Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 60

Chapter 60 – By The Lakeshore?

Evgeniya

Astennu and Badru hung back in the room to tidy up after we had finished, leaving me and my father with time together. And what better way, than for a run, our first as father and daughter?

‘I hope you’re not expecting anything as strenuous as running the entire border,’ Evva yawned. ‘I’ve already done one run, I’m shattered.’

‘I was thinking more around the forest around the base of the mountain,’ I looked across to Mount Rainier on the setting horizon. ‘And maybe the lakes… for our mother.’

“I know you said that Alaskan Alpha won’t be bothered about you or me anymore,” I hiked the bag on my shoulder as it slipped. “But what about his heirs? Will they have any grudges we should worry about?”

“I doubt. The Alpha had son, Dominic. He was new pup and could not walk. He would be grown today. They had chance to kill me 23 years ago, they will not care now.”

I hoped he was right. That heir would be a grown man, possibly with his own ambitions, but the Alaskan packs were known for keeping to themselves. What cause would they have for venturing out?

I led us not far from the pack house, to a spot heavily covered with trees, and gave my father the simple bag from over my shoulder. He disappeared behind the thick trunk of a red cedar, shrouded with evergreen shrubs. I heard the rustling of clothing, and the heavy cracking of bones, followed by deep guttural breaths, far deeper than Evva’s and more animalistic at that.

His dark blond wolf, Kirill, stood much larger than mine; he must have near enough cleared 8ft in height. Like my lycan form, his ears and snout were longer than a normal wolf, the fur around his jaw and hackles were longer. His arms were shorter than mine but far more muscular; I doubted that he would be able to run on four legs. Like his arms, the rest of his wolf was densely packed with brawn. The silver scars I had seen hinted through his fur, the one on his jaw heavily stood out where no fur had sprouted.

‘Ok, I take it back,’ Evva’s eyes were popping out of her head. ‘We’re not the beast, papa bear is the beast.’

What I found most odd and fascinating were his tattoos; they were still visible in wolf form. The dark bands dyed the fur along the left side of his body and arm, giving him a tribal appearance. Many werewolves had tattoos, but they were never reflected in their wolf’s coat.

“How come they show through?” My fingers ran along the fur of his arm, tracing where the bands etched.

‘Bazal’t, uh, rock from volcano.’

He must have meant basalt, a type of igneous rock.

‘My father would crush with burned pine bark,’ he turned his arm for me to keep looking. ‘Needle must pierce hair and skin, very deeply.’

‘That sounds painful,’ I grimaced. A normal tattoo sounded bad enough, one done by hand sounded agony.

‘Very,’ his large furry paw patted my hand. ‘But it is only connection to home, so, I do.’

I took the bag from him so I could add my clothes and shift, stepping out from behind the same tree and wanting to live up to whatever image he had hoped us to be. He grasped our face, licking our muzzle and nuzzling against it, just as I had seen so many parents do with their pups.

The moon was already beginning to peek through in the sky, shining in the low setting sun. A few more minutes and it would begin to grow dark, but the landscape of the pack was beautiful no matter the time of day. I led the way to the lakes, wanting to show my father where my mother had been put to rest.

‘It’s a shame I couldn’t show you it during the day,’ I gazed out across the water’s surface, smiling internally at how the two moons reflected. ‘But now you can see where the pack gets its name. We can come back here in the morning if you want and you can see properly?’

He grew silent as we walked, not replying. His pounding footsteps sent ripples across the water’s surface.

‘What was staya Ognennoy Gory (Fire Mountain pack) like?’ I hoped I could distract him. ‘I know you said there were volcanoes, but what else? What other animals were around?’

‘Many bear, huge eagle,’ there was a wistful tone in his voice as he mind-linked me. ‘I did once see tiger when I was 15.’

‘A tiger?! Did it attack?’

