Accepting My Twin Mates

Chapter 70

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 70

67 – Pups and Marks?

Badru

My mind had been in an exhausted fog for the last 24 hours, I had barely kept up with what time of day it was or even the day. It may well have been a week instead of a 24 hour period that had passed. We had been lost in a haze of lust and mating and Evie hadn’t given us a moment of rest. With two mates, and Alphas at that, I thought between Astennu and me, we would have been more than plenty to satisfy Evie’s heat-fuelled needs.

Underestimations were severely made on our part.

Konstantin had warned my brother that lycans could be ‘demanding’ during their mating cycles and, if anything, he had downplayed it. Demanding, was not how I would have characterised Evie or her wolf.

‘She’s a damn merciless animal, is what,’ Baniti whined as a bone-aching fatigue lulled us into a painful sleep.

For the first time ever, my wolf was actually complaining about s*x, not even bothered that our brother was currently getting laid instead of us. She had railed us, without rest, ever since she had woken after her little snack break.

I was in some blissful in-between land of consciousness and dozy sleep, enjoying every second of peace to rest my agonised and overly strained body, when a powerful tingle surging with sparks lurched my lower half. Something wonderfully hot and wet lapped at my c**k, twirling my head around a plump pair of soft lips. A shaky groan rippled from me, my hands fisting the bedsheet beneath me.

“Ya ‘iilaha (oh my goddess),” I muttered under my breath. “Please, go dig up your vibrator outside.”

The pain from my raw skin was begging to be left alone. On the flip side of the coin, the pain of my throbbing erection demanded to be sated.

My eyes were flung open when a body pinned me from above, her hands on either side of my head. Evie’s claws extended, her chest heaving with guttural breaths, staring down at me with black eyes and sweat-glistening skin.

“You said I had two ready and willing c***s anytime I wanted, even at 3am,” she ran a thick claw along my jaw, using my naïve words against me. “I’m just cashing in.”

I gulped when her claws ran down the thick muscles of my arms, gripping my wrists in a tight hold over my head. My pulsating and straining d**k leaked copious amounts of precum as she leaned down to whisper in my ear, her breasts and hardened buds setting my skin alive in anticipation.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Alpha.”

Suddenly, my physical aches seemed to vanish, hearing each of her words edged with a feral growl. By the moon above, this was hot. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

‘Are we gonna die?’ A notch of nervousness tinged my wolf’s voice, along with crippling arousal and excitement at how wild our mate had become.

‘Probably, but it’s an excellent way to go.’

“Come on, where’s that Alpha spirit?” She ground her hips over mine, my c**k sliding between her lower lips and hitting her clit, sending mind-numbing shockwaves through me.

“My spirit is willing. But my body’s screaming for Tylenol and Gatorade. Aste, help me out here,” I pleaded over my shoulder, except, the only reply I got was a quiet snore. “Khayin (traitor).”

“I don’t think he can help you,” Evie tore open a foil packet with her teeth.

The action had me wanting those teeth sunk into me, and not just a mark. What I would give to be covered in her bites. She rolled the condom over my agonising erection. The pleasure mixed with the pain of her claws digging into my wrists… oh hell, I loved it.

Her hips were merciless against mine, her eyes pure black with only a flicker of smokey blue swirling through the iris. Gathering what energy I had left, I met her thrust for thrust, preparing myself for another four hours of pure animalistic f*****g.

Evgeniya

My eyes ached as they opened. I prepared myself for the harsh light of the setting sun to hit, but it never came. What lay on the other side of the window was a clear starry night with only a few wisps of clouds, drifting across the partial moon. My head lay resting on a solid and warm chest, a heavily muscular arm draped across my shoulders; Badru. On my stomach and snuggled between my thighs, nuzzled to the patch of skin under my navel laid Astennu.

Not exactly the way around I thought they’d be.

‘I know, right?’ Evva stretched in my mind, sounding more like herself. ‘Usually, our goober likes to hold on protectively and lil’ nugget tries to cop a feel any which way he can.’

I tried to move, wincing at the soreness everywhere, particularly between my legs. Sore, but more satisfied and sated than I thought possible.

My dazed senses that had been focused wholly on mating, and only mating, were returning to a somewhat normal state. I didn’t remember much of the last day and I still didn’t trust my memory currently.

With my movements, I jostled the twins to a semi-consciousness also. Badru yawned and stretched behind me, popping his joints. Astennu gripped my waist in a death hold, yawning loudly.

“f**k, I feel like I’ve 20 rounds in training,” Badru wiped a hand down his face and ran his fingers through my hair. “There’s my animal.”

He sat up and nuzzled me upside down, making my temperature want to spike again.

“This is a nice position to wake up in,” Astennu kissed my slit, parting me with a broad lick. ‘I see why Badru likes to snuggle down here to sleep.’

I threw my head back in a loud moan, my legs parting wider automatically. Badru slid his hands down my sides, sweeping back up and twisting my n*****s in his fingertips. At that moment, a loud and raucous grumble echoed from my stomach.

“Damn, ammar, that was enough to scare off a horde of werewolves,” Astennu lifted his head, chuckling with his twin.

‘If we’re doing any more f*****g, we need feeding first,’ Evva groaned.

‘I think our poor mates need some feeding too, and a little looking after.’

They had already taken care of me so much, I wanted to return the favour.

“Does my nour el-ain want some dinner?” Badru twirled a lock of my hair around his finger, tucking it behind my ear.

“Yeah, but I wanna cook. And I don’t wanna hear an argument on it either,” I raised a brow at both of them in turn. “What about a fire in that nice little fire pit? Maybe you can fix that while I cook?”

I slipped on a lace bralette and panties, catching a whiff of myself and wrinkling my nose.

