Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 53

Chapter 53 – Out Of Our Lives?

Badru

I heaved for oxygen, resting my forehead against the back of Evie’s head. My high and euphoria steadily retreated and now that my heated skin cooled down, the frigid air burnt my lungs. We probably shouldn’t have let our basal instincts take such a hold, but I couldn’t regret it too much. The buzz from our mate’s first shift, mixed with the bond and her intoxicating scent, had driven Baniti and Aasim into a shared frenzy. Coupled with her rather savage dominant edge, my wolf was still beside himself with glee in a mushy puddle of satisfaction.

Many Alphas would probably be none too happy for their mate to challenge their own dominance. But men like that, I pitied.

‘They have no idea what they’re missing,’ Baniti sighed in contentment. ‘Why would we want a lamb when we’ve been gifted a ravenous lioness?’

Evie’s clammy figure began to grow limp in mine and my brother’s shared hold. Her body was shutting down, compensating for the huge expenditure of her shift. Whether it was exasperated by her being a lycan, I could only imagine. It was a common affliction that accompanied the first shift. Both Astennu and I had crashed after ours, too. The only problem was she was fighting against it, using the last shreds of energy she didn’t have to stay conscious.

“Don’t worry, ammar. You need this rest,” Astennu assured, cupping her cheek.

“We’re right here, my nour el-ain. This is normal after the shift. We’ll be with you the whole time,” I peppered kisses at her temple.

The tension coiled under her skin for staying awake, ebbed away at our words and she sagged against me. Call it petty sibling rivalry, but I was over the moon it was me she fell asleep against.

‘We get to carry her!’ My wolf happily wagged and I could practically see him sticking his tongue out at our brother. Baniti had always been an excitable spirit, but around Evie? He went into overdrive.

Evie’s slumped and dead weight reminded me that I was still deeply buried within her, as was Astennu. And I was inappropriately getting another hard-on from being encased in her smooth buttermilk skin. I wiped the two of us off with a handful of snow as best I could, with my twin doing the same. The three of us needed a serious hot shower when we got back to the pack house; we were covered in everything possible: dirt, mud, leaves, sweat and a whole heap of s*x.

I picked her up bridal style, tucking her head under my chin and realising the trek we now had, in the snow, naked. Our higher natural body temperature gave us resistance to the cold, not immunity.

‘f**k, we really didn’t think any of this through,’ Astennu ran a worried hand through the top of his hair to swipe it out of his eyes.

‘You can’t say you didn’t enjoy it though,’ I grinned, sniggering at his irritated glare. Twin wolves could hide nothing from the other.

I found a kernel of humour in seeing my brother face the consequences of his newfound impulsive streak. I was a seasoned professional and rarely batted an eye at the results of my recklessness. But I was worried for Evie and her chill against the cold. An insane worry given her lycan blood. The one thing that was known about them was their homeland of Siberian Russia, where they had isolated themselves for centuries, a land famous for its harsh winters. With her wolf fully emerged, she would probably handle the cold better than any of us.

By the time we made it back to the pack house, my toes were starting to go numb. Our clothing was long gone, ripped to shreds at the site where Evie and Evva had run off.

‘Where are you going?’ Astennu stopped me as I headed to our Alpha wing door.

‘Home? To get her clean and put her to bed,’ I pointed with my finger from under Evie’s thigh.

‘Might be best for her to be in her own room,’ he inclined his head, pointing his chin down to the Omegas’ quarters. ‘Being around familiar scents, in her own space with us will help her wolf feel safer. Plus, we can be there for Lucy’s protection if she needs it. That one will mean the most to Evie,’ he looked at her so tenderly, much like I did, threading his fingers through her hair.

‘I’ll meet you in her room and I’ll grab us some clothes too.’

This was why my twin was always the better planner, taking into account things I never did. We parted and I made my way to Evie’s room, ignoring the slack-jawed stares of the odd pack member wandering the building at this hour. As I braced my mate with a single hand against my chest, the door across from us rattled and opened.

Lucy squeaked in surprise when her wide eyes landed on me, blushing and turning her head in the same instant.

“I take it from that sound he’s bare ass?” Tamlyn appeared behind her and glanced in my rough direction, a tiny knowing smirk curled around her lips. “You actually get any running done? Or did you just dive balls deep into a threesome?”

flung back, knowing she could scent exactly what we got up to. Werewolf senses came with their

ok?” Lucy peered over, trying not

my nose drifted along her hairline. “Her shift… you’re not gonna believe this, but she’s a

arms hung slack at her

vanished from Lucy’s face, “they’re really real? Do you think this is

to revisit this when we have

she-wolf swayed slightly and released a huge yawn into the back of

and Aste are staying here with her,” I indicated Evie clutched to

rubbed her eyes, shuffling back

is all healed, so I think it’s gonna go down, provided he wakes

it. All our security procedures, codes, and patrol timetables would need to be changed. Luckily, all of that could be done on

her around, while unconscious? Suffice it to say, someone could have gotten hurt if anyone tried to get physical in here,

could she throw our ass around in here,’ Baniti wrinkled

gazed down at her, sensing my excitement growing again. ‘All the more reason to get that home she wants, built, so she can throw us around to her

was the greatest form of bonding, between mates and our pups. I didn’t know if she or Evva could sense us, or if she could feel the kisses I planted on her shoulder, or the gentle finger my brother ran along her cheek,

emotional silence from our mate and he turned

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with the side of my head. I jerked at the sudden onslaught, rolling with momentum and straight off of the mattress, landing with a harsh thud on my chest. Groaning and blinking the opposing mix of sleep and adrenaline from my sandpaper eyes, I

“Was that necessary?”

spare me the decency to hide his laughter.

me awake, ahbil (asshole),”

coffee in front of me and it was the first time I realised that there were the smells of food whirling around. “I shouted you, shook you and thought about throwing a bucket of water over you. So it was either a pillow to the head or a cattle prod to the ribs and watch you

your akh saghir (baby brother)?” I faked

against my chest. I pressed a kiss to her forehead as she slept soundly, adoring how

keep reminding me, you’re six minutes younger, not six years. Quit being a tifl (baby) and get ready. We have a fuck-ton to get through,” he waved a stack of files, a tablet and pointed to the laptops on

Astennu

bite of the bacon, egg and cheese bagel I had grabbed from the kitchens. ‘Are you moving or do

Evie a little closer, thinking that would save him. It wouldn’t. And

I looked over one of the security files I had grabbed last night with our tablets and laptops so

think we should confront dad about Evie while she’s asleep?’ My brother mind-linked as I

was tricky to answer. It was our mate’s past, not ours. If it was going to be told to anyone, it should be told to Evie first. But who knew how long she would be out of it? One thing I

and grabbed one of the shirts I brought last night. “The curiosity is gonna kill me otherwise. Evie might not wake for another day or even two, like I did when

he would lie

for a day and milked it for another. Don’t bullshit

tone ascended, a clear indicator he was lying. “Fine. I faked it a day to get out

shock is clear on my face,” I muttered flatly, motioning my hand in an invisible

look pretty certain

his face. ‘Has anyone seen our sarcasm sign? If you find it, please

years in, he ain’t changing,’ and neither

when it was frustrating at times, his innocence over