Only like us, Helia wasn’t what she seemed.
Dark hair, raven black, shimmered on her white pillow. Silky ends curled beneath the lace of her flimsy, see through nightie. Dusky shadows and soft peaks interrupted the material’s gentle flow where her nipples pressed tight and budded even in her wakeless moments.
Her arms draped softly at her sides as she slept, the lines that marred her face in the daylight hours smoothed in the dark. I slipped my hand across her brow, and she sighed under my touch as though she knew I had come for her.
Like she knew I was there when she shouldn’t know any such thing at all.
I froze, torn between wanting her to wake and my desperation for her continued sleep. Because she was so pretty awake, all tortured and shaky and running.
Running from the demons who haunted her across Rippton U’s exclusive campus.
She didn’t know two devils tracked her panicked footfalls, or what happened to those who made her life hell.
But she would when we let her discover who we were, and why we hunted her.
Our next victim of choice.
We just hadn’t decided for what yet.Our toy.
My twin trailed his finger along the edge of her covers, drawing the thin sheet down to expose a slice of pale, sweet skin. Unmarked, unmarred.
“So perfect.”
“Too perfect.”
Kash’s pale eyes, hideous in his whitened face that mirrored mine flicked up to her reddened lips.Like Snow White but without the touch of innocence.“Who will mark her first?”
I pressed a hand to his shoulder as his breathing steadied. “We will do this the same way as we do everything.”
“Together.” His breaths deepened as he watched, grazing his hand above her form, but not quite touching her.
Not yet.
We both craved her fragility with a violence that ran through everything we did, but she was…different.
I nodded. “Together. Let her sleep. The fun is in the hunt.”
I watched as he struggled with the concept of walking away from such a tender morsel when she wasright there. So sweet, not so innocent. So ready to be stripped away, ruined at a moment’s notice.
Too perfectly untouched.
That was why we wanted her.
“When?”
“You know when.”
“After.” His pale hand flexed above her cheek, so close I could almost feel the warmth of her skin though it wasn’t my hand that hovered over her alabaster facade.
I nodded, sliding my hand to his chest and pushed once. “For now, we walk away.”
She woke one night when I came to see her alone. We didn’t often separate, Kash and I, twin brothers working together in almost everything. But a job required a singlesoul for a soultype deal that night, and I couldn’t resist her silent siren’s call that lured me through the shadows to her room beyond campus grounds.
I kept my distance, trailing my fingers above her skin like he did tonight, touching only the cotton sheet draped over her body to mold into her shape. Her lips parted as she dreamed—no, not dreamed. A nightmare. Soft sounds best befitted to suffering and torture, the sounds I knew so well—those were what slipped from her parted lips.
My cock raged in my leather pants, stiffening until I was fit to burst through the laces that confined me like a cage of her making. Her cries ripped me apart from the insides, a beautiful fucked up torture while she was imprisoned in her head, unable to come out and play.
That was when I touched her. Traced over those lips, testing the plump softness of them, how easily she yielded to me.
