Page 15 of Taken By the Twins

By the third day that I’m stuck in this room, I have to admit that they weren’t kidding when they insisted that I was their one true mate, and that I was supposed to stay with them forever.

Part of me reacts the same way I did when I saw the ‘true love’ spell in that old book. Like, sign me the fuck up, right? Two massive, ripped demons who look at me as if they’ve never seen anyone hotter… who tend to my every whim even as they take me as their captive… who promise me forever, and since they’re immortal, theymeanit… like, why would I refuse?

They’re offering me a place with no rent, I don’t have to work, they feed me surprisingly tasty meals, and once I made it clear that they can’t expect pussy right off the bat for the deal, Lucian vows that they will leave me to this room while bunking togetherdown below. Only if I let them in will they enter, and he’s held to his word ever since.

Part of me wants to go all in… but the part that has spent almost twenty years in the public eye—both good and bad—has learned a very valuable lesson: when something seems too good to be true, it usually is.

I haven’t found a downside yet. And, after my first demands to be brought back to the city went purposely—and, admittedly, apologetically ignored—I stopped pushing as hard for them to create one of those fiery portal things.

I mean, it’s been four days. I’ve gotta be fired by now. I missed the two New Year’s Day shows, plus the ones that followed. Even if I went back, where will I stay? What happened to all my stuff? Will the hotel trash it? When no one is paying for my room, probably.

Great.

My clutch has gotta be in Sierra’s apartment still. She’ll know it’s mine because of my phone and my ID, but will she ever figure out what happened to me? I mean, she had the book in her apartment… does she know about demons?

Or am I the lucky chick whose true love turned out to be a pair of demon twins who insist that I belong to both of them?

Over the last couple of days, I’ve gotten to know them. I had no choice, really. They brought me here, and though they’re giving me space, if I want to eat, I have to let them in.

They’re actually really sweet. Well.Lucianis. Though his twin made it a point to tell me I’m theirs, I haven’t seen Damien since. Lucian assures me that his brother regrets his outburst and simply wants me to feel comfortable around them.

He’s working double-time to make up for his broody twin. Once I accepted that this was real, that this was happening, he made an effort to connect with me and, well, I let him. Just because he instinctively knows everything about me becausethey stole my ‘essence’—which, if I understand correctly, is kind of like mysoul—he wants to make an effort to get to know me the human way.

So we talk. I tell him about my life, glossing over the worst parts of it. He tells me about this demon realm I’ve found myself in, and what exactly it means to be a demon’s mate.

There are a bunch of perks, I’ll tell you that. Some downsides, too, the biggest being that I’ve grown up in a world that is ruled by technology. Sombra? It’s basically run on magic. And while I appreciate never running out of hot water or how their fancy toilets make cleaning them obsolete so long as I don’t think about where the waste goes, I miss my phone. My computer. My television.

Without anything to distract me—and when Lucian can’t be around to occupy me—I’ve been sleeping a lot.

I keep having these weird dreams. You’d think I’d want to stay up to avoid them, but nope.

When I was a teenager, I dreamed about that book I found in Sierra’s apartment all the freaking time. After Lucian sat with me and explained just what a ‘doppelseer’ means—that he and his broody, quiet brother are the only demon twins in Somraandthey have the ability to see the future—I’ve begun to wonder a little.

It’s not just the book, either. From the moment the demon twins grabbed me, I keep getting these weird flashes of them doing all kinds of things to me. Some of them are as sweet as Lucian himself: massaging my back, serving me breakfast in that giant bean bag chair I’ve turned into my bed, combing my hair with their claws, and sitting together in a pile of surprisingly soft ash while watching flames flicker against the deep black shadows.

But, because I’m Tandy freaking Lewis, the dreams inevitably turn x-rated. I fantasize about doing everything withthese guys. Sleeping with them, both separately and together. Going down on one while the other takes me from behind. Gripping one of the male’s horns while he feasts on my pussy, his twin jacking off and coming all over my bare tits. Like, I’ve invented my own monster romance porno in my head, and I have to keep double-checking with Lucian that he can’t read my mind.

Oh, no. He can tell by my ‘essence’ how I’m doing. He has access to my memories and my emotions, and with a nose that’s really super fucking impressive, he can always tell when I’m turned on. After I made it clear that I’m not about to jump on his dick, he’s been careful not to mention my need, but every time his nostrils flare and he breathes in deep… I know that he knows that I want him.

Because, fuck it, Ido. I can’t help it. The visions are definitely affecting me, and the only reason I’ve held off as long as I have is because I can’t tell if they aremyfantasies or if the demon can puthisinto my head.

I asked him. I’ve got no shame. I never have. So I asked him if he can plant those psychic visions he gets into someone else’s mind, and while he admits that it’s possible to share them under the right circumstances, he swears that he hasn’t with me.

Not until I have his essence will he attempt to try that with a human, and since he can only do that with Damien—because of this twin bond thing they share—that hasn’t happened yet.

Not like Iwantit to. It’s hard enough to keep from reacting to this strange pull tugging me toward Lucian—and his twin—without being able to tell how much he wants me at any given moment. When he uses the strange woven shadows that act like leather here to hide his hard-on, I can’t tell by the obvious bulge. Still, the way he looks at me… yeah. He’s down for sex.

And, after another one of those x-rated dreams I just woke up from, I’m feeling a little needy myself.

The strangest part about them is that I can’t tell which demon is which while I’m in the middle of the vision. Lucian and Damien are almost completely identical, except for one difference: the way their mismatched eyes are the mirror version of their brother. I’ve learned that Damien has the left purple eye, Lucian has the right purple eye, but in my dreams? They always duck their heads so I can’t tell who is who.

But when all three of us are together, I have no doubt that, even if he’s avoiding me, Damien wants to fuck me as badly as his brother.

Am I broken? I might be. Because as much as I can’t help but be drawn to Lucian, there’s something about his brother that has caught my attention. Like, he’s keeping his distance, and thAt only makes me want him more…

Yup. I’ve gotta be broken.

And I tell myself that even as I start to slip my hand up my dress…

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