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

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

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 manner, one I hadn’t

I make it worse? Do you need a cold shower or another ice bath?” He gazed

think I need

weird kinda horny, I

too, Evva. Must be the after-effects of

me by the hand, he led us out of the French doors to the narrow deck. The crisp air, accented with pine and mountain scents, was the cold compress

fingertips inched under the edge of the blanket about my shoulders, pushing it

my fist, letting the fuzzy fabric glide down

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

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 began to pump, using his thumb to weave agonisingly unrushed patterns over

I reached between his legs, cupping the weight of his balls. His

he cursed under

I teased, smoothing my thumb under his

for anything right now and the answer would be yes, partly

over his head 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

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 dominated

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

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

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 to his, delving his nose into my hair. As his thrusts increased, his hips

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

been 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 long growl gripping me as he came, emptying out

hope no one was walking around the trails this

us in the ski village,” he kissed my neck, nuzzling into my skin

I think you probably gave the game away as to whose bright pink

around to claim my lips in a kiss that threatened to send me over a second edge. He pulled out slowly and picked up the blanket strewn onto the wooden deck,

he took care of his heavily filled condom. He stepped into a pair of shorts and pulled on a long-sleeved henley as he

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

nodded my head

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

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 in his brother’s

the pair of you are 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

in the same instant when I dropped my blanket and

Badru’s features. Luckily, he wasn’t looking

“Sure is.”

members, and it was always a hit

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, but the rest would go nicely in the cornbread and, possibly, a