by C. R. Jane
"As my lady commands," Lysander said from behind me. I heard the rip of the condom wrapper a moment before I felt the blunt head of his cock nudge at my entrance.
I was on my hands and knees when he pushed into me, making me sigh with contentment as I finally was starting to be able to scratch the itch I'd had since before I came out tonight. Everything was buzzing and when I opened my eyes I saw Alistair's cock in front of my face again.
"You got a little more in you, sugar?" he asked putting on a fake Southern drawl.
I greedily sucked on his cock taking it as deep as I could. When his hand fisted in my hair and his brother's hands squeezed my hips as he began to pound into me, I was in heaven. I barely even had to move; the momentum from Lysander was enough that he was moving me up and down on Alistair's cock. What I hadn't expected was the reach around from either of them. Lysander's long, nimble fingers were circling my clit, getting ever closer, while Alistair's fingers could just about reach my nipples, at least enough to flick over the taut peaks and make me twitch with need.
We stayed like that for a while, and I just enjoyed the feeling of them filling me from both ends, but what I really wanted was them both fucking me at the same time. When I pulled away from Alistair's cock I managed to get one word out between Lysander's thrusts. "Flip."
They both paused and Lysander withdrew leaving me feeling emptier than I would like. I spun in a circle to face Lysander before turning slightly and asking Alistair over my shoulder, "How do you feel about anal?"
"Who are you?" he asked with wide eyes.
"Just a girl who has always wanted to fuck twins," I said with a grin before facing front once more.
Lysander had the more traditional red hair that had an orangish tint to it which matched the small patch of chest hair and the trail leading down from his belly button. Just like his brother he was well groomed, but the hair was much brighter in color. "You good with this?" I asked.
"I prefer pussy to ass if that's what you’re asking," he all but grunted at me.
"Not quite, but I figured you'd have spoken up by now if you had a problem sharing with your brother."
"He gets what he likes, and I get what I like, which is that sweet fucking pussy of yours and these gorgeous tits bouncing in my face." He looked like he wanted to eat me whole, and in that moment I might have just let him.
The rip of a condom wrapper brought me back to the present instead of missing the glorious opportunity in front of me.
"You sure you’re ready for this? We haven't warmed you up at all," Alistair said from behind me his hands running up and down my sides before squeezing my ass and spreading my cheeks. His fingers thrust into my pussy, working me until I was leaning on Lysander for support while he grinned down at me. When he withdrew his fingers, Alistair smeared my wetness all over my rosebud, working it looser and looser until I felt the head of his cock take the place of his fingers.
I wasn't sure when but at some point Alistair moved into a kneeling position behind me that was almost like he was sitting but a bit higher. It meant that it only took a few slow thrusts for him to sheath himself inside me. A moan of pleasure made it past my lips and that was when Lysander pushed me back so I was resting against Alistair's chest.
The darker twin wrapped his hands around my thighs pulling me off the bed and tilting my pelvis forward ever so slightly for his brother to have easier access. I looped an arm around each of them, which was a little awkward but made me feel more secure since I couldn't put my feet down. When Lysander thrust into me it was one long stroke of his cock all the way to the hilt.
They both paused, letting me acclimate to the sensation of the two of them inside me before they started moving. It was such an odd feeling, having both holes filled by some generously proportioned cocks, but I loved it. I loved the fullness, the feeling of such a thin wall of muscle separating the two while they moved against one another within me. Soon enough they had established a rhythm that left me panting for more and making small needy noises when I had enough breath to do so.
Lysander didn't waste the opportunity to play with my tits either. He cupped them and ran his fingers over my nipples until I was mumbling nonsensical syllables as they worked me into a sweaty mess like I'd never been before, at least not from sex. When I felt a hand slip between us and make its way to my clit I wanted to groan. Yes, it felt amazing, but if they were waiting for me to come, we were going to be there a long ass time.
"Don't, just fuck me," I managed to get out.
"As you wish," Alistair said with a growl from behind me.
As though I had finally given them free reign to do what they needed to, both of them picked up the pace, which I honestly hadn't thought possible, until I was just a bundle of sensation between them as they lost themselves to their own needs.
"Shit," Alistair whispered, and I heard his voice tighten. His whole body froze, one of his hands coming to rest on my hip as he came first. His brother wasn't too far behind as he gripped my shoulder and jerked further into me than ever before. I could swear he'd hit my cervix at the end there, but I didn't care. I felt amazing, like I'd just had the best workout of my life.
We all froze for a moment as they both pulsed within me, groaning a little as their orgasms finished. The three of us collapsed on the bed for a moment before Lysander popped up and ran into the bathroom only to return with tissues or toilet paper or something that he offered to me. I took it with a smile, unsure if anyone I'd ever slept with had done that before. Thurston certainly hadn't. Not that I wanted to think about him in that moment.
My gaze traveled first to one brother then the other. They were both completely blissed out as we all lay on the bed panting. I may not have had an orgasm, but I certainly got what I wanted out of the experience.
