Page 39 of Taken By the Twins

I was wrong.

Look at me now. I didn’t just acceptonefated mate for all of eternity. Oh, no. I havetwo.

And I don’t think I could have chosen any better myself.

If you ask my demons, they’ll insist that it wasn’t my choice. Not really. Their gods blessed them with me, and while I could choose to bond myself to them or not, as soon as I read that true spell and made the mating vow, I was theirs.

All I wanted was someone to love me. I gottwo, and they wanted me so badly, they waited almostthree thousand yearsto fuck me for the first time. I didn’t even know they were virginswhen we met. Lucian was so eager to sleep with me the first time, and when I followed Damien into the woods, there was no hesitation. That demon ripped off my clothes and draped my legs over his shoulders like he’d done it a million times.

Nope. It was just pure instinct and three freaking millennia of wet dreams that made them my perfect lovers.

They are perfect, too. They basically worship me. I have everything I want, plus the bonus of immortality because I agreed to let them bond themselves to me. As if I could refuse. No saggy tits ever. No grey hairs. I’ll never grow old, they’ll never cheat on me—or me on them—and I had the added bonus of watching Damien terrorize the hell out of Jared before he clonked him on the head before shoving him out of mine.

Sure, the essence exchange itself isn’t perfect. I had to figure out a way to throw up a block inside my mind as soon as their existence filled it. Two demons times three thousand years, give or take? That many memories would break my brain, and I’m happy to move forward with my demons based on what I know about them so far.

And what Idoknow?

Is that they love me. They’ll never stray. They’ll be devoted lovers who will pleasure me until I’m boneless, then carry me to the tub where Damien washes my feet and Lucian lathers my back. There isn’t anything they won’t do to make me certain in my choice to accept them, and if I get a flash of two very familiar faces in my mind whenever their essence ekes out a little, I finally learn the truth about how far they went to get me to be their forever.

The gods gave me to them, but they had a little help. Turns out that my former bandmates—both BillieandSierra, can you believe it—were tied by fate to a demon of their own. As powerful seers, Lucian and Damien could sense my relationship to my old friends whenever they ran into Billie or Sierra. Put themtogether, and for the first time, my demons could finally sense I was theirs, and that those two were the clue to my identity.

And my old friends?

They set me up. Sierra made contact with me for the first time in years so I would feel confident approaching her when the news about her pregnancy broke. Billie helped from the Sombra side since—surprise—she lives here with her mate. Between the two of them, they told my demons everything about me that they knew, and I wondered why they could guess exactly what buttons of mine to press to get me to react the way they wanted?

My essence helped, obviously, but so did my former friends.

For the next few days, I enjoy my new mates. Sometimes I focus on giving Damien my undivided attention, then Lucian, but most of all, it’s the three of us together. Considering how I’m the focus oftheirattention when we are, I have to say, I much prefer it.

But I knew I’d have to face my friends eventually. And when it’sDamienwho suggests we take a trip to Nuit—the village where Billie lives and Sierra often visits—how can I refuse?

I can’t, and away our moving house goes.

I’ll admit it:when Damien and Lucian eventually park the house on the edge of Nuit, marching into the village as they flank me on both sides, I’m more relieved that I should be that Sierra isn’t currently in Sombra.

Though she’s taken a back seat to superstardom, Sierra still spends most of her time in the human world. Guessing how I would react when her pregnancy leaked—and she really is pregnant, just with a half-demon baby—she knew I would run right to her apartment. Just like how she’d known that I’d benosy enough to grab the book and read the spell if she left a bookmark on the page, the grimoire out on her coffee table.

Insane, isn’t it? Lucian confirmed that, as his mate, I was a complete mystery to my demons until they took my hands and I inadvertently sent my essence over to him and his twin. But Sierra, a friend I’d been on the outs with for more than a decade, inferred from my teenaged personality how I’d react as someone in their early thirties.

And, damn it, she wasright.

I did everything she expected me to, and it was all on purpose. Both of my former bandmates were instrumental in helping me find my demon mates. I’m not so sure how I feel about that yet. Grateful, certainly, since I can’t imagine spending the rest of my immortal life with anyone else, but would a heads up have killed them?

Part of me wonders if keeping quiet about Sombra demons and my fated tie to Damien and Lucian was her way of getting back at me just a little bit. Now that I know she also has bonded to one of these magnificent males, that makes her just as immortal. We’ll have an eternity to hash out our past, and for me to make up betraying her the way I did.

Call me a procrastinator, but I’m okay with waiting until maybe my third or fourth decade before begging my old friend for forgiveness again. I’ve tried, never blaming her for refusing to accept I was sorry, and I want to believe that it wasn’t all just a trick to get me here that had Sierra reaching out in the first place… but, while I’m in the honeymoon stages of bliss with my demons, I’d rather not bring up the past.

Though that doesn’t mean no one else will…

Sierra isn’t here, but Billie is. Standing next to a towering red-skinned male withtwopairs of horn and glowering green eyes, she starts shaking her head the second she sees me.

Not in anger or pissiness, though. More like shock mingled with amusement that she’s here, and so am I.

Living in this shadow realm looks good on Billie. Her skin is glowing, her big, bouncy, golden blonde curls surprisingly well-styled considering there’s no product here unless Sierra is supplying her with some, and she’s wearing a beautiful, handwoven dress that shows off her healthy figure.

To my surprise, she actually reaches out, grabs my arm so she can tug me away from my mates and into a quick hug that nearly squeezes the life out of me.

“Tandy Lewis,” she says, a laugh in her voice as she releases me. “You don’t do things by halves, do you? Can’t just be the fated mate to one of these guys. Oh, no. You need two.”

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