‘No,’ he chuckled, in good humour. ‘We stared for longest time, it did not dare come close. I thought I had scared it away and was proud. My father had shifted and stood behind without me knowing. It was him tiger feared, not me.’

as big of a muffin as

few dumb moves, and I

I asked as

of us had pack. We had no leader. So, we become own pack and led ourselves, searching for new home, far from wolves that chase us away. Until we found mountains of

werewolves that started as rogues because they were shunned by packs? Centuries later, little had changed for some packs. Our history that was taught to us was that werewolves began as humans, blessed by the moon goddess, who cared for her wild wolves, granting their spirits rebirth within the humans that had

was ever mentioned about any werewolves created as rogues; either it was a history that had been lost, or a history

Badru

waiting in Evie’s room, for when she had finished her run with her father. They hadn’t had any time, just the two of them, and a first run between parent and child was the most significant. Our first shift and run had been with our father. He hadn’t left our side once and let us use him as support if we stumbled. Not once had he stopped standing

busy being responsible, typing away on his laptop, while I tried to clear up the devastation we had left in our mate’s bedroom.

pleasant tingling down my spine had my eyes fixed on the

She’s here!’ Baniti bounded around my head. Evie was

flushed, which only made my hunger for her grow. Her eyes, a deep smokey blue tonight, flashed darker, taking in my twin and me. We had changed into

swept her up into my arms, pressing

I released her to focus

but it was a nice evening,” Evie managed to reply once we had given her lips a moment of rest. “I showed my dad back to his room and I was

about tonight,” I traced my tongue along the lines of her neck. ‘What do you

on the

like my dream,”

whispered in her ear, running his fingers

little blush gave

chuckled lowly. “Just before we

her face and neck turned bright red

continued to whisper in her ear, gripping her hips

and revealing each soft fleshy patch of skin inch by inch, kissing the trail of the hem.

kissed the top of her breast, uncovered by her bra, savouring her scent and her taste of spiced vanilla and the sweetest honey. She threw her head back, her cry devoured by my brother. I dropped to the floor, playing with the zip of her skinny jeans that hugged her every curve. There would never be a time when I wouldn’t drop to my knees in a heartbeat for

skimmed my hands up her sides to flick open her clasp, throwing it to the

your voice, ammar?” He twisted her

movements, unzipped her pants, dipping my fingers into the

we gonna have to torture the information outta you, nour el-ain?” I kissed the outside of her panties directly above her cloth-covered clit. “We can

bite her now!’ My

think I don’t wanna rip her panties off and go to town? Chill and let me work her

were behind me, A-Aste was in front,” she panted and squeaked when he nipped

I’m giving my turn up,” I chuckled, lowering the edge of her panties that curved between the swell of her ass cheeks.

her slit delicately for her to continue, licking along the crease

I rewarded her

twisted both her n*****s, peppering

along her most intimate seam, drinking in

feel this?’ I parted her in one lick, a deep growl rumbling in my chest. The vibrations travelled through my

I watched as her mouth fell open, her eyelashes fluttering. After softly sucking on her clit and wrapping it around my tongue, the time for gentle foreplay was over. I nodded to Astennu, knowing what he had stuffed in the bag he had brought. We were in better prepared surroundings this time, not an impromptu humping in

Astennu had left her back, and curled my tongue around her hot, sweetly wet and smooth walls lapping up her insides. My hands fisted her hips, pulling her cheeks apart with my

my ears and I loved seeing how her chest rose and fell in quick bursts. She heard it too. She knew

be her, all over our face,’ Baniti paced

knew the moment my brother entered her, teasing her tight back bud. She tensed on instinct at the

I know my nour el-ain can do it again,’ I winked at her cheekily,

from its rigid state, settling into the double rhythm. Her body rocked between us, trembling. I nipped and twisted her clit between my teeth, soothing her with a stroke of my tongue while my fingers took over the pleasure of her insides, hammering her slick walls in time with

wolf roared in my mind, beside himself in her chokehold, and it was every measure of control I had not