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.

finger under my chin, skimming along my jaw to grasp my neck. “Of course not. Ru and I aren’t joined at the hip. Each of us deserves to have time with you alone, and you

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 the problem. It makes me crave you

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

you need a cold shower or

I need

kinda horny, I

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

mountain scents, was the cold compress my skin needed. I

the blanket about my shoulders, pushing it down around my upper arms and

fist, letting the fuzzy fabric glide down my

instantly to my skin and his hands gripping the wood at either side of my

tracing 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 breath. My chest heaved as he

the weight of his balls. His stomach and chest muscles flexed in response, a stunned groan vibrating along my

bidha’a,” he

teased, smoothing my thumb under his

ask for anything right now and the answer would be yes, partly because it feels amazing and partly out

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

of the mate 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 putty in his hands, he

of the condom wrapper being ripped open and hastily rolled on behind me. He nudged my 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

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, my jaw falling slack, feeling every last measure of him

tresses around his fingers to cradle my head to his, delving his nose into my hair. As his thrusts increased, his hips slapped against my rear, the only sound my ears were trained on, along with his grunts and

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

for my mate’s arms around me, I’d have fallen to the decking in exhaustion. With a final guttural thrust, I felt him shudder against me, a low but

walking around

the ski village,” he kissed my neck, nuzzling into my

loudly, ‘if anyone is out there, I think you probably gave the game

a kiss that threatened to send me over a second edge. He pulled out slowly and picked

walked us back inside to the bathroom, handing me a warm washcloth to clean myself as he took care of his heavily

under the blanket, Ru’s gonna forget all about that turkey,” he raised a brow in humour when I followed him out without

by the firepit,” I nodded my head in the direction. “I’m

food wafted through the open-plan living space, a mix of butter, pepper

do all the work,” Badru

thing getting stuffed!” Astennu snapped, threatening to throw the

gonna 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; second only

the same instant when I dropped my blanket

he wasn’t looking

“Sure is.”

every Thanksgiving, as did a few other pack members, and it was always a

food supply was pretty much used up for the dinner and I wasn’t about to send either twin