Page 4 of Taken by the Twins (Sombra Demons #7)

CHAPTER 4

I PROMISED?

TANDY

O ne second, the ghost of some figure was a black mass of shadows with very indistinct features. The next? It— he —solidifies into a monstrous-looking guy.

And I don’t mean ugly. Even as I flinch, recoiling away from his outstretched claws, I don’t think he’s ugly . Different, definitely. His skin is a deep red color, his hair as black as ink and longer than mind as it spills in a sheet down his back. He has horns the same color, arching up and over his head. His muscles have fucking muscles, he’s that ripped, and if he’s anything shy of seven feet tall, I’ll eat my stiletto heel.

He has ridges over his brow. Nothing covers his chest, though my initial panicked inspection reveals that his lower half is covered in the same shadows that made him up only seconds ago.

And his eyes…

His eyes are the strangest part of a strange ass monster thing . I don’t know what he is, a demon or what, but his eyes make my stomach go queasy, and my brain catch up to what I’m seeing in front of me enough for my fight or flight instinct to kick in.

He has two different colored eyes. They’re both glowing brightly out of his dark face, one of them a vivid white, the other undeniably purple .

The monster says something to me in a surprisingly soft voice. Do I know what it is? Fuck, no. It’s in that same strange language, and I’m too busy screaming inside of my head to make out anything he’s telling me.

So I decide to scream out loud. That seems like the thing to do, right? Scream bloody murder so that the monster decides that I’m too much trouble to gobble up.

Because, trust me. I’ve been with enough guys to know when someone is imagining serving you up on a silver platter, and this monster? Whether he wants to eat me or eat me, I don’t know, but I avoid his outstretched hand—Claws, I think, look at those freaking two inch-long claws —just in time to turn and bolt in any other direction than where he is.

Big mistake, Tandy. Big, big mistake.

Because the second I turn, I end up right in the embrace of someone as big, as solid, and as physically hot to the touch as I’m bettering the other monster is.

His arms close around me for a fleeting second. At that moment, I feel safe, but it lasts half as long as that second. Safe? How can I be safe when there are two of them?

Holy shit, Tandy, there are two of them.

I back up, nearly falling thanks to my three-inch heels, and I spin, searching from one of the monsters to its— his— twin .

There is not a single doubt in my mind that, whoever they are… whatever they are… they’re identical twins. Hang on… no. Not identical. While each of these two demonic-looking beasts have one purple eye, one white eye, it’s the reverse on the other. Like they’re mirror images, only instead of looking at their brother, they’re looking at me.

The first monster says something.

His twin responds.

I whimper, realizing that I brought these two hear with that stupid fucking spell, and now I’m trapped between them.

One of the monsters is at my back. The other is stalking toward me, but he’s so bulky, he’s basically blocking me from leaving the living room through the door that’ll lead to the hall. He’s big, but his steps are careful, and I know without knowing how, if I make a break for it, he’s quick and nimble enough to stop me.

So I don’t go anywhere. I stand between them, pretending like they’re T-rexes or something, and that if I don’t move, they won’t see me.

I wish that worked. It doesn’t of course. Just because they’re speaking to each other in another language doesn’t mean they’re unintelligent. I don’t think they are. There’s intent in every move they make, and an emotion that is so similar to human desire, my knees go a little weak.

That proves to be my downfall. I stumble, and the second I do, the two of them are right there .

One of the big red monsters takes my right hand. The other grabs my left.

I don’t know what happens next, or how to explain it really. Though there’s something strangely alluring about their chiseled features, their height, their sculpted chests, and their mismatched eyes, and I’ve been know to be attracted to anyone with a cock and a pulse—and if they’re proportionate in size, they’ve got to have monster dongs under their strange leather-like pants—this is insane .

I can’t want to fuck a monster. Like, I have to have limits.

And yet… the moment their heated flesh touches mine, I don’t scream again. I don’t try to fight. I let them grab me, a rush of arousal making me just as hot as these two, and when they tug on my arms, it isn’t until they’re carrying me through the fiery portal that I even worry about being burned to a crisp until it’s too late.

I survive.

There were flames. I swear there were. But the second I’m yanked through the portal, they seem to disappear. At the very least, I’m not burned, though when I find solid ground beneath my heels again, the room is so warm, I immediately start to swelter.

I’m inside somewhere. Where? No fucking clue. It’s a somewhat bare space, twice the size of my hotel room, with an empty silver-looking bathtub on one side of the room, a table made out of dark wood on another, and a huge—and I mean huge— bean bag looking thing with a fur-like covering serving as a blanket taking up most of the space.

There’s a window, too, and I slip out of their hold before they can increase their grip on me. I can squirm when necessary, and I’ve spent the last fifteen years on heels so they don’t slow me down at all.

Within seconds, I’m at the window, and the only thought running through my head when I see the inky black shadows surrounding a field of red, black, and grey ash: Oh, Tandy. I don’t think you’re in Kansas anymore—er, Manhattan.

Shit. For that matter, thanks to the strange black moon with the sliver a gold one along the side of it, I don’t think I’m even on Earth .

Is that what happened? I… what? Accidentally summoned a pair of demon twins who kidnapped me to their realm?

