CHAPTER SIX
KASH
Recognition flared in her eyes, and I smiled. Not something I did often, but with Helia, I couldn’t help the emotions that ran riot through me, unchecked. A dangerous ripple of energy flowed through me, echoing in my brother. His body tensed, and I knew he felt it too. Her.
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 before her body softened, a moment of fight or flight response 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.”
And she will never leave.
He wanted to cage her, use her body endlessly, keep her in a teased and tortured place where their minds melded. The idea was appealing, I had to admit. Having her there to toy with whenever the need to possess her arose.
But the desire we built our obsession on came from her freedom. Her ability to run…or not.
The chase, even if she didn’t know we were there.
“Her place,” I murmured into the hollow of her throat. “Fuck her, coat her in ourselves, and leave her there, aching and moaning for us. Which we will come back to give to you,” I promised her. “Our little Alice.”
“What?” Helia gasped softly as the air she needed filled her lungs, her chest expanding beneath my hands. “You– who are you two?”
“Apart from the angels who watch you sleep?” Key mocked.
“We could have filled that little mouth so many times,” I murmured, catching Key’s hand with its remnants of a once life that was never intended for her, and lifted his fingers to her lips. “Suck.”
Helia’s lips closed around his digits, her eyes widening as the taste registered. Her head shook side to side, but I held her face still while she cried sweet tears for me.
“Don’t you know what we are?” Key asked softly in her ear, caressing her lips as she fought us.
“Haven’t you listened to the stories on campus?” I murmured, licking the corners of her mouth where her lips stretched around my twin’s fingers, collecting the remnants of her tears, her horror.
He slipped another in, fucking her mouth slowly, relentlessly.
Helia mumbled an answer around the intrusion, her words too muffled to make out.
I nodded and Key removed his fingers, letting her breathe again.
Saliva dribbled down her chin, dripping wet spots onto her blouse until the outline of her breasts with no bra was clearly visible, the tight peaks of her nipples pushing against the red stained material, evidence of our insanity and our lust.
“You’re Key and Kash,” she whispered, her gaze darting between us, framed by flushed cheeks. “The psyc–” she coughed. “The twins.”
“Yes,” I murmured.
Her brow dipped, like she expected more. A lie, perhaps.
“I don’t speak to many people,” she choked out. “I have hardly any friends.”
I smiled, brushing her cheek with the backs of my scarred knuckles. “We know, little Alice. We made you anathema to the student population…and other places. Didn’t you wonder why date night never happened?”
Her eyes flared white. “You…left me alone?”
A soft laugh broke painfully from my chest. “Yes, and no. We are always with you. In classes, when you sleep.” I brushed my thumb across her bottom lip, giving only the slightest pressure, but she opened for me.
My smile widened, my predator’s need to rip her clothes apart and fuck her there in the gravel on the side of the street building in my heart. I turned my hand on her cheek, giving into the urge that drove me, and gripped her face hard.
Her soft cry rippled through the night air as I forced her to look deep into the tight alleyway between the last of the commercial buildings on the block before the houses started.
“See.” Key caressed the shell of her ear with his tongue, laving the sensitive areas as she shook in our hold. “He wasn’t good enough to touch you, little Alice.”
“Stop calling me that.” She swept a hand back, touching us for the first time, cupping my brother’s cheek like a long time lover.
Key’s groan echoed her cry of a moment before in the stillness, and her eyes drifted shut. The corners of her lip turned up in a secret smile that left my cock straining to slide into her mouth and fuck her tight throat until she choked on me, dressed me in her tears and saliva.
“See,” I repeated firmly, tapping her cheek.
Helia’s eyes drifted open, focusing on the alleyway where I directed her.
That sumptuous mouth fell open, the tip of her pink tongue straying out though her hand stayed on my brother’s cheek as she froze, taking in the dismembered body missing both its hands.
Her fingers traveled to her lips, rubbing thoughtfully across them. “Is that…?”
“Your date for tonight,” Key whispered. “He planned to bring you home, fuck you, and throw your out onto the streets for his gang friends to use later. He defiled a picture he printed out of you from your dating profile with his worthless seed.”
“We couldn’t have that.” I shrugged, but pulled her closer. “The disrespect, that he thought you were so much trash to throw away.”
“He wasn’t worthy to fuck your sweet body.”
“And he didn’t want to keep you.”
“So we removed the choice of his poisonous intent and replaced it with pain,” Key finished his epitaph.
Her head swiveled between us, her hand dropping slightly. I sucked in the breath she let out, savoring the air like it was my last. My little Alice held my gaze, watchful, unmoving.
“You did this for me?”
Key caught her wrist, pressing a brutal kiss there, biting her skin hard enough to mark but not break her flesh, then licked the inside of her palm soothingly.
Her fingers curled up, tracing the archer’s bow of his lips that mirrored mine.
I touched my own mouth, moaning at the caress I almost felt first hand as her breath hitched.
“He was going to throw me away for others to rape?” she whispered, staring between us, understanding finally what we did for her.
What we had done for the past weeks. Horror stretched her stunning, ethereal features, and her deep breaths came shallow and short as she swayed between us on unsteady feet.
I clasped her face between my cold hands, her heat warming me from the outside in. “He was. But we prevented that, and now you are here with us.” My words were fierce, the light in my eyes more than obsessive.
I knew what I looked like as the same light was reflected in my brother’s face, like rapture as I watched her face intently, knowing her choice in this moment was the one that would define her future.
A cage, like Key wanted.
Freedom, and be hunted to appease my devil.
She held my gaze and pressed forward until her lips brushed mine.
“Thank you,” she whispered.