Page 357 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

As Orion stared at us, his golden skin turned a sickly pale.

“Don’t mess with our wife,” Luka said, and the air shimmered dark around him.

More flames exploded across Corvus’s shoulders, and he opened his mouth to say something, but I looked down at Aran, and Luka turned his back to him.

We didn’t care.

The only person who mattered was lying in my arms.

Luka climbed under the covers and gently cleaned Aran’s folds, which were still swallowing my cock.

“We got you, Aran,” I whispered as I pressed a kiss to her forehead.

She smiled and snuggled against my chest.

My brother and I shared women and men all the time. Because of our separation anxiety, we preferred it that way.

It had always just been the two of us versus the world.

When we were in middle school, Lothaire had rescued us from the human realm.

Luka and I had grown up in the human foster care system.

It hadn’t been pretty.

Things had gotten especially bad when we’d started to manifest our abilities. It had started as little wisps of shimmering darkness around us and escalated to walls and doorways.

Since our adopted parents were extremely religious, they’d thought we were possessed.

They’d tried to beat the darkness out of us.

But our abilities had only escalated.

One day, our adoptive father had taken us on a hike. He’d said something about me being possessed by Lucifer himself as he beat me near death and pushed me into a ravine.

Luka had screamed and fought as I fell.

Apparently as I lay half-dead, bleeding out, Luka’s darkness had exploded.

Lothaire had RJE’d to the location based on the sheer level of power he’d displayed. He’d quickly realized what and who we were. He saved my life and brought us to our biological family on the condition that we attend Elite Academy when we were old enough.

Our family had agreed, but only if one of us always stayed in the realm to fulfill our duties as the Princes of Darkness.

Growing up, we’d never been apart from each other.

Luka was my constant shadow, the darkness to my light. We complemented each other perfectly.

He was the Mr. Hyde to my Dr. Jekyll, as Aran loved to say.

Now she knew firsthand how accurate that was—in and out of the bedroom.

When it came to sex, Luka had a domineering personality and liked to be bossy. Meanwhile, I brought a softness and lightheartedness to the bedroom that mellowed the sting of my twin’s aggression.

However, what we’d just shared with Aran hadn’t felt like normal sex.

She was different.

She meant so much more to both of us.

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