Dark Dichotomy

by Aubrey Ross

Evan pulled back. “Not yet. Let the arousal build. We’re just getting started.”

  She couldn’t decide if she was thrilled or terrified by the statement. Joseph licked her lips and so did Evan. She wiggled, clutching the ropes until her knuckles turned white. Joseph steadied her with his arm around her waist. Evan’s warm fingers parted her folds so he had better access to her secrets. He pushed his tongue into her passage and gently swirled. Joseph’s tongue made a similar maneuver and she went perfectly still. Were they communicating telepathically or did they instinctively know what the other was doing?

  Joseph continued to pluck at her nipples while his tongue moved in her mouth. She returned the kiss as best she could, but Evan was damned distracting. He flicked his tongue over her clit and gently sucked on her folds, flitting from one place to another with no discernible pattern. The inconsistent caresses built the sensations inside her to staggering heights.

  With his lips gently closed around her clit, Evan pushed two fingers into her core. He worked her slowly for a moment, his lips teasing her sensitive little nub. Joseph focused as well, his tongue curling around hers. Evan filled her with his fingers and sucked hard on her clit.

  Lark’s scream was muffled by Joseph’s mouth. Evan pulled his fingers out and feasted on her cream. His thumb slid up to cover her clit, prolonging the rhythmic spasms with a gentle circular motion. She sagged against Joseph, her eyes closed, muscles limp.

  “You better leave some for me,” Joseph cautioned.

  Evan reluctantly stood and they traded places. Joseph went right for her clit with uncharacteristic urgency. She yelped and shivered as he stoked the simmering heat back to blazing intensity. Evan’s kisses tasted like her pleasure. The realization made her shiver again.

  “Are you going to let me have that pretty mouth while Joseph fucks your pussy?”

  “I’d like that,” she whispered against his parted lips. “But he’s been there before.”

  “Only on the metaphysical plane,” Joseph reminded.

  She smiled at him before turning back to Evan. “Why are you avoiding…that particular destination? You can’t get me pregnant. I’m on the Pill.”

  She expected a sexy smile or even a chuckle. Instead he grew serious. “I’m the dominant twin. Joseph can get away with it, for now. But the soul bonding will activate as soon as I come inside your pussy. We want you to be sure that’s what you want.”

  “You can always use a condom.” Even with everything that she’d learned, and experienced, soul bonding between mates sounded pretty surreal. “Wait. Do we need to worry about STDs?”

  Evan shook his head and traced her mouth with his index finger. “We’re immune to human diseases and Leos would have sensed anything you carried while we were healing you. Now stop stalling. I want to fuck that sexy mouth.”

  No, he wanted to fuck her mouth while Joseph fucked her pussy. Two men, two mouths, four hands and two cocks, the possibilities were endless. “Then let’s do it.”

  “Let go.”

  Her hands turned loose and she fell backward. Evan caught her and brought her torso into alignment with the rest of her body. He stood beside not behind her. All she had to do was turn her head to reach his cock. She opened her mouth and they thrust in at exactly the same time.

  Joseph drilled into her pussy and Evan slid into her mouth. Pleasure rolled from her head to her toes in one sustained sensation. Nothing had ever felt like this. The two halves would never compare to the whole.

  She clutched Joseph’s shaft, caressing him the only way she could. Evan rocked in and out of her mouth. She swirled her tongue and kept her lips tight against his straining cock.

  Open your mind, songbird. I want to share this with you.

  Recognizing Joseph’s dear voice didn’t keep the shiver of fear from erupting. She didn’t want to be afraid. She knew these two would never hurt her, but even the healing sessions hadn’t completely eradicated her dread of psychic interaction.

  “No one will ever hurt you again.” Evan pulled out of her mouth and moved behind her. He pushed her upward then held her against him, his breath warm against her cheek. “Look at him. Tell me what you see.”

  Joseph stared back at her, love shining from his eyes. Love? How could he possibly love her? His features were almost too perfect to be real and his body was every bit as amazing. “He’s beautiful.”

