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Lilly suddenly looked uncomfortable, and I wanted to tell her it was okay, that we knew about her day. I wanted to hear all about it: what she thought of getting out, of Ida’s colorful home, of Mavis, of everything.

I couldn’t, though. As much as I hated it, I had to stand with my brothers. I understood the need to protect her, and if she knew we’d let her out willingly, she would continue to push the boundary. It wasn’t safe, though. Even today was a risk, but it was necessary for her.

“I’m going to my room,” Keir said, his coldness returning.

Seeing the night and day change in him and how quickly it happened was unbelievable. He hated when I told him, but Lilly could be–was actually–good for him. He refused to give in, though, convinced he’d hurt Lilly like our father had hurt our mother.

“What now?” Lilly asked me and my twin, her eyelashes batting, making my heart race.

“I’ve got something in mind,” Aiden said suggestively.

Lilly looked at me, her cheeks reddening. “Don’t look at me,” I said softly, seduction creeping in. “I’m with him.”

Lilly looked down shyly for a moment, but when she lifted her face, it was replaced with a sexy, flirtatious expression. “Come get me then,” she taunted before jumping up from the couch and running down the hall.

Aiden and I exchanged an amused glance before taking off after her, but she didn’t get far before I, the faster of us twins, threw my arm around her waist. I lifted her up, and she squealed as I took her to our bedroom.

Once I tossed her on the bed, Aiden pounced. He held her hands above her head as he kissed her, shoving his tongue in as far as he could, claiming her.

As my twin kept her distracted, I removed her shoes and socks, then pulled her pants off. Aiden, for his part, released her and ripped her shirt down the middle. My twin got off her, and we stood by the bed, admiring our stunning, irresistible little offering on display for us.

“What are you waiting for?” Lilly teased, wiggling her body suggestively. “I’m waiting.”

I chuckled in sync with my brother, watching her writhe in anticipation. “I think it’s time Lilly got a little taste of the twins in action,” Aiden looked at me, conveying his plan with his expression.

“I’ve already had you both in action,” she said with a nervous giggle.

I smirked and looked away from my brother to stare into her eyes. “Not that kind of action, baby.”

Her face contorted into confusion, and my brother and I took that as the sign to start. Lilly’s gasp made my heart skip a beat, and for once, I actually felt nervous. No woman had seen us in our true form, sexually speaking, but Lilly was no ordinary woman.

I turned to see Aiden mostly transformed. Wonder was written all over Lilly’s face as her body shook with expectancy.

“Are you ready, little one?” my twin asked as he took a step toward the bed.

Lilly’s breath hitched, and she tried to swallow her inability to speak, a whimper escaping instead.

“He asked you a question, Lilly,” I said, a warning in my voice. She thought I was her sweet prince, but I knew she loved when I took control. Even now, the way she clenched her thighs gave away her arousal.

Her timid eyes caught mine, and—after swallowing—her timid voice responded, “Please.”

“Please, what?” Aiden demanded, drawing her attention.

“I want you,” she looked from him to me, “both of you,please.”

Her plea was all we needed. Within seconds, our clothes were off, and we were crawling onto the bed with our girl, her body instinctively moving to make space.

“Don’t move,” Aiden growled at her. Once he got her positioned in the middle of the bed, he pulled her arms above her head and held them tight.

“Don’t. Move,” he repeated before his fire wrapped itself around her wrists, securing them to one another before snaking around the headboard of the bed. He turned to look at me. “Her legs.”

I nodded as I grabbed Lilly’s ankles and pulled them to each bedpost, using my own powers to cuff her ankle in ice, anchoring them to the posts.

Lilly, who had remained silent like a good girl, wiggled her legs and hips, testing the restraints. A desperate whimper left her slightly parted lips, and she hissed out as she tugged her wrists, the fire slightly singeing her skin but not burning her.

Oh, this will be fun.

Chapter 40

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