Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Chapter 117 – Setting off?

Evgeniya

The SUV jostled me awake as it passed over the speed bump at the gate that led to the runway and private hangars of Toulouse-Blagnac airport. My breast collided with the cheek of my mate, Badru, snuggled right where I had left him.

‘Snuggled and drooling,’ Evva chuckled, feeling the slick damp patch in my cleavage.

The sensation threw my pregnancy hormones into overdrive and sparked the beginning of another damp patch, wanting something else entirely coating me from my mates. Time away from them hadn’t simply made my heart grow fonder. Every nerve within me wanted to be reacquainted with their touch.

A nose behind me grazed along the curve of my neck, starting at my collarbone and sweeping up to the soft patch of skin behind my ear, a low grumble following that I felt more than heard. Astennu’s lips tugged on the lobe of my ear nipping with his teeth and I was conscious of the tug of his smirk when my breath hitched.

“You had better be real this time,” Badru dreamily mumbled.

He nuzzled his face further into my cleavage and tightened his hold on my bare hip devoid of underwear under my shirt, his thumb tracing smooth firm circles on the crease of my thigh.

“Can you at least wait till you’re alone?” A gruff voice thick with sleep spoke behind us.

Like a hot rod to my ribs, my heavy eyelids broke open from the languid dreamy state to turn around and see Diego propped up on his elbows. The grimace at the corner of his mouth showed the ache deep in his bones, but the mischievous glint of his eye told me he had seen everything and was teasing.

The deep clearing of a throat, that could well have been a growl, spun my head to the front of the vehicle, spinning my poor brain along with the motion. His eyes were narrowed, but my father’s frown was not aimed at me but rather Astennu and Badru on either side of me. They dropped their hold on me like an electrical current had been run at the point of contact and they sat up straighter.

“Yes, sir,” Badru answered no statement uttered, a sweet blush staining his deep golden cheeks a darker shade over his automatic response to my father’s hard stare.

“Smooth moves, cabrón,” Catalina sniggered, pulling our vehicle up to the hangar and waiting for the doors to roll open and I caught how her sight lingered on the rearview mirror, no doubt catching her mate’s eyes.

As the door slid to reveal a private jet, my father’s frown deepened, changing from a playful annoyance to genuine worry. He looked uncertain of the contraption and had probably never seen one up close, let alone travelled in one.

‘How does he think we got here?’

‘This isn’t the time for your sass, wolf.’

‘It’s ok, dad,’ I quietly reached forward to lay a hand on his upper arm. ‘I haven’t been on one either. Not one I can remember anyway.’

When the SUV rolled forward to pull up as close as possible to the steps lowered from the aircraft by the pilot, Astennu tried to pull me to his lap, ready to slide his arms under and carry me bridal style. I wriggled away from him in protest, not wanting to be carried anywhere because of one specific lack of attire.

his pull. ‘I don’t have on any underwear yet and I’m not flashing my cooch to half

barefoot?’ Badru made it sound as though it

feet away and not five hours ago, I backhanded a wolf and split him apart like a

moment she brought the car to a stop, Catalina was out and rushing around to the truck, eager to get to Diego before

big guy),” I could hear the grin on his face and through his tired voice.

dragged each other home plenty of times after partying,” she rolled her eyes at his challenging flirts and

sparked

on her than necessary, all to prove his point. But he had met his match in the game of hard-headed pride because, once challenged, Catalina was not the sort to abandon

still think you got it, mi vida?” The

The moon goddess outdid herself with that match and probably giggled to herself when she spun

the steps. The inside of the jet was as fancy as I expected; a beige upholstery and expensive-looking carved woods. I doubted it was rented so it must have belonged to

the cockpit and a door before it. Adjacent to the walled partition were four deep armchairs with seatbelts, facing each other for take-offs and landings. At the other end, an ‘S’ shape formed a small round couch with the other curve forming a seating area and table.

Catalina strained, lowering Diego to the small yet deep circular couch, almost landing on top of him. “The pilot,

hatch behind his brother, carrying the single bag from the car. I ushered my father into one of the four seats, showed him how to fasten his seatbelt and took the seat beside his so that if he was nervous, I could take his hand discreetly and possibly stem my own tension. Badru took his seat opposite me and Astennu took the one opposite my father just as the jet began to pull forward and start its taxi for the

as the plane levelled, having never seen a landscape like it. Sailing above the clouds, we had

to hear for herself that operation: dysfunctional rescue was a success,” Catalina nudged my shoulder with the corner of a phone. ‘Make it quick, chica, because you’re not getting

at my father, his ears were perked and I wouldn’t

She screeched and I had to hold the phone away from my ear. “They really did it.

are,” a small easy smile formed. “I’ll keep it short because I know who you’re really pacing for. I’m fine, and you probably

were all a mess. And your

up through my lashes, both were crimson, looking

gooey,’ Evva fawned, melting the same as

passed over the phone to my eager-looking father, pointing to the microphone at its base.

taking the handset. “Although

her head, calling my father to follow her to the tail of the plane. “It’s only a small bedroom, but you can talk in

you fit in the bed, but it’s

she had an ulterior motive for clearing the living area of the jet; a motive that came with

I wanted than to rip them bare and devour every available measure of flesh, starting with sinking my teeth as far

was our own, we were not, in fact, alone. One of those sets of ears was my father’s and that thought alone was enough

break out of its skin, shattering the searing stalemate