is no demon. She is a mythical human female from the legendary world of the mortals, and the reason our wait is as long as it is is because she didn’t exist until a fewdecadesago.

Damien saw her in his visions first. When she was born, he knew, though we had to then accept we’d have to wait until she was mature enough to receive us, and for the matefinder spell to connect us. Even so, Damien sensed her essence before I first saw the shadows shift to red in my own visions.

In his unique way of sharing what he sees, Damien spoke of a dying ember, a spark that would ignite us both, then snuff out quickly like the fires in the fields that end up suffocated by the mounds and mounds of ash on the edge of the shadows unless she chose to bond herself to us both.

My twin has a tendency to speak in riddles. It is a consequence of our birth. He is closer to the realm of gods than any other demon in Sombra, and he sees much farther than the respected seers that serve their individual clans.

The doppelseers serve Sombra, though our loyalty is first to Duke Haures, the ruler of our world. We are the ones who pushed him to oust King Yelios after we sensed that our mate would be a mortal—and that Haures would be the first to claim one of the human females as his own.

That happened three decades ago; both Haures’s claiming of his duchess, and the certainty that mine and Damien’s female finally existed. After our lengthy wait, the boundGrimoire du Sombrawith the matefinder spell inside its pages did what I knew it would: it gave Haures’s mate the ability to call the duke to the human world, setting into motion the prophecy we made so many centuries before.

Susanna found him. She summoned him, and she mated him. Once our female has the grimoire in her possession, she will do the same for us.

Gods willing, that is. Damien and I saw the dark-haired female as she welcomed Haures into her body and her heart. When it comes to our own mortal, there is no certainty that she will.

But shemust. If not for my sanity, then for my brother’s...

Every demon exists with one purpose in mind: to choose a mate, love them, claim them, and share their essence with them. Our essence is designed to be given away, but only once; unless, of course, you are a rare demon twin like Damien and I. It is our most fervent wish to find our one true mate, though some demons settle for any female that will have them.

Damien and I have always known that we must wait forher. For the one soul who would eventually welcome two males in her heartandher body. No one else would accept the doppelseers as her future, and if she doesn’t… we might not have one.

Because if she doesn’t accept the both of us? Damien will perish, and without my twin, so will I.

We are the doppelseers. Our powers are both vast and unique, but they are not limitless. Damien saw that Haures would find his mate in a dark-haired human female who would rule by his side in Mavro, while hiding behind the shadows that Haures sacrificed in her name long before she ever existed in her mortal world.