Twins? Check. Red head? Double check. Two items to check off my bucket list. The rest, like independence and having agency, were going to be harder to check off. I pushed that thought away though. I wasn't going to let it ruin what had just happened.
Chapter 5
Sage
Inch by stealthy inch I eased off the bed, leaving the twins sleeping and making my getaway before the awkward small talk of the morning hit. Last night had blown my mind in more ways than one. I was almost tempted to leave a note with my number, but that would be careless, and be more complicated than I could deal with.
I bit my lip as I looked at the two of them sprawled over the bed. Alistair was lying on his stomach, displaying the strong muscles and freckled skin on his back, while Lysander was stretched out on his back, the sheet barely concealing his manhood as it rode low over his hips. They really were the holy grail of hookups, and I was too selfish to completely pass up a repeat performance.
Decision made, I grabbed one of their phones. Alistair's was locked, but Lysander's wasn't. I texted a very specific code to a number that only I knew. The website link pinged back almost immediately. I downloaded the file and watched as it erased the text and any evidence of its existence. They would never know it was there, but now I'd be able to find them whenever I wanted. A little stalkerish, but why would an assassin let something like that stop them?
I scooped up my clothes and pulled them on before heading out and letting the door shut without a sound behind me. The hour was early enough that the hotel was empty, and as I scurried down the hallway I heard a few alarm clocks going off in a variety of rooms. Unlike me, though, most of those people probably either had an early flight or liked to get a workout in before they started the day. I just wanted to get the hell out of dodge before either of the twins woke up and tried to track me down. As tempting as a morning threesome would be, I couldn't do something like that and risk enjoying it too much.
By the time I was back at the compound it was a little later, and I had to be careful to avoid other residents so that I could make it to my room in the same clothes I had left in the night before without anyone seeing me. No one would confront me about it, I knew that, but I also kne
w that word would make its way back to Thurston and then he'd go into one of his rages. We'd fight and he'd probably add time or damages on to my tab, which was something I definitely didn’t want.
Fortunately, most people tended to want to avoid the others. We were all there to pay back debts, and we weren't allowed to talk to each other about our past lives or our cases, so it was easier, at least for me, to just keep to myself. There were rumors that if any of us grew too close and became friends, or worse, lovers, then the Family would send one after the other. I wouldn't kill someone I cared about. It was a line I refused to cross, something I couldn't let myself do, so I stayed away from everyone. It was that simple act, plus my mad sneaking skills that made it possible to get to my room undetected.
As soon as I was safe behind my closed door I stripped out of the outfit and shoved it into the laundry basket before taking a long, skin-meltingly-hot shower. For once I didn't feel as disgusted with myself as I sometimes did after my little adventures with other humans. I wasn't sure whether it was because they had actually treated me like another human being and not just something they got to fuck, or whether it was because of how good the sex was. Maybe I was going soft? Had I caught feelings? Not after one night, surely. It was just damn good sex, that's all.
After I stepped out of the shower, I cleaned off the mirror and began to towel off. I evaluated my body, as I did after every shower, noting any wounds, bruises, or new scars that had appeared so I could track any damage done to my body. I also kept an eye out for freckles, hoping one would pop up sometime so I wasn't just all plain skin. If I could I'd get tattoos, but the Family would never allow me to do something that so easily could identify my body or blow my cover.
The last thing I expected to find was a weird glowing handprint smack on my left butt cheek, curving around my hip and another on my right shoulder. I rubbed my towel over first one then the other, trying to get them off, but neither of them moved. They did change though. As soon as they were dry they seemed to lose the shimmering property they'd had a moment ago. Now, each of them looked more like a burn, but old ones, not fresh.
My heart pounded in my chest. Where the hell had they come from and what had caused it? Worst of all, what was Thurston going to do to me if I couldn't get rid of them before my vacation was over. The skin felt sore as I ran my fingertips over the mark on my shoulder, and I knew, based on my own hand size, that it wasn't my print.
Since I hadn't had it before last night, that could only mean that it belonged to either Lysander or Alistair, or both since there were two of them. Suddenly I wasn't feeling so crazy about putting my tracking program on Lysander's phone. If they were going to mark me somehow, then they were going to have to undo it, because whether or not they knew it they had just messed with the property of one of the most powerful families in the country, possibly in the world.
I took a few deep breaths and calmed myself down before getting dressed. There was only one thing for me to do, and that was confront them which put me back in work mode even though I was on a supposed vacation. I sat on the edge of my bed and launched the app on my phone to activate the tracker.
They were already gone from the hotel and were across town in a very densely populated area. I didn't spend too much time over that way my targets usually seemed to live in either the crappier parts of town or the super wealthy parts. I had even been sent abroad for a couple of assignments, but it always took longer than Thurston liked for me to be familiar enough with the city to complete my assignment.
The tracker was easy to start and follow. It was everything I ever wanted in an app, but then it should be since I'd built it from scratch. My well-worn jeans slipped over my skin before I put on my work shoes, the ones that were almost silent, along with a better bra and tank top, before digging out my secret stash of knives and strapping them to my back. Once I added a jacket I was ready to go. Something had me hesitating as I went to open the door. I was recognizable to them like this.