  “How does he make you feel?”

  He filled her with strong, steady strokes.

  “Safe.” That was true, but she felt so much more than safe. “Desirable. Adored.”

  Evan’s arm tightened just a bit and he kissed her temple. Then trust him. Trust us to protect and cherish you.

  She reached for Joseph, opening for him, welcoming him inside her soul. Breath-stealing pleasure swept into her with the first touch of his mind. This is how I make you feel? She was humbled by the intensity.

  Aroused beyond bearing by the metaphysical joining, Joseph drove fast and hard into her softness. He threw back his head and shared his release with her, driven far beyond words.

  She felt his scalding climax as his cock bucked inside her body. Her own release followed. Sensations rolled through her, into her, and out of her until a long, low cry tore from her throat.

  “Songbird, indeed.” Joseph wrapped his arms around her hips, buried deep inside her. He smiled into her eyes and whispered, “That was music to my ears.”

  * * *

  “God damn it!” Aidan threw his beer bottle, smashing it against Brook’s living room wall. “I left a psychic minefield inside her mind. How the fuck did they work through it?”

  “Together.”

  He glared at Brook. Her unflappable composure infuriated him, yet it was her emotional equilibrium and hunger for power that enabled her to control her day-dwelling twin. To his knowledge, he and his siblings were the only Dichotomies who controlled their transformation.

  They’d both been tired of living half a life and listening to the objections of their meeker side. So they resisted transition’s pull for longer and longer each evening, gradually gaining control over when—or if—their day-dwelling twins emerged. Brook had mastered the technique first, but Aidan had achieved greater control.

  “We worked together to reshape her memory,” Aidan snapped. “It should have been enough.” Psychic abilities ran all through their family, which was why the council concocted lies about their mental instability. Anyone not willing to worship the mighty Burton brothers must be eradicated.

  “If you’re tired of storming the castle, perhaps you should think of ways to lure one of the knights out from behind their defenses.”

  “Aren’t we poetic tonight?” He raked his hair with both hands, barely suppressing his need for violence. He had spent months investigating the enemy, meticulously identifying potential weaknesses. So how were they staying a step ahead of him?

  “Even with my help, you’re not strong enough to take them on en masse. Separate them and pick them off one at a time.”

  He didn’t doubt Brook’s dedication to destroying the Burtons. She had lost just as much as he had. But her patience frustrated him. “I suppose you have a strategy all planned out,” he grumbled.

  “I thought you’d never ask.”

  Chapter Seven

  Evan felt transition grip him and knew stubbornness alone had held it off so long. He quickly guided Lark’s hands to the ropes and stepped out from behind her. Joseph groaned and trembled, unwilling to be separated from her. Light burst through Joseph’s skin and his corporeal form dispersed into glittering sparks.

  “Oh my God!” Lark swayed wildly in the sling. Color bled from her face and her eyes shimmered with equal parts fear and wonder.

  Evan closed his eyes and absorbed Joseph’s energy. He rolled his shoulders and sighed. He was complete again.

  Opening his eyes with a playful smile, he asked, “Any questions?” She just stared at him, disbelief paralyzing her lovely features. “Descriptions never really prepare
anyone for seeing it live.”

  “He… You are…” She shook away the stupor as color gradually returned to her face. “That just happened to everyone in the house?”

  “The fucking or transformation?”

  She kicked out at him. “That’s not funny. How many Dichotomies are there? Does the government know about you?”

  “Me personally or the Dichotomy in general?”

  “Stop being an ass. Who wouldn’t be freaked out by this?”

  He moved between her legs and kissed her mouth. “I’m sorry. You’re right. You have every right to be freaked out.” Her naked body was the ultimate distraction. Still, he tried to assuage her curiosity. “We’ve had a longstanding alliance with the United States government. We share medical and technological developments with them and they leave us the hell alone. I’m not sure how many Dichotomies are currently alive. There are clusters of us in various locations all over North America and Europe.”

