Page 35 of Taken By the Twins

This from the demon who handled me as easily as if I was a grown human maneuvering a toddler around? Please. Demonic or halfway there, I don’t think hecanhurt me.

“You won’t,” I say, lacing my voice with absolute certainty. “But, Damien… you’re the one who’s hurting. You don’t have to. I can make you feel good.” And then, because Iamabsolutelycertain that this demon will never do anything more except reject me and hurt my feelings, I drop my hand, searching his shadows for the cock that has to be in there.

I find that, too.

It’s hard. Heavy. As deliciously thick as his twin’s which tells me that they reallyareidentical.

It’s also undeniably an erection which means that, even if he believes he’s on the cusp of losing himself forever to the shadows, he is at least attracted to me.

Does he recognize me as his fated mate?

I squeeze. “I promise. I want this. I wantyou.”

“You are Lucian’s,” he rumbles.

With my other hand, I cup his throat because it’s about as high as I can reach while still holding onto his dick. My fingers dip an inch or so past his shadows, but the way his face tightens, his eyes closing briefly as though it feels amazing to him as it does me… I don’t think he minds.

Especially when I add in a soft whisper, “I’m yours. I always have been, even if I was too slow to realize it. But until you claim me as your mate, you won’t believe it. Will you, Damien?”

“If I do this, you won’t be able to change your mind. If you choose Lucian?—”

Is that what this is about? That he honestly believes that I would pick one twin over the other? Sure, Lucian is kind and sweet and I can talk to him for hours. But Damien? If I get to know him, I’m sure I’ll find things I can talk about with him, too. I already know his possessive side is perfect for me, and even if I had my doubts, Lucian loves him.

Lucian loves him, so why wouldn’t I?

“I did choose Lucian,” I remind Dmaien. But before he can walk away from me like I saw in my terrible dreams, I hurriedly add, “And this is me choosing you. It’s the three of us, okay? Forever and ever, that’s what I promised you. That’s what I’mhoping you’re going to promise me. But first… I need you Damien. Don’t you need me?”

Damien doesn’t say anything right away. Then, he moves so quickly, for a hot second there, I think I fucked up. Like,reallyfucked up. That I misjudged him, and that he really did go demonic. The white eyes are throwing me—I didn’t realize how much I got used to the purple one until now—and as he hoists me up, urging me to wrap my legs somewhat around his tree trunk of a thick waist, I think that fucking Damien might be the last thing I do.

And if it is? What a way to go…

But, no. I shove that idea out of my head before Damien can pick up on it from my essence before he’s not trying to get away from me. As he shoves my shadow dress up so that I’m naked from the waist down, it’s the exact opposite.

He’s not trying to get away from me. He’s trying to getinsideof me.

Can he see in the dark? I’m not sure, but it takes him a few moments before he’s lodged the tip of his shadowy cock inside of me. Sensing the slight resistance because a) he’s seven feet tall and he’shuge, and b) I’m nice and wet, but he’s attempting to fuck me standing up so that angle is different than in missionary, Damien hesitates.

Ah,hell, no.

I shift my hips until I can take him myself. It helps that, as a shadow demon, Damien can control the shape and size of his shadows. When I’ve seen him or Lucian like this, it’s like a hazy silhouette of their true features. But then I saw Lucian turn only parts of himself to shadow when we fucked, like his claws and cock, so I know they can control them.

Damien does now. Making his cock the perfect size to stretch me out completely without hurting me at all, he bottoms out inside of me as I cling to his biceps with my nails.

He roars again, only this time? It’s a sound of pure pleasure that echoes in the eerily quiet shadowy woods. At the sound of him claiming me, the other white eyes wink out, leaving us completely alone.

Fine with me. I’m more than a little preoccupied as Damien—myDamien—begins to thrust.

As the roar dies out, the only sounds I hear are his soft grunts, my muffled moans as I bury my face against his chest, and the squeak as his shadow dick moves in and out of my soaked pussy. I can tell what he’s doing. This isn’t about pleasure, or about making love. Not really. That will come later, when it’s me, Damien, and Lucian together, but for now?

He’s doing exactly what I basically begged of him. He’s claiming me as his.

So me? I just kind of hang on for the ride as he fucks me. But just like when Lucian was about to come, the same strange thing happens after Damien picks up his rhythm: I start to come around his cock without anything other than penetration to get me to do it. And that’s definitely more unexpected this time. Bless Damien’s heart, but he’s awkward, kind of stilted, and his movements are quick as though he’s hurrying to finish. I did expect this first time would be as quick as it was when I enjoyed Lucian’s solid body so I’m not disappointed at all when that same warmth floods my pussy as he climaxes inside of me, but that’s because I’m climaxing with him.

They’ll learn. With Tandy Lewis as their mate, I’ll teach them about stamina in no time. About what I like, and how to make me come before they nut in me. Granted, for absolute beginners, Lucian managed to before—both when he fucked me and when he ate my pussy out—and as I squeal against his pec, Damien is doing it now, but just in case it’s only beginner’s luck, we’ll have to work on it.

Hey. We have all eternity to get it perfect.

CHAPTER 14

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