Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 132138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 661(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 661(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
“Where are we?” I ask.
One’s brows rise. “We are where I want us to be. In our home. In our bed.”
Never answers. I’m accustomed. They’re dressed identically, in dark leather pants. Those clothes are unlike anything in Tír na nÓg. The leather they make here doesn’t have the supple feel of the twins’ clothes.
“You’re beautiful tonight,” Two says with a long sigh. “But I would love to see more of you.”
One’s eyes narrow. “I thought we explained this before. You don’t need garments around your men. You need only your own sweet skin.”
I cross my arms over my breasts. “You have no problem with pants, I see.”
One’s lips curve up in a wicked smile, his satisfaction a palpable thing. “A bratty mouth will bring you nothing but trouble, sweetheart.”
He uses that word often. Brat. I remember my cousin calling me a brat when we were young. He pulled my pigtails lightly and laugh and call me brat. It’s a phrase from the Vampire plane to speak of sweetly disobedient girls.
“I don’t see why I should be naked when the two of you are clothed.” I feel the smile on my face. My dreams are more and more sensual in nature. In the last several years, since the dreams flared back to life, each night we go a bit further. It started with an embrace, their arms wrapping around me when I realized they were once again with me. Those dreams were little flashes I couldn’t seem to hold on to no matter how hard I tried. I clung to One and Two until they faded. Then gradually each became more solid, the dreams lasting longer.
That’s when the kissing began. What kisses they were. Long, slow kisses that seemed to last for hours. Only lips at first, and then One boldly traced my lips with his tongue.
One is suddenly in front of me, his eyes warm as though he can read my thoughts. His hand comes up, tracing my lips as his tongue had. “You like kissing.”
“I like kissing you.” I go up on my tiptoes, leaning in to brush my mouth against his.
He backs away, frowning. “Me? Who else do you kiss?”
I feel my eyes roll. Even in my dreams, men are difficult. “I’m twenty-seven years old. I have been caught by roving hands and held down for unwanted kisses. There isn’t a peasant alive who hasn’t suffered worse than me. I’ve had my guardian to protect me. Count yourself lucky that Gillian isn’t in my dreams, for you would find yourself unable to kiss me.”
“I think your guardian would show favor to our suit,” Two says from behind.
I sigh. I love being surrounded by them. One moves back in, his hand cupping my cheek.
“I don’t want another’s hand on you,” he says, his eyes serious.
I begin to pull away because I’m not about to take that, not even in a dream. “I am a virgin, but I’m not without the experience of a man nearly taking from me that which is mine to give. If it had happened, you would not touch me. Leave me be. I’ll seek another dream.”
He pulls me close. “Stop, brat. I didn’t say that. I said I didn’t want another’s hand on you. You’re ours. Our love, our heart. You can’t expect us to be happy with such a thing.” He tangles a hand in my hair. “I hate that we are not able to protect you.”
I hate that they’re not real. I’m not stupid. They’re a projection of my own needs. When I was a child, I needed companionship, and the Dark Ones were there for me. Now, I need love and protection, and my soul cries out for a lover I can’t take. And my Dark Ones are here for me. They’re my dream and nightly refuge.
I sigh and relax, letting my hands slide on his muscular chest. His skin is warm and smooth, covering corded muscle. One is so overwhelming. Two is softer. I need them both, but now I crave One’s dominance. My life is so out of control.
I want their touch.
“Kiss me,” I say.
One frowns down at me. “You sound like a royal when you say that. Do you think you can order me around, Princess? Do you think I’m your slave?”
Two kisses the back of my neck, causing me to shiver. I can’t be sure, but I would almost swear I feel the lightest scrape of something sharp along my skin. “I damn well am her slave, brother.”
One reaches out and smacks his twin’s head. “Don’t give up my game, brother. We both know who’s in charge, but when we’re bedding her, it’s going to be us in the lead.” He stares down at me, his deep, dark eyes pulling all my focus. “Princess, we’re going to be your Masters in the bedroom. Do you understand what that means?”