Page 349 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

“We seem to have an issue here,” Luka said with an odd tilt to his voice. I looked over to find him studying me and John with a gleam in his hooded eyes.

During the kiss, the three of us had shifted closer together.

I was sandwiched tightly beneath them.

The bed was comfy. Bodies danced and mingled around us in the darkness of the party.

My heart pounded, and my breathing was erratic.

A tingling sensation coursed through my bloodstream and made everything fuzzy in the best sort of way.

John leaned closer so his face was inches from mine. “Did Aran just ask if we thought of her as more than a friend?”

Luka’s face hovered right beside his twin’s. “I think she did, brother.”

“I think I know how to rectify that.” John’s minty breath mixed with Luka’s spicy scent and made my mouth tingle.

John activated his powers, and a wall of sparkling black spread along the bed and created a barrier. It shimmered, translucent, and I could still see the party beyond.

“We can see them, but they can’t see us,” John explained. “But they can still hear us.”

I dragged my tongue across my lips. I tasted them.

Luka groaned, and John made a rough noise.

John placed his hands on either side of my hips. His fingers trailed gently across the skin underneath my sweatshirt.

Music played softly.

People laughed and talked.

Luka pressed the demon brew bottle to his lips, then he leaned forward and captured my mouth with his.

“Drink, Aran,” John whispered as Luka pressed the warm liquid into my mouth with his tongue.

The intensity in Luka’s dark eyes was overwhelming. He looked wicked in the firelight.

I tipped my head back and swallowed.

“Good girl, taking it from his tongue,” John whispered in my ear as his twin took another sip from the bottle and kissed the liquid into my mouth.

Little pinpricks of pain shimmered down my spine.

Everything was hazy and I barely felt any pain. All I could concentrate on was the spicy taste of Luka on my lips and the way John’s callused fingers danced across my skin.

Luka licked across my lips and groaned roughly into me.

John reached further up underneath my sweatshirt and he tweaked both my nipples.

Stars exploded behind my eyes, and it was my turn to moan into Luka’s mouth.

“So perfectly sensitive,” John whispered in my ear as he casually rolled my nipples between his fingers like he wasn’t making my core spasm with need.

Luka’s tongue pressed further into my mouth as he said, “She’s exquisite.”

The pain dancing down my spine was far away, and it felt like it was happening to someone else.

The twins were all I knew.

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