âMaybe in order to get the preternatural world to leave me aloneâŠI should stop sleeping with half of it.â
âHuh?â
Oops. My internal dialogue must be broken. I grinned at the gorgeous pair sitting across from me and shrugged. âNothing, guys. Iâm just sorta tired. And possibly drunk.â
Twins! They were twins! Wait, is this internal? CheckingâŠyes. Okay, these guys were twins--freaking gorgeous twins! And yes, they were supernatural twins, although I wasnât quite sure what sort of supernatural race I was looking at here. Both had fine, shoulder-length hair that tried to be silver and white at the same time, both were very sharp-featured, and both had horns. What
was
it with horned guys and me lately? They were twisted horns that curled back over their heads and almost as white as their hair.
I just wanted to stroke them.
Both were on the slender side--slender, not skinny. With those sharp features, it also made them appear extremely androgynous. Wait, now that I was really looking at them, I wasnât sure what I was seeing. Their nails were rather longer than most men wear them, and perfectly manicured. Their mouths were soft and almost effeminate, and I couldnât tell if those red lips were natural or lipstick. Their lashes were dark with either natural coloring or mascara, and was that eyeliner?
Not that Iâm all that picky about gender, mind you. There was this elf girl onceâŠ
Right, getting distracted now.
Both were wearing fishnet shirts, leather pants and buckled, steel-and-leather boots. Part of their hair was pulled back and knotted on the back of their heads, held in place with singular silver chopsticks. One had a silver hoop in his left ear; the other had one in his right. Both were drinking snakebites (half cider and half lager), and both were grinning quite charmingly at meâŠ
âŠwith really, really
sharp
fangs.
Okay, vampires donât have hornsâŠso what did that leave?
âDemons?â I asked curiously, pointing at them both.
They glanced at each other, smiling.
âShe has good eyes,â said the one on the left.
âAnd good knowledge,â said the other.
âAnd belief.â
âAnd spectacular breasts.â
Demon Left blinked at Demon Right, who shrugged and grinned sheepishly. âWell, she does.â
I giggled into my Coke and rum. âAww, youâre just saying that to get me into bed.â
They looked at each other, then at me. âDid it work?â
Ah, unison. And I was so damn drunk. Twin demon guys were speaking in unison at me.
Sexy
twin demon guys. And I was
so
damn drunk. I jerked a thumb over my shoulder.
âI live about three blocks away,â I announced carefully, trying not to slur my words. ââf you can get me home, you can stay the night and do wicked, naughty things to me.â
âIncluding your breasts?â Demon Right asked hopefully.
âYup.â
They looked at each other again, grinning hugely. âAll riiiiiight!â
Demons can move really fast--
really
fast. The minute they got me outside and figured out where my apartment was, I got hoisted onto one of their backs and we were off! Over the river and through the woods, to Briar Roseâs loft we went. Okay, thatâs never going to be a song, but you get the idea.
They let me make about three passes at the lock before Demon Left took the key away and unlocked the door for me. Demon Right slung me over his shoulder and as soon as Left opened the door, both were rushing for the loft and my bed. I just giggled and grabbed Rightâs ass through his pants, getting a startled noise for my efforts.
âSheâs playful,â Right commented to his brother.
âWe like them playful,â Left replied.
The world spun and I found myself bouncing on my bed and watching as the boys stripped down to bare skin. What made it even better was that they had to help each other get out of the boots, and they were doing it at the same time. Why was that so damn sexy? Because it was. One peeled the other out of his shirt, and then the other did the same for his brother. They helped each other out of their pants, the leather so tight on their legs it was like watching someone being skinned. I propped myself on my side and just watched them, trying not to visibly drool.
Ohhh, yes. They were male. They straightened and preened for me, letting me get a good look at each lovely, naked detail. They werenât exactly... proportionate, but I donât mean that in the bad way, mind you. They were hard and ready for me, and I wasnât even undressed yet.
I plucked at my shirt and pouted. âClothes...â
âDo let us help,â they purred.
Ooo, unison again.
So
sexy.
They crawled onto the bed, Left sliding behind me while Right kneeled in front. I felt myself behind pulled up from behind, and quick fingers slid under the hem of my shirt and drew those long nails lightly over my skin. I shuddered and bit my lip, holding back the whimper as my belly jerked under the teasing touch. Right grabbed the shirt and pulled it quickly over my head while Leftâs hands left my stomach and slid up my back, working the clasp of my bra. As soon as it was undone, Right grabbed the front of it and peeled it away, tossing it over his shoulder and sighing happily as he stared at my free breasts.
âOh, I knew they would be beautiful,â he said, raking his nails lightly over the nipples. I suddenly had an idea why they had them long. I squirmed and squeaked, then squeaked again as Left leaned forward behind me and bit my shoulder gently. I felt the press of those sharp fangs and shut my eyes, pressing back against him. I felt another set of fangs press into the flesh of one breast as Right slid his mouth over it, hand cupping the other almost painfully.
Hereâs a great thing about big breasts. They arenât as sensitive as smaller ones, so they can take a lot more damage--or so Iâve found. Okay, mine can. I like rough tit treatment. Right bit a little harder, squeezed a little harder, and there was no way I was stopping the happy gasp tearing its way out of my throat.
âOh, stop holding back,â Left chastised, breath hot against my ear. âItâs no good if you donât sing for us.â
âBut itâs not good to encourage demons
too
much,â I replied breathlessly. âSometimes you forget when to stop.â
âOh, but darling,â Right cooed, lifting his mouth from my breast. âDonât you trust us?â
âLike pretty horned cobras.â
Rightâs head dipped as Left pulled me further back, tongue licking a long, wet line down my stomach. He rolled his eyes up at me, grinning wickedly. âMaybe youâll change your mind.â
âOr better yet, maybe you wonât.â Left licked the back of my neck like some lazy great cat. âMaybe weâll make you cry out and beg even though every instinct cries against it.â