Page 6 of Taken by the Twins (Sombra Demons #7)

CHAPTER 6

JUST A KISS

TANDY

I don’t know why I thought that, if I played along nicely, did what they wanted—within reason—the demons would decide that they’d troubled me long enough and send me back on my way to New York.

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, they mean it… 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 together down 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. Lucian is. 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 because they stole my ‘essence’—which, if I understand correctly, is kind of like my soul —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 Somra and they 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 with these 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, I do . 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 are my fantasies or if the demon can put his into 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 I want it 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…

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, up to 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 I like it.

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 next meal. 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’m not .

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.

For a second, I think he’s about to leave without a word, but when he does speak, it only twists the knife of rejection to make sure that it really fucking hurts.

“Lucian will bring up your supper,” he mutters, and then he’s gone, closing the door firmly closed behind him.

I stare at for a few moments, then wipe my mouth with the back of his hand. That was my fault. Lucian wants me. His twin obviously doesn’t, and I’ll have to remember that.

Stalking over to the tray he brought up to me, I zero in on the wine bottle.

“Happy New Year, Tandy,” I say, grabbing the bottle by the next.

In Sombra or in New York, it looks like this year might be just like the last few after all.

“Tandy?” ANother knock knock. “Are you awake?”

I almost tell him to go away. The bread and cheese from before have barely been touched; rejection has always managed to turn my stomach and earlier today was no different. On the plus side, since I couldn’t eat, I thought better about drinking that demon wine after all because, trust me, drinking on an empty stomach is no good for Tandy.

Instead, I curled up on the bean bag chair, feeling like a fucking idiot for making a move on Damien.

But that’s not Damien out there, and as if his twin thinks I can’t tell their voices apart yet, he tells me, “Dear one, it is I. Lucian.”

I’d been expecting this. Not only because Damien made that parting shot about Lucian bringing me up dinner later, but because this nice twin can never stay away from me for long.

Add in my shitty mood, and if they really can sense my emotions, he’d have no choice but to check on me before long.

I’d been expecting this, and though I’d run the scenario through my head countless times since Damien left the room, about how I would confront Lucian, about how I would ask him what the hell his twin’s problem is, about how I would tell him that I need to know precisely what they expect from me… I don’t do any of that.

Instead, as though I can’t help myself, I’m already back on my feet by the time Lucian pushes the door inward.

The first thing I notice is that his hands are empty. I guess he decided to come talk to me without using supper as an excuse. Without the tray, he has a reason to come back up here later, and you know what?

I don’t care.

His hands are empty, and before he can push me away like Damein did, I do the same thing I did earlier: I brace myself on Lucian’s shoulders, shove down until he gets the hint, go up on my ties, and kiss him.

And Lucian?

Though it’s obvious he’s inexperienced and doesn’t quite know what he’s doing, this twin kisses me back.

A sense of triumph rushes through me as I enjoy the sensation of his tongue in my mouth. I probably feel like licking an ice cube to him, considering how different our body temps are, but Lucian mentioned once in passing that, as soon as our bond is finalized, we’ll match.

I’ll miss the sensation that I’m tonguing fire, so for as long as I can, I enjoy it.

I do have to breathe, though, and maybe immortal demons don’t because I end up having to break the kiss first.

I curl my fingers into his chest, though, and pant softly while keeping the connection. “Thanks,” I whisper. “I needed that.”

His eyes are impossibly bright. “I have long wondered what it would be like to kiss our mate once I discovered that was something that was done. For you to use your tongue against mine… I thank you , dear one.”

But then his mismatched gaze flickers over to the table. To my barely touched tray—and to the bottle of untouched demon wine.

Lucian frowns. “Tandy? How much demon wine did you drink?”

Oh, sweet, sweet Lucian. “If you’re asking me if I only kissed you because I’m drunk, don’t worry about it. I didn’t touch a drop. Maybe later, I might, but for now… I’m perfectly sober. I kissed you because I wanted to.”

Just like I wanted to kiss Damien…

Did his twin tell him about what happened? I want to know, but I can’t bring myself to ask. Instead, swallowing the slight lump in my throat, I ask Lucian, “Did you want me to kiss you?”

To my delight, the big demon’s body shudders. “Yes,” he grates out, voice gone raspy. “I told you, Tandy. I’ve dreamed up kissing our mate for so many lonely nights. To know your taste… it would be the greatest gift you gave your males.”

I tilt my chin up, excitement making me bold. “Go right ahead.”

“Are you sure?”

I shrug. “I think I can handle a kiss, Lucian. Besides, you know what they say: practice makes perfect.”

I expect him to lower his body again so that I’m within his reach. I part my lips, only to squeal when, suddenly, he grips me by my wait, lifting me up easily before hooking my legs over his shoulders.

It happens so quickly, all I can do is screech, “What are you doing?”

“What you told me I could, dear one. I’m giving our mate a kiss.”

I giggle. “I know you’re, like, a million-feet-tall and all, but even you might have a hard time kissing me while you have my legs thrown over my shoulders.”

Holding me with one possessive hand, Lucian waves the other. I’m not entirely sure what the gesture means until he reaches behind me with it and the heat of his palm nearly sears my ass.

My bare ass.

“Lucian?” My voice is husky, yet trembling with undeniably need. “Where are my clothes?”

“They are woven from my shadows. I can create them just like I can vanish them.”

It’s my turn to shudder out a breath. “But I thought you wanted to kiss me?”

“Oh, I do.” The big demon lays his palms possessively on both my ass cheeks, suddenly pushing me gently so that my pussy is brushing up against his mouth. He blows out a rush of hit air and I squeal. “I am going to kiss your cunt.”

“You… you are?”

“If it would please you, Tandy. I would very much like to see what you taste like.”

Well, when he puts it so nicely…

I grab his horns like they’re a set of handlebars. Then, holding on for dear life, I use the heel of my foot to nudge his hard, muscular back.

“Well?” I ask. “What are you waiting for?”