  She looked at him, then past him, then back into his eyes. Her brow knitted and she licked her lips. His pleasure was obviously going to have to wait. With a resigned sigh, he freed her legs from the support loops and lowered her feet to the floor.

  He tossed her his shirt and tugged on his jeans. After gathering the rest of their clothing into untidy bundles, they crept up the back stairs and into his bedroom.

  “Are Aidan and Connell one person?” she asked as he closed the door.

  “Yes.” He dropped his bundle on the floor, anxious to have her back in his arms.

  “Joseph said Aidan is part of your family.” He took her clothes out of her hands and tossed them on top of his. “Did he mean a blood relative or just a Dichotomy?”

  “Our grandfather was his father’s brother, so I’m not sure what that makes us.” He sat on the edge of the bed and drew her between his thighs. His shirt barely reached mid-thigh and her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric.

  “He attacked me to get to you.”

  Her voice was tremulous and uncertain, redirecting his hand as he reached for her breast. He touched her face instead, brushing his thumb across the arch of her cheekbone. “I know you came to Napa looking for Holly, but how did Aidan find you?”

  “Connell found me snooping around their office and offered to help me look for Holly. He seemed so nice, sad even, and the entire time he was zapping me with mental commands.” She looked into his eyes and her voice dropped to barely a whisper. “You can do it too, can’t you? You used the same sort of commands to combat what Aidan did to me.”

  His mouth went dry as guilt rushed up to meet him. “I just made an opening for Torral. I would never try to control you. I—”

  “I’m not afraid of you, Evan.” She placed her hands on his shoulders, caressing the nape of his neck. “You’re not like him. I knew that the moment you touched my mind. Maybe even before that. I could sense it in your kiss.”

  Her words were like a balm to his soul. Wrapping himself in the sentiment, he released the tension that had gathered between his shoulders. He trailed his index finger along her neck and hooked it in the front of her shirt. “Are we done talking?” He inhaled her scent and tingling heat curled through his abdomen. “I’d really like to fuck you now.”

  “Just one more question, then we’ll play. Why does Aidan hate you so much?”

  He sighed, his hands sneaking under the shirt to cup her naked bottom. “It’s complicated.”

  “Then talk fast.”

  “My grandfather immigrated to America from Ireland along with his two brothers. Lucas was the oldest and his descendants settled on the East Coast. I’m descended from the middle brother, Mangus. The youngest was Nicholas and his mind snapped around the turn of the century.”

  “The turn of which century?”

  He really didn’t want to get in to all this right now, but he saw no way around it. “We age much slower than humans. Aidan is around a hundred and twenty years old.”

  “How old are you?”

  He smiled. “Older than I look. Don’t distract me. Nicholas raped and murdered several women before he was apprehended by the elder council. His life was forfeit because of his crimes and his children were taken to a safe house for observation.”

  “Why? What had his children done wrong?”

  “The mental illness that afflicted Nicholas is genetic and degenerative. Everyone in his extended family was screened for the anomaly. All of Nicholas’ children tested positive. However, none of them had exhibited any symptoms at the time of their father’s arrest.”

  “How long were they kept at this safe house?”

  “I don’t know exactly, but that’s only one of his points of contention. Aidan’s main objection is that they were—sterilized.” He stumbled over the last word, unsure how she would react to the revelation. “It was the only way to ensure that the genetic anomaly wasn’t passed on to future generations.”

  “Had his condition deteriorated before that was done to him?”

  “I don’t know. It was drastic, but it was successful. No more cases of the anomaly have been detected.”

  “All of the children were sterilized?” He nodded. “How many are there?”

  “Three boys and two girls. The eldest became nearly as violent as Nicholas. Luckily he was already in custody when he lost control. The remaining four escaped from the safe house two years ago. The council has been searching for them ever since.”

  Her brows drew together, wrinkling her forehead. “Brook runs an escort service in San Francisco. How hard could she be to find?”

  “Brook’s behavior has been stable so far. They have no reason to apprehend her.”