I don’t know. I can’t talk to them, either, since they clearly don’t speak English. My phone is back at Sierra’s place, tucked in the clutch I never had the chance to grab. I have nothing but my panties, my dress, and my heels, though even if I did snatch my phone up, what good would it do? It’s not like I’ll get service in a different plane, and as impressive as translations apps are, could I really use it to find out what they’re saying?—

“Be eat ease, Tandy. I am Lucian. That is my brother Damien. Do not fear. We will not harm you.”

Well, first of all, I didn’t think they were going to until he mde it a point to assure me that they wouldn’t. Second?—

“You can… you can talk? I mean, in English?”

Lucian nods. “Because of your essence, dear one. Thank you. It’s clear that you didn’t know Sombran?—”

“Sombran?” I ask, interrupting the monster and not really caring that I did. He took me here. Both of them did. The least they can do is explain where here is.

“Yes. We are Sombra demons. This our world. Our home. And your room.”

Forget that last part. Sue me, but I’m more interested in the first thing he said.

“Demons?” I echo. Look at that. I guess my initial reaction was right. They are demon twins!

“We are the doppelseers,” he continues.

And… he’s lost me again. Though, to be fair, I’m not sure he ever found me.

“The what? Hold on. Let’s backtrack to you guys being demons ? — ”

“We, dear one, are you mates.”

Okay. That one renders me speechless for a second.

I can only think of a few reasons why he would use that word, and considering I doubt the UK or Australia has two moons like this place does, I high doubt he means ‘mate’ like ‘buddy’.

“Mates? Like… ‘fucking’ mates? ‘Banging’ mates?” I lift my hands. With my left, I form a circle with my thumb and pointer finger. With my right, the pointer finger stays extended. I poke the hole I made. “Mates, like you want to do this to me.”

Lucian’s eyes light up. As the glow brightens, the purple looks paler, closer to the strange white color of his other eye. “Are you prepared to take us now? We can claim you each first, or together. How is it done with humans?” He gestures at the big ass bean bag chair. “Would you like to mate now? Or,” he adds, waving at the empty silver bathtub. With a flex of his fingers, water starts to run from the spout without him going anywhere near it. “Or would you like to bathe first?”

I don’t know whether to be offended that he’s implying I might be a dirty human or that he can just take me along with his twin and I’ll jump into the bed and fuck two demons at the same time.

Okay. To be fair, that is a very ‘Tandy’-like thing to do. If I agreed to this madness, it wouldn’t be my first threesome. It wouldn’t even be my first time with a pair of twins, though banging two seven-foot-tall demons who seem to think that I will simply because I’m their ‘mate’ is surprisingly a first for me.

Wow. Just when you thought you’d done everything…

I shake my head. “Sorry, but I don’t think any of that is happening tonight.”

“It’s too soon. I understand?—”

“Tandy,” I provide quickly. Having him call me a pet name like ‘dear one’ makes it all too obvious why they brought me here.

Lucian frowns. “Yes. I know that.”

Right. Because he stole my soul—sorry. My essence and now I’m expected to believe he knows everything about me.

Which, now that I think about it, would explain why he thought I’d shrug and start to strip before climbing into that bean bag chair with him and his curiously quiet twin. If he learned enough about me to pick up English from my brain and picked out my name, he’s gotta know that I like to have sex.

Does that mean I’m about to bang the two demons who took me to their world without so much as a ‘what are your plans for New Year’s Eve?’ Hell. At least Jared tried to start small talk before attempting to hook up.

“Fine. Then you also know that I’m easy, but I’m not that easy. So thanks for the trip, but I’m going to have to pass.”

“Pass?” Lucian frowns. “But you cannot do that, Tandy.”

Like hell, I can’t. “Look. Lucian, right?”

“Yes. And my twin is Damien.”

His twin is staring at me so intently, I shiver anytime I glance over at him. “Okay. Anyway, I don’t know about this place… this Sombra… but where I come from, no means no. So I’m flattered that you decided I’m the human woman you two want to tag team, but I’m gonna have to say no again and ask you to send me on my way back to New York. ‘Kay?”

For a second, Lucian watches me with a slightly dazed expression. I guess I understand it. If his only grasp of English as a language is through me , it’s probably taking a second for him to make sense of what I said.

And when he does? He shows off his fangs in a smile that should terrify me instead of make me curious about how he wields those suckers when he kisses—and when he does other things with his mouth.

“You are a most interesting female, dear one,” says Lucian. “The gods have blessed us with the perfect mate.”

Mate again. “I’m not your mate?—”

“You are.”

For the first time since we arrived in this room, Damien speaks up.

I have no choice but to look at him—and, yup, there goes the shivers running up and down my spine again. “No,” I say firmly. They know English now. They know what I’m saying. “I’m not.”

Unlike his twin, Damien’s eyes don’t go bright. They dim, and for some reason, my stomach goes tight. And then he says, “But you are. You made the mate’s promise. After you manifested us in your world, calling us to you, you vowed to be your mate. You gave us your essence. You are ours.”

I am?

No. There has to be a mistake. I didn’t promise anything?—

Oh.

Oh .

The first part of the spell I read… it said ‘manifest’ in the column, didn’t it? And the second paragraph… didn’t it say ‘promise’?

Welp, I obviously manifested two hulking, surprisingly attractive demons into Sierra’s apartment before they brought me to their world.

Who’s to say I didn’t do exactly what Damien said and promise to be their mate?

Happy fucking New Year, Tandy.

Pity I didn’t put find a pair of demon twins to accidentally summon and then marry onto my New Year’s resolution list.