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.

aren’t joined at the hip. Each of us deserves to have time with

feel bad,” he whispered, his lips brushing at my ear and placing the ghost of a kiss on the soft skin. “It feels insanely good, like you’re there, without being there and that’s

blanket, working its way up, playing with the crease of my inner thigh and dragging a knuckle across the dampness pooling. His hardened c**k under 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 his shoulder, breathing rapidly. My abdomen cramped and throbbed in a strange

need a cold shower or another ice bath?” He gazed down at

think I need fresh

feel a weird kinda horny,

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

the narrow deck. The crisp air, accented with pine and mountain scents, was the cold compress my skin needed. I noticed how he

about my shoulders, pushing it down around my upper

fuzzy fabric glide down my body and pool at

instantly to my skin and his hands gripping the wood at either side of my waist. He traced the arch of my spine,

entrance. I felt the grin on his lips at my rapid and sharp intake of

behind, I reached between his legs, cupping the weight of his balls. His stomach and chest muscles flexed in response, a

‘iilaha, bidha’a,” he cursed under

teased, smoothing my thumb under his

the answer would be yes, partly because it feels amazing and partly out

and spreading the profuse beading of precum along his shaft, stroking him to the same tempo of his fingers inside me. Just as my thighs began to shake, nearing my edge, he withdrew and swung me around in a pirouette, an animalistic growl rumbling his chest pressed at

bond and with my eyes closed, I could tell whose touch 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. And once I was

legs a 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 at, the mist billowing over and the loose snow fluttering around us, blown from its treetop perches. Yet, all I could concentrate on was Astennu’s taunting shaft, passing over my entrance in provocation on each drive of his hips. His sweet tree sap scent

hilt. He withdrew slowly, to notch his way back in with a languid thrust. My back arched and I gripped the railing, my jaw falling slack, feeling every last measure of

to cradle my head to his,

tension grew within me; the lights seemed brighter, the breeze warmer, the 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 his, needing all of him, and sensing my orgasm poised ready

decking in exhaustion. With a final guttural thrust,

hope no one was walking around the trails this morning,”

I’m pretty sure they heard us in the ski village,” he kissed my

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

reaching around to claim my lips in a kiss that threatened to send me over a second edge. He pulled out slowly and picked up

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 pulled on a long-sleeved henley as he strode

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

are out by the firepit,” I nodded my head in the direction. “I’m not about

scents of holiday food wafted through the open-plan living space, a mix of butter, pepper and meat almost lifting my feet from the floor

Have fun? Leaving me to do all the work,”

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

start getting bratty, I’ll rethink the cornbread I was going to make,” I said with a note of smugness. I knew the Thanksgiving treat they loved more than anything;

Astennu’s eyes lit up, darkening in the same instant when

Luckily, he wasn’t looking when I stretched to put my top back on because otherwise, he may have chopped off something

“Sure is.”

members, and it was

dinner and I wasn’t about to send either twin out on another supply run. I left enough bacon and egg aside for breakfast