My twin and I stalked our little toy for the past semester, warning away every male who looked at her with lustful eyes, desire written across their faces as they studied her lithe wisp of a body, the hand that strayed to rub their hardening cocks when they thought she wasn’t looking.
But we were, so often to their detriment.
She rarely ate, preferring it seemed to fast, though she was as wealthy as any student on campus. Helia also preferred to live off site, a choice that bemused and interested me.
Everything about her was curious, like a modern Alice prepared to tumble down her chosen rabbit hole.
Or perhaps we chose the rabbit hole for her.
“We saw your painting,” I murmured, spreading around the blood my twin swiped across her skin, marring her innocence and marking her at once.
He took the first honors.
I supposed I should be mad. Helia had been our obsession, obscuring every aspect of our business with her curious little life, so much that we completed tonight’s work on her behalf without realising we stood in her path. Her surprise encounter of us was a door that swung both ways.
A gift, perhaps. A strand of fate intertwined with ours.
And yet we were drawn together like so many satellites orbiting a greater mass that drew us into her with a force much heavier than gravity.
This tiny slip of a girl who consumed me.
I swallowed, letting my heavy gaze drop to her lips. “Open your mouth.”
“What? Why?” Confusion swirled in the shadowed eddies of her eyes, though something flickered in their tumultuous depths that reeled me in like a singularity I couldn't escape.
“I want to know if you taste like innocence or sin,” I whispered, sliding my nose along her cheek, inhaling her.
My brother stood on her other side, blocking her path, his breaths even as always. I could take my time with my seduction.
Usually a job—like tonight’s—involving metal and blood, and the end of things signaled a night of cleaning up, a conclusion of playtime. But Helia—she was a beginning.
I didn’t know of what, and that made me curious. Like her.
She didn’t pull away, that inquisitive nature drawing her into me as I fell into her in return. Like suicide.
And with my brother watching on, his desire hidden beneath layers of forced dispassion, I lowered my mouth to brush over, around hers, and slid my tongue inside the wet corners of her lips.
Starlight and first rain, desperation and acquiescence.
That’s what she tasted like as I increased the pressure of my lips on hers, sealing our mouths together. She flinched beforeher body softened, a moment offight or flightresponse kicking in as I stole her air, luring her soul closer to mine.
One kiss, and the need to possess every inch of her consumed me.
Key’s hands slid around her waist, pulling her sharply back, breaking the moment.
“Share her, brother,” he murmured.
His blood stained fingers trailed along her cheek as he tilted her head back and replaced my mouth with his on her soft lips. Those fingers slipped fluidly over her decolletage until he left traces of scarlet and sin around her breast, circling her taut nipples through her shirt.
She writhed slightly in his hold, but unlike my featherlight touch, he crushed her against him, devouring her mouth with a ravenous hunger.
I groaned low in my throat as she arched, thrusting her tits into my waiting hands. Knocking Key’s away, I cupped her breasts, rolling the nipples through the delicate fabric of her blouse beneath her leather jacket. I was desperate to feel her bare beneath me. We both were. The tease had gone on for weeks.
Now we had her…I didn’t want to rush, unwrapping each layer of the present she made of herself, falling into us during the darkest hours, letting us touch her while covered with the lifeblood of another.
Her soft whimpers pulled me out of my head. Breathing hard, like I was the one with my mouth smashed to hers, I tugged her nipples, alternating pinches and barely there touches until she was torn between us, shattering and reforming the way we created her.
Finally, Key lifted his head, his pinkish-pale gray eyes that matched mine locking onto me. “We take her home.”
