The twins continued to lead her to her bedroom, talking quietly to themselves the entire time. They kept their conversation low, careful not to let her in on their plans. One of them would look back and flash her a warm smile every so often, letting her know she hadn't been forgotten. Kara, meanwhile, became lost in her own thoughts. Spending the night with half-demon twins was sure to be on hell of a ride. But if this is what it took to finally put an end to her mother's incessant complaints about her ending up as a spinster, then fine. She'd do it. She didn't have to like it, but she'd do it.
Then again, what wasn't there to like? She had at least four incredibly handsome half-demon princes fighting for her affections. She had a kick-ass bedroom and shower. And she could finally have some honest alone time whenever she wanted to have it...once this whole 'find-your-true-love' thing was over with.
They reached the door to her room faster than she'd expected. She watched in silence as the twins argued softly, fighting out which of them was going to be the gentleman and hold the door. Finally, Riordan stepped away from his brother and turned the knob, bowing low to her as he pushed the door open. Tristan stood to the side, arms crossed and scowling at his brother.
Mentally rolling her eyes, she smiled at both twins and stepped through. They followed after her, with Tristan pushing his brother out of the way to close the door. She giggled to herself. Both brothers were frantic to act the most cavalier, desperately trying to steal the spotlight away from the other.
Boys will be boys, I suppose.
Now locked in her bedroom with twin brothers eager to grab her attention, Kara suddenly remembered how naked she was. After her little shower liaison with Lyzander, her mother had hauled her buck naked out of bed and dragged her to the selection ceremony. She had stood in the middle of the crowed room, naked as a baby, and made her pick of the twins. A choice she now could see was a sloppy one.
Blushing, she wrapped her hands around herself, trying to shield her body from two sets of hungry, mismatched eyes. She rubbed her arms nervously, even though the room was deliciously warm. She simply hated being watched.
Acting like a true gentleman, Riordan ran over to her ornately carved dresser and opened the top drawer. He pulled out a thin navy blue robe and rushed back to her, using his foot to close the drawer on his way back. She stepped around her and placed the robe gently over her shoulders. He smiled kindly at her, his blue and gold eyes gleaming.
"Forgive us for staring my lady. Your body is nothing like what we're used to." Riordan's voice, deep and powerful, soothed some of her nerves.
"Yes. The bodies we're used to seeing are those of the succubae." Tristan's eyes -- one stormy grey, the other a bright green - scanned her form. "Though yours is far more pleasing."
"It is?" Her voice echoed the disbelief in her mind. She'd seen the succubae wandering the halls, all curves and not a single blemish anywhere. How could her slender, giraffe-like form please any man?
Riordan nodded in agreement with his brother. "Bah! Those whores may have curves in all the right places, but they all look the same. There's no variety in them. But you, you're a bit of fresh air here."
"You're something people aren't used to seeing." Tristan's eyebrows rose, adding emphasis.
"And when you're something that's not seen very often..."
"It makes you rare."
"When you're rare..." Riordan Grinned.
"You're more valuable." Tristan mirrored his brother's grin.
Holy shit. They finish each other's sentences.
Forcing a satisfied smile, she turned and made her way to the luxurious bed she slept in. She sat down on the thick blankets, running her fingers absently over the sensuous fabric. Her heart was racing too fast, her nerves too high-strung, for her to notice the softness. She felt the bed dip on either side of her as both twins took their places. The grinned at her, blindingly white teeth glistening in the bright light of the sconces.
"So, princess." Tristan leaned in close. "How should we start?"
Startled, she leaned away, inadvertently pressing up against Riordan. He gripped her arms gently, steadying her. She turned her head to look up at him. His smile was as bright as his brothers. Something about those smiles made her skin crawl a bit. They looked so perfect, so clean, so...hungry.
"Yes, princess. Tell us how you would like to begin. You
are
the one who holds all the power in this contest." Riordan's hands rubbed her arms, somewhat soothing her nerves.
They weren't soothed for long. Tristan crawled closer, his chiseled face only inches from her own. She was vaguely sure that if he came any closer, his razor-sharp cheekbones would slice her skin.
"Tell us what it is that you crave, princess. We'll be happy to fulfill your deepest desires." His voice was low, heavy with the lust she was sure was coursing through his veins.
"We can do whatever you like." Riordan's breath tickled her ear, as sultry and deep as his twin's. "Just say the words and it's yours."
Jumping off the bed and spinning to face them, Tristan did his beast impression of an actor giving a final performance, bowing low and dramatically. He lifted his head and shot her a playful smile. "We are at your beck and call, my lady. Your wish is our command."
She pulled away from Riordan's grasp, putting a little distance between herself and the far-too-anxious twins. She pulled the thin robe tighter around her frame. She forced a soft smile, but her eyes betrayed her unease.
Riordan caught her look of angst and gazed at her, a concerned expression on his face. "My lady? Are you alright?"
Tristan caught his brother's worried tone and rushed over to the bed, kneeling at the edge. He stared at her as well, waiting patiently for an answer.
