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.’

of a muffin as

a few dumb moves, and

I asked as

wolves say when our boginya luny, uh, moon goddess, created her wolf, not all of us had pack. We had no leader. So, we become own pack and led ourselves, searching for new home, far from wolves

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 cared for them and granting the

it was

Badru

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

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

down my spine had my eyes fixed

head. Evie was right,

slightly 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 a simple pair of sweatpants, leaving the rest of us bare as a

into my arms, pressing

in behind her, capturing her mouth when I released her to focus on

of rest. “I showed my dad back to his room and

along the

chaperoning,’ Baniti bounced on the

of like my dream,”

My brother whispered in her ear,

sweet little blush gave

“Just before we played ‘keep away’ with your

her face and neck turned bright red at

continued to whisper in her ear, gripping

soft fleshy patch of skin inch by inch, kissing the trail of the hem. “How did dream us worship

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 her, especially

slipped inside her bra cup, massaging the tender flesh, and I skimmed my hands up her sides

your voice, ammar?” He

slow movements, unzipped her pants, dipping my

information outta you, nour el-ain?” I kissed the outside of her panties directly above her

bite her now!’

panties off and go to town?

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

lowering the edge of her panties that curved between the swell of her

delicately for her to continue, licking along

continued to pant and I rewarded her by sliding her

her n*****s,

when I ran my nose along her most intimate seam, drinking in her hot spiced vanilla aroma. I knew my eyes

this?’ I parted her in one lick, a deep growl rumbling in

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

her insides. My hands fisted her hips, pulling her cheeks apart with my fingertips so my twin had easier access; because teamwork and it was his turn to

how her chest rose and fell

over our face,’ Baniti paced in

the moment my brother entered her, teasing her tight back

el-ain can do

and twisted her clit between my teeth, soothing her with a stroke of my tongue while

my mind, beside himself in her chokehold, and it was every measure of control I had not to come. If I was coming anywhere, it was inside her, buried up