  “Running an escort service isn’t reason enough?”

  “The legality of prostitution isn’t an issue the council is willing to take on. However, Joseph suspects she was the one assisting Aidan. Can you verify her involvement?”

  She shook her head and glanced away. “There was definitely more than one mind pummeling me, but I can’t be sure it was Brook.”

  “Damn.”

  Lark pushed her fingers into his hair and swayed toward him. “I’m not sure if knowing the forces that warped him makes this better or worse.”

  “The important thing is we will find him. If Brook blinks wrong, we’ll take her down too. No one else is going to suffer because of Aidan.”

  She was quiet for a moment then she released a long breath and her gaze focused on his mouth. “Enough about Aidan. I want you.”

  “Thank God!” He stood, bringing his body flush with hers. After an urgent kiss, he tore the shirt off over her head and turned her toward the bed.

  Lark looked back at him, desire warming her gaze. “You don’t want me to finish what I started in the playroom?”

  He cupped her breasts and pressed against her back. “Bend over, love. I have something else in mind.”

  “Bend over?” She laughed, but obeyed. “How romantic.”

  “I said ‘love’.” His hands moved boldly over her breasts and back. He squeezed her nipples and moved her legs farther apart. His release had been postponed and postponed again. He wanted to slam his aching cock into her pussy and race to the finish line. But that would never be acceptable for his precious songbird.

  Impatiently shucking his jeans, he devoured her visually. Her body angled toward the bed, her round ass thrust in the air. Long and sleek, her legs formed a tantalizing V, accenting the delights between. Her folds were glossy and her tightly puckered opening peeked out between the lush cheeks of her ass. Perfect.

  His. Dominant hunger surged through him. He jerked open the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lubricant.

  “What are you doing?” She glanced over her shoulder.

  “Rest your forehead on your arms and don’t look up again.”

  Rebellion flared through her gaze for a second then lust chased it away. “If you’re after what I think. I’ve never done it before,” she whispered.

  “I know.” He stared into
her eyes, needing her surrender.

  Another moment passed in tense silence, then she positioned herself as he’d directed, opening her body and her mind. Joy burst within him, a brilliant flash of emotion that further tested his self-control.

  He placed the lube on the floor and knelt behind her, running his hands up the backs of her thighs. She made a muffled sound, part gasp, part cry, and he sensed the depths of her excitement. Despite her uncertainty, she craved his aggression, needed his dominance.

  Shedding his civility like an unwanted costume, he parted her cheeks and circled her anus with his tongue. She was his to conquer, devour, and pleasure until she screamed his name.

  Pushing two fingers into her core, he growled against her ass. She was hot and slippery with the combined remains of her pleasure and Joseph’s come. His fingers slid in and out while he staked his claim on her other opening.

  A throaty murmur escaped her throat but she remained tense and unsure. “I will never hurt you. Do you believe that much at least?” He stroked her back and hips with his free hand, unwilling to withdraw his fingers from inside her.

  “I believe you,” she whispered and her pussy rippled around his fingers.

  He drizzled lube into her crack with his other hand. She shivered, her ass flexing restlessly. His fingers pushed deep and stayed buried inside her pussy, while he moved on to the next stage of preparation. Smearing the lube around and around, he worked his middle finger into her virgin hole.

  Her sphincter gave way and she gasped. Fuck, she was tight! “Relax, love. I won’t take you until you’re ready.”

  He withdrew his fingers from her pussy, focusing her attention on the new sensations. Slow and steady, he aroused and trained her body. More lube and a second finger sent shockwaves of pleasure zinging through her. Each new stage she accepted caused tenderness to swell through him. Her willingness to explore new territory proved how much she trusted him.

  She took a third finger with a little yelp. Rotating his wrist, he stretched her stubborn muscle, sliding easily on a generous layer of lube. She was relaxed, ready and waiting. He positioned himself against her as he reached between her thighs. With his fingers lightly massaging her clit, he slowly breached her ass with the head of his cock.