Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 72

Chapter 69 – What Would You Want From Him?

Evgeniya

Badru’s fingertips were slowing on the bare skin of my back under our blanket, his breathing becoming shallow and even. I cracked open an eye and rested my chin on my folded hands from where I lay on his chest by the fire. His face was so serene, still with a sheen of moisture highlighting his deep golden complexion.

I was about to place a kiss on his full, parted lips when the front door opened and closed with a bang. Badru’s eyes flew open and he sat up with a startle, narrowly avoiding smacking me square in the forehead.

“Do you have any idea how hard that was?” Astennu dropped a rounded bag on the kitchen counter which I could only assume was the small turkey.

“I can see,” I knelt up on the couch I had been snuggled up on, leaning over the back and spotting his huge erection.

‘Damn, that thing could be used as a weapon,’ Evva was already growing inflamed by her desires.

I stood with the blanket around my shoulders. No sooner had I ascended the two steps of the lowered seating area that Astennu had swept me up in his arms, one under my knees, the other encircling my back. He kissed me slowly, his tongue coaxing and teasing mine.

“Get cooking, Ru,” he called over his shoulder, walking us to the bedroom.

“Wait, what?!”

“I delivered it, you cook it.”

Badru muttered a string of Arabic grumblings, too quiet and too rapid for me to understand. “I knew I shoulda gone to get the turkey,” he yanked his discarded shorts up.

“And as soon as you sensed anything, you would’ve turned tail,” Astennu called out, nearing the door. “Don’t forget to baste.”

‘Why do I feel like we’re the ones about to be basted,’ my wolf snorted.

I flashed Badru a sympathetic smile over his twin’s shoulder, my eyes wandering down to Astennu’s bare muscular ass which had Evva licking her wolfish lips. ‘I’m hoping this means we’re tucking into baba’s rump roast before the Thanksgiving turkey.’

He held me easily with one arm to open up the bedroom door, closing it with a backward kick.

“Ru’s gonna be ok left unsupervised, right?”

“Scared he’ll burn the kitchen down?” He raised a quizzical brow. “He’s the better cook out of the two of us.”

“No,” I drew out the word. “He gets distracted easily and with the way you’re looking at me, your twin bond thing is gonna distract the s**t out of him.”

“I managed up and down that mountain in the cold and snow. He’ll be fine in a warm kitchen.”

I paused for a second longer than comfortable as he sat us on the edge of the bed. “You’re not angry… are you?” I played with the hair at the base of his neck, my fingertips dipping to his collarbone and tracing the indentations.

“Angry at what?” He pulled back a fraction of a width, his palm sliding to the rounded curve where my rear and hip met. “You think I’d be angry that I was left out?”

I nodded.

and I aren’t joined at the hip. Each of us deserves

kiss on the soft skin. “It feels insanely good, like you’re there, without

my lap strained beneath me, his hips beginning to tremble in need of friction in some way to feed the fire burning. A heated ripple flushed through me and I sagged onto

you need a cold shower or another ice

think I

weird kinda horny,

I feel it too, Evva. Must be the after-effects

doors to the narrow deck. The crisp air, accented with pine and mountain scents, was the cold compress my skin needed.

the edge of the blanket about my shoulders, pushing it down around my upper arms and exposing the tops of my

fist, letting the fuzzy fabric

and pulsating with a primal and molten sapphire need. He pressed me to the railing, the snow that had settled on top melting instantly to my skin and his hands gripping the wood at either side of my waist. He traced the arch of my spine, pressing me firmer into his chest and following the curve of my

and leading mine into his rhythm. A long thick finger slid between my folds, sweeping the slick length of my clit to my entrance. I felt the grin on his lips at my rapid and sharp intake of

be left behind, I reached between his legs, cupping the weight of his balls. His stomach and chest muscles flexed

‘iilaha, bidha’a,” he

good Arabic?” I teased, smoothing my thumb under his

answer would be yes, partly because it feels amazing and partly out of fear,”

shaft, stroking him to the same tempo of his fingers inside me. Just as my

belonged to who. Badru was strong and to the point, eager to dive in and find the delicious spot to hammer repeatedly with all his strength. Astennu was much slower, taking his time to let me feel his every inch inside of me, teasing every moan from my body.

little further apart, parting my lower lips and nudging my clit with his c**k. His pace, as always, was slow, teasing, grinding his hips to my ass without thrusting into me. I had the entire mountainside view to gaze

was on the precipice of grabbing him to get what I wanted, he plunged forward, burying himself to his hilt. He withdrew slowly, to notch his way back in with a languid thrust. My back arched and I gripped the railing,

his hands drifted the line of my stomach, rolling the swell of my breast and pinching my hardened bud that strained for his attention. His other hand slipped into my hair, wrapping my tresses around his fingers to cradle my head

air more potent. Each extensive thrust of Astennu’s hips hit with an intensity, tinged with a brush of pain for its depth. And I wanted more of it. My hips sought

With a final guttural thrust, I felt him shudder against me, a low but long growl gripping me as he came, emptying out his seed

hope no one was walking around the trails this

sure they heard us in the ski village,” he kissed my neck, nuzzling into my skin where I had

loudly, ‘if anyone is out there, I think you probably gave the game away as to whose bright

send me over a

bathroom, handing me a warm washcloth to clean myself as he took care of his heavily filled condom. He stepped into a pair of shorts and

blanket, Ru’s gonna forget all about that turkey,” he raised a brow in humour when I followed

I nodded my head in the direction. “I’m not about to

the open-plan living space, a mix of butter, pepper and meat almost lifting my feet from the floor like a cartoon

Leaving me to do all the work,” Badru muttered, looking incredibly flustered as he peeled

a joke because if not, the turkey ain’t the only thing getting stuffed!” Astennu snapped, threatening to throw the

with a

up, darkening in the same instant when I dropped my

bacon one? That’s you?” A boyish grin took over Badru’s features. Luckily, he wasn’t looking when I stretched to put my top back on because

“Sure is.”

Thanksgiving, as did a few other pack members, and it

making his grin deepen, I hunted for the ingredients I needed. Our fresh food supply was pretty much used up for the dinner and I wasn’t about to send either twin out on another supply run. I left enough bacon and egg aside for breakfast in the fridge,