Twin Princes’ Desire

Chapter 8: Twins

Ares POV

"So, what do we know about this assassin?" My brother Lyon asked while lazing across my bed.

"All we know is everyone refers to her as the 'Silk Blood Rose Assassin' and she goes by a different alias every time she kills. She seduces the male victims before the killings and lures the women with promises of wealth. Then there is the blood gift she leaves at every scene..." I trail off thinking of the murder scene pictures.

"Blood gift, what the hell is that?" Lyon says.

"Did you even look at the brief we were given?" I stared incredidously at my brother.

"Nope, I have you for that," he smiles smugly at me.

"Stop being an ass and look at this." I heard him huff before I saw his shadow fall on the desk in front of me. Turning the image around, I moved it towards him. I heard him take a sharp intake of air before he let out a nervous laugh.

"This b***h is certifiably crazy... not even I would do something like that," chuckling to himself as he moved back to the bed.

"I just don't understand the meaning behind it. It requires her to stay longer at the scene and why every time?" I wondered aloud.

"It's simple, this isn't for pleasure, the way the whole scene is set out, it appears orchestrated for one purpose. She's portraying a message to the people that find the victim. It's meant for us royals, a dramatic and theatrical f**k you all," Lyon pondered.

"Hmm... perhaps," I stroked the stubble that had begun growing on my jaw, looking up at the ceiling.

"What could create such savagery, such rage, such.... cold-heartedness?" I wondered aloud.

"Who cares, all we have to do is find her, then maybe you can ask her," Lyon stated simply, as though it were as easy as popping a squat.

"Well, the best place to start is where all the underground scum hang out," I sighed.

"Hellions Tavern," Lyon rolled his eyes.

"Okay, get your best suit ready. We are going tonight." Just as I was about to go over the details for the night ahead, a knock sounded throughout the room.

"Come in," I answered. I didn't have to look at the door to know who stood there, all I needed was their scent.

"Sarilla, why are you here?" I asked coldly.

"Oh, come now, Ares, I came to have some fun with my favorite Twins. You both have seemed so stressed lately and I thought I might come and help ease some of it," Sarilla was the daughter of the Alpha of Sandom although her aura was that of an omega. She had been staying in the castle at my father's request. It was all for the upcoming tournament where 3 girls from each major pack would compete for my brother and my affections.

"We're not interested, Sarilla," I stated as I looked back at the brief in front of me.

"Speak for yourself Ares I could use some stress relief. Bring those plump lips here," Lyon chuckled. I turned to see Sarilla pout at me before sauntering over towards the bed. Lyon laid there with his hands behind his head while Sarilla crawled over and unzipped his pants.

Just because I said I wasn't interested didn't mean I wouldn't watch. I was a hot-blooded male Alpha after all.

She moaned as she pulled out his massive length. The moan was obviously a show of seduction and it worked as Lyon hardened after a couple of strokes.

"Hard for me already?" She stared up at him beneath her lashes.

"Did I say you could talk?" He growled down at her. Rolling her eyes, she began licking the tip of his glistening length.

She continued taking long strokes with her mouth getting deeper and deeper with each bob of her head. Lyon lay there with his eyes shut enjoying the sensation of the soft wet mouth around his length.

I stood up from my chair and strolled over to them. I grabbed a bunch of her hair before guiding her mouth along his length. She moaned while looking up at me.

I forced her mouth deeper, knowing that it was now hitting the back of her throat as she gagged. Lyon's eyes were now open, watching as I controlled the pace.

"Such a good girl," I cooed, getting a moan in response. With my other hand, I released my rod from my pants and started pumping it in a fast motion. She reached over to replace my hand but I moved out of reach.

"Ah ah ah only my mate will get the pleasure of touching this," I warned.

"f**k, I'm getting close," Lyon groaned.

I continued guiding Sarilla's head and Lyon began softly thrusting. Her hands were on either side of his hips now as she continued to moan. The pace quickened before Lyon let out a growl and spewed his seed into her mouth, causing her to gag and spit it all over his abdomen. Lyon fell back with a sigh and I went soft, instantly turned off by the mess. It seemed I would have to tend to myself later.

"Seriously?" He asked her.

She turned bright red before hurriedly moving off the bed and heading towards the door.

"I'm sorry," she exclaimed, clearly embarrassed.

"It's okay, you may go," I replied, turning to the bathroom to retrieve a towel. I heard the bedroom door close.

"No it's not! She just left me with my seed all over me," Lyon shouted.

Coming back out, I threw the towel at him, glaring.

"You can be a real douchebag you know," I shook my head, turning back to my desk.

"We really need to find our mate, I bet she won't make a mess like this," he huffed.

"Yes, well, that may never happen if we have to marry one of those debutante princesses that father has invited," I groaned as I slumped into my chair.

"That will not happen. It's all a show to find the killer. Surely we won't actually have to go through with the marriage..." he trailed off looking uncertain.

"I hope not."