“I should’ve probably showered first.”

“No way,” Astennu spanked my ass lightly, wrapping an arm around me from behind.

“We worked too hard to coat you in our scent,” Badru muttered, burying his nose in my neck. “You can wash it off later. Give us at least an hour to enjoy it.”

In just a pair of thin sweatpants, they sauntered out, leaving me with the only option there was; ogle their broad defined backs and watch their tight muscular asses move under the thin fabric.

‘Keep this up, and you’ll be dipping our coochie in the snow outside.’

‘Like your horny wolf ass isn’t drooling up there in my mind.’

I picked up the robe that had been thrown to the room, just by my bag. The flash of metallic colour caught my eye, my locket. Werewolves rarely wore jewellery. It interfered with and restricted the shift, so many never bothered with it. In a private lodge with just my mates, I couldn’t envision a situation in which I needed to shift. So, I slipped it over my head and popped it open, my thumb running over the picture of my mother.

What was she like? I wondered if I took after her with anything, aside from music. It was uncanny the similar shade of ginger hair and pale hazel eyes she and Lucy shared; although that was where the physical similarities ended. Guess my dad had a type.

I stood at the stove, making a pot of simple beef chilli with a fire crackling to my right. Badru sat on a barstool across from me at the counter, those sparkling sapphires of his shimmering and following my every movement. Astennu had gone to the log store to stock the basket up in just his sweatpants and a pair of boots, wanting the cold air to cool his skin.

“Would you pick a mood?” I snapped my head up at hearing a faint and longing whine coming from the twin across from me. “It wasn’t that long ago you were begging me to leave you alone and now you’re pining because you’re turned on again?”

As the words fell from my mouth, the side door in the open-plan kitchen swung open.

“That robe ain’t helping,” Astennu swallowed, back-kicking the door closed and pressing toe to heel to pull his boots off.

“All it’s doing is teasing,” Badru folded his arms and rested his chin on them like a pup.

“Would a snack turn that frown around?”

“What kinda snack?” His eyes remained fixed on my breasts.

“Just as we’re making progress with you,” I shook my head, regretting the movement as a dizzy spell came about.

Astennu quickly gripped me around my waist, taking the spatula from my grasp. “That’s it, you’ve been a horny mess all day and you’ve not taken care of yourself.”

Badru stood to take over the hob, flicking it off. “Yeah, and I already hold the monopoly on horny mess. Don’t be hustling in on my racket.”

“Do you want to eat dinner in an ice bath?” Astennu swept me up into his arms, holding me bridal style.

“No, if I drop my food, I’ll be sad.”

The other one snorted as he plated up our chilli into bowls.

Curled up on the plush circular couch after we had eaten, the snow-capped landscape glowed under the moonlight through the panoramic window I gazed out from. I stretched out, laid across my mates, full and growing sleepy, stroking the back of Badru’s neck and sliding the tip of my toe up to prod at Astennu’s side.

“I’m not ticklish, I promise. That’s all Ru,”

“I hate you so much for telling,” the scowl was evident in his tone.

“Don’t be embarrassed, it’s cute,” my hand drifted down to his bare side, squeezing lightly.

Badru’s entire body jolted, gripping my wrist to make me stop. “Quit it or I’ll roll you on the floor.”

I breathed a quiet burst of laughter, leaving him alone for now. It went overlooked at first, but eventually, I noticed where both my mates’ attention had wandered, absentmindedly; gently stroking my stomach as though willing there to be something.

Astennu caught my frown, slowly retreating his hand away. “Sorry, it doesn’t mean anything.”

“You’re not disappointed… are you?” My eyes quickly flitted to his, looking away in the same instance.

“No. I’m definitely worried about having kids,” Badru spoke up instantly behind me. “I mean, I am a big kid.”

“You said it, not me,” I patted his cheek, noticing his brother had remained silent.

I looked at him expectantly.

“I’m not disappointed to not be jumping into parenthood right away…” Astennu paused. “But I think I would like pups, eventually. What about you?”

“I don’t know… pups were never an option for me before,” I plucked at the sleeve of my robe, trying not only to find the right words but to figure out what I actually wanted.

‘Just tell them the truth. They won’t be offended and they won’t pressure us into anything,’ my wolf encouraged.

As a she-wolf, our reproduction cycles were triggered when our wolves appeared. It was a rare occurrence, but for the few she-wolves that never received their wolf, there was nothing to physically trigger their heat. And without a heat, a she-wolf could never conceive. This was what I had come to accept as my fate.

“… Because I thought I couldn’t shift, it was always one of the many decisions I thought were made for me, that I had no control over… but I was never really sad about it because I didn’t think I wanted any. I’m not exactly the most maternal she-wolf out there.”

“You know you don’t need to put any pressure on yourself?” Astennu gripped my calves draped across his lap, squeezing in comfort. “We’ve only been together a few weeks. We don’t need to have our entire relationship planned out and it’s kinda freeing to wing it for a change. Just like your mark, it’ll happen when you’re ready.”

“Asking for a little time isn’t the end of the world,” Badru stroked my hairline, combing his finger through my strands. “I mean, what’s the rush?”

“And that’s coming from the most impatient wolf on the planet,” his twin chuckled. “The only thing you need is what feels right for you.”

While I didn’t want the mental image of my father marking my mother in my head, I did take the words he had told me, before I came up here to the mountains, to heart.

‘I marked your mother during heat and regretted. I wished I had waited till I would have remembered.’

I barely remembered the last day that had passed. I knew I had had the best s*x of my life, but I only recalled a fraction of it. Had I been marked and marked my mates in return, I wasn’t sure if I would have any memory of it. Something that should be my most treasured memory would have been lost.

After my heat, though, would be another story.