Page 16 of Taken By the Twins

I’m so fucking horny. Leaving those dreams has me crawling with need, and though odds are that—with their sight, and with their ability to read me because of my essence—they know whenever I’m masturbating, I could give a shit.

I need to get off, and I need to get off now.

Too bad one of the demons has other ideas.

Rap, tap, tap.

“Tandy? I’ve brought you your meal.”

That lyrical voice…Damien.

Pulling my hand out of my dress, I use my palm to fluff my hair, careful not to get any of the slick on my fingers in the strands. Scrabbling to my feet, I tug down the shadow dress Lucian wove for me after I complained of being stuck in my New Year’s Eve cocktail dress for two full days. It’s a near dupe, though it’s surprisingly more comfortable even without panties or a bra.

I don’t know why I didn’t ask for them. Lucian made three dresses for me, but when he asked if I needed anything else to be happy here, all I wanted was a light blanket to cover me as I slept. It was only after he went back downstairs that I realized underclothes might’ve been a good idea—but maybe not when I’ve spent the last day and a half trying to figure out how I can get one of them to fuck me without promising them anymore than I already have.

I thought Lucian would be the lucky guy, but if Damien is, ahem,upto it…

I lean back in the bean bag chair, crossing my legs neatly at the ankle. “Come in.”

I was right. It is Damien, and the second he walks into the room, his nostrils flare notably. Breathing in deep, the tray he’s holding in his hands shaking slightly, he murmurs, “If ever there was a cunt that smelled as sweet, it would belong to you.”

My pussy clenches at the melodic way he says that. I wasn’t sure if he would even notice, but not only did he, but the Damien who barked at me the other night has been replaced by this… this…Romeo.

And Ilikeit.

With a slight inviting smile, I say, “I guess your nose is as good as your brother’s.”

He sets down the tray on my table. “Like Lucian, I am one of the doppelseers. I can read you. See your future, know your past… but I am also a Sombra male. You are a female in need. I can scent you anywhere in this cabin, feel your need anywhere in this realm. It calls to me, Tandy.”

I raise my eyebrows at him, my heartrate picking up as I slowly push off of the bean bag chair. “And you’re finally here. What happened, Damien? You finally answer the call?”

His hungry gaze darts away from me—but I know what I saw even as he tells me, “Lucian wanted me to bring you up your nextmeal. I have bread. Cheese. There will be more meat with your supper. For now, though, I have brought you some demon wine.”

I chuckle. “Trying to get me drunk?”

His brow furrows. “I thought you might prefer it to water. I’ve seen you drink human wine. You seem to like the taste.”

Too much sometimes, and that ends up getting me in trouble. But here in Sombra… how much trouble can I get into when I have two big, strong demon mates looking out for me?

The reminder that he knows everything about me because of some weird demon trick rattles me. What exactly does he see? I get the feeling that he’s the more judgmental twin, and while there are a lot of things I’m proud of in my life, there’s plenty that I’mnot.

But if they know everything… well, fuck it. I might as well own it.

There are two things that Tandy Lewis can do exceptionally well: I can sing, and I can fuck. These two guys don’t seem like they’re big girly pop fans, but if they want sex as much as I do…

I pad over to him in my bare feet. He watches me warily, almost like he’s the prey and I’m the predator. Maybe I am. I definitely feel like I’m on the prowl, and before he can slip out of my reach, I take a deep breath and lay my palms over his bare chest.

Like Lucian, Damien is in his solid, red-skinned form. He has shadows woven from hip-height down, but no shirt. His skin is so hot, he almost burns my palms… but it feels good, too. Like curling up under a heated blanket during winter, having this big body pressing down on me will probably be amazing.

But that’s later. For now? I go up on my tiptoes and, at the same time, move my hands to his shoulders. I tug down on him, and though he looks confused, Damien squats enough that I can press my lips against his.

It was a kiss. A simple kiss. If they want to fuck me, I figure this is the best way to start.

But Damien?

He doesn’t kiss me back.

Instead, he waits until I feel stupid trying to coax him to open his lips any longer and pull away from him before he eases my hands off of his shoulders. His expression closes off as he backs away.

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