Without slowing down I turned and went into my closet, grabbed a wig, and secured it in place within a matter of moments. I had done this many times before, so it was a practiced skill. The ebony bob gave me a harder edge than my lavender hair, which was exactly what I needed to confront these guys.
I remained blessedly undisturbed as I made my way out of the compound and into the city. As I followed my path to the little green dot I grabbed a coffee and the rare treat of a cheese Danish. The flaky pastry and sweet cream cheese had been warmed through to perfection and I had my own little Breakfast at Tiffany's moment, except not as elegant and much more kickass. I walked down the small street that was filled with artsy little stores selling everything from handmade jewelry and bath products to top of the line electronics. My roaming attention traveled over each window, not only taking in the products that were on display, but the reflections as well.
I wanted to make sure no one was following me, not that anyone would have a reason to, but Thurston could be a tad bit obsessive when he wanted to be. Which happened to be the understatement of the year. If I were honest with myself, I wouldn't be surprised if he was tracking me somehow which was why I had to make this trip look as natural as possible.
Each step I took closer to seeing the twins again made me feel weird. I was excited and nervous, but also pissed and ready to take it out of their hides. I didn't know if they'd done this on purpose or what, but they needed to fix it and fast. If they didn't then my whole vacation was going to be ruined searching for a way to rid myself of these marks.
Within an hour or so I was approaching their location. The apartment block was fortunately next to a small park where there was a frisbee golf basket, a beach volleyball area which looked gross and muddy, and a rusty swing set that hadn't seen much use in a while. I dallied there for a bit while I inconspicuously assessed the building.
There was one front entrance which was locked and required a key or to know someone in the building that could buzz you in. All that was needed on my part was a little patience for someone unobservant that I could follow into the building. There appeared to be four floors, with at least one apartment on each side. I could see a fire escape clinging to the back side of the building. It looked too precarious for me to have faith in it to support anyone's weight.
I barely had to wait at all until someone who fit the profile I was looking for approached the building. With a few quick steps I was behind the woman who was looking at her phone while carrying an armful of grocery bags, and also struggling to find her key.
"Want me to hold those for you?" I asked. It was a calculated risk. Announcing my presence might make me more exposed and vulnerable to someone remembering me, but it was that or watch her suffer trying to find her key. An offer of help and the sickly-sweet smile I plastered on my face would ensure that she accepted my presence with ease and would get me in the building faster than awkwardly waiting for her.
She spun around, surprised that someone had been behind her. "Ugh, thanks, that's so nice of you," she said as she unloaded her grocery bags onto me.
"Anytime," I replied as I patiently waited for her to unlock the door.
Once we were both in I handed the grocery bags back to her and made my way upstairs since she was heading down the hall on the first floor. The beige walls and burgundy carpet were in decent condition and the stairs I was climbing made the place feel homier than most apartment buildings since they had carpet and weren't just cement and metal.
I worked my way from the top down until my marker was the closest it had been to the green dot on the screen. They were in the front room of the apartment on the second floor on the left side. The apartments were bigger than the brick facade made it look like they would be from the outside.
After I took a deep breath I knocked on the door, noting the number, 2A, in case I needed to come back at a later date. I kept my head turned to the side and down so they wouldn't be able to see me clearly through the peephole. When I felt someone on the other side of t
he door I had to fight the urge to turn toward them.
A moment later the door opened and one of the guys from the club that wasn't one of the twins was standing in front of me. "Can I help you?" His voice was deep and smooth like a rich cheesecake. Great, now I was thinking about cheesecake, I knew I shouldn't have had that Danish.
"Hi, I need to speak with Alistair or Lysander please," I said, figuring it was better to start off polite than to just start kicking ass and taking names which is what I wanted to do. Two red heads of hair popped into my line of sight behind the guy at the door and I was glad I'd worn one of my wigs. Looking like myself would have probably made them freak out as soon as they saw me, whereas this way I could at least get my foot in the door.
Chapter 6
Maddox
The woman standing at our doorstep was the same one from the club that the brothers took back to a hotel, but she looked different. She didn't want us, or probably just them, to recognize her for some reason. I wasn't sure if that meant that the sex was that bad or that good that she had to come after them about it. Not that we hadn't wanted to find her, after all she was our challenge.
"You going to let her in, Mads?" Lysander asked from behind me.
I backed up and opened the door wide, watching curiously as this woman who had looked like an ethereal creature the night before moved past me looking more like Kate Beckinsale from the movie Underworld. She was hot as hell, there was no denying that. Part of me was jealous of the brothers; they always got the attention. Sex and soul mates. Those were their specialties, what most people spent a good chunk of their lives taking part in or searching for. Ezio and I, on the other hand, specialized in the familial type of love and the friendship type of love.
"It's a pleasure to see you again, Sage," Alistair said as he approached the woman.
