Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 122

Bonus Chapter 4 – A Worthy Challenge?

Catalina

I could have made a comment as Astennu slowly closed the door in my face, but I chose to hold my tongue. I had had my fun bothering the twins, especially Badru, and now I had fun waiting for me elsewhere.

‘Quiet fun because you stuck us in this tin tube,’ my wolf, Chila, grumbled, despite her tail agitating in flirtation. ‘At least you cleared the living room so we can get a better look at all those tattoos.’

‘Roll that tongue back in until those slashes of his have healed a little,’ a frown dipped my lips, the memory of Diego’s flesh torn apart and his blood flung airborne was all too fresh in my mind. I thought I had lost him before I could have him.

Speaking of his s***h marks and blood, they needed tending to. His injuries had pulled and had stained the gauze that had been hastily taped to his chest. I stopped by the cockpit to grab the better first aid kit that had items required for sutures and obtained a rough estimate of the flight duration from the pilot. Eleven hours was all I had to discover every last detail of my mate and have him begging for us to land.

‘Please. We could break him in eleven minutes,’ Chila puffed out her chest, confident in our mission.

I had most men eating out of my hand within the first few seconds of speaking, but my mate was far more of an enigma. He was rugged and rough, taunting and confrontational, and nothing like any of the wolf males I had met.

‘I wouldn’t be so cocky, Chila. I think we finally have a worthy challenge.’

Diego sat propped up where I had left him, his head lolled back against the headrest and his entire tattooed bare-chested body stretched out for me to drink from. The notes of his scents, a heady mix of ochre and incense, wrapped and weaved around me to pull me forward, increasing in intensity the closer I came.

His eyes remained closed and his broad rough-hewn chest, studded with a perfect amount of hair across his pecs, rose and fell in small breaths. I left for two minutes and he’d fallen asleep. He needed the rest, but he needed his stitches attending to more. The silver injuries would mark him for a lifetime even with stitches, but without them, they would form thick and uneven scars.

The first signs of the healing process would be kicking in a few hours, the edges of the wound knitting together slowly over the weeks to come; far slower than the few hours a werewolf injury would normally take to vanish entirely.

I crept forward towards him, wanting to take these few moments to ogle all of him before he needed to be woken. Few wolves wore jewellery as permanent features as it remained when we shifted and could cause hindrance, especially items such as rings, bracelets and necklaces. The only time we wore such was at social events and parties. Yet, his were there intact, exactly as they had been when I saw his wolf break free.

An industrial piercing perforated the top of his left ear, a black bar with two studs on either end, and a small yet thick black loop below it depicting tiny wolves running.

I reached out to curl a finger around his ear and slid down to his jaw, but his hand flew up and snatched my wrist, a superior smirk slowly unfolding. His heartbeat and breathing never once flinched or faltered, remaining in a steady rhythm. A startled gasp hitched my throat, almost choking me.

“Mi vida, you think you can sneak on me?” A mischievous deep brown eye cracked open. “I have the reflexes of a cat.”

I grabbed a scatter cushion next to him while he was still on his lordly high of thinking he had won and socked him in the side of the head with it.

“Reflexes of a pudgy house cat, maybe,” I chuckled.

Faster than I could register, my hips were in his hands and I was yanked forward to straddle his waist. His fingertips dug into the fleshy rounds of my ass, squeezing firmly and releasing.

‘If he wants to get hot and heavy, I won’t say no. I don’t care if anyone hears,’ Chila was enthralled, on her belly for her mate.

“First you shamelessly ogle me and then you call me pudgy? Mi vida, I’m wounded.”

My hands found his wide shoulders, bracing myself at the impact of his pat to my rear, not because it was forceful but because I didn’t trust my body to not melt over him. And the thick and rigid bulge poking me from beneath did nothing to calm me either, one he was slowly grinding on me through the thin fabric of our clothes.

“Not that I mind you checking me out, but why are you sneaking?” He gently stroked the base of my spine.

“Uh… your stitches… you pulled a few,” I finally found my voice, feeling a heat creep into my neck that, thankfully, didn’t invade my cheeks.

I fumbled next to me for the first aid kit, unable to tear my eyes from Diego’s or the crooked smirk that lifted one corner of his lips. This was new, falling over myself for a man. Usually, it was the other way around.

any underwear, I opened the kit. Next, I peeled back the gauze on his chest, revealing the four slashes across his torso, starting at the left of his waist and crossing up to his

me?” He asked as I unzipped the small pouch from the first aid kit and poked the suture thread through the eye of the

thrown on your ass, so yeah.

ringing. I didn’t miss your voice,” he paused my hands by gliding his thumb over my bottom lip. “I

up into his eyes and smiling to myself how an inky black chased his chocolate

and wiped over his wounds to cleanse them

the needle irritated his already sore skin. As I stitched, knotting the

the etched wind. Here and there, the odd old scar muddled the artwork of his tattoos and body. Across his left pec and shoulder was a wolf with yellow eyes, emerging through tears in his skin. The rest of his arm was a collection that blended to form one mural; a tree in blossom winding around his arm with wolves, snakes, eagles and elaborate moths that

to follow that particular tattoo, pawing at the walls of my inner mind.

it after

sutures?” He asked when I was just

training course and everything in our pack’s hospital,” I tied the final knot and fished for the scissors. “I could handle things like this, but what I

tread and wiped up the residue of blood, cleaning the area to be taped with gauze.

train Omegas now, especially

individual to underestimate you,” his voice dropped, charging the space around him with a palpable

I arched a brow in challenge, sparking my Alpha

between us was thick, charged in

back abruptly, spreading his arms out on the back of the sofa and daring me to

to play, fine,’ my wolf snuffed, equal parts irritated

I knew

pushed away from the couch, going against where he expected his enticement would lead to, and strode over to my duffle bag containing the last of

I can disturb

I am,” he stretched out fully as well as his

wore dropped into a pile and

what had been flashed to him. I swivelled my head over my shoulder to see if he had a will

The latter was closer.

fallen back like the rest of his body, slack and slouched against his seat, and his mouth hung open with soft snores mumbling from his lips. If he was play-acting this time, he had gone

asleep on us?’ Chila tilted her head, blinking

would have knocked him upside the head for falling asleep during a strip tease. But he had a valid excuse,

up my phone to text my brother we were on our way and give a rough estimate of when we’d be landing. As I was in the middle of an exchange with him, placing bets on how long it would take Diego to send my father’s temple convulsing – my bet was within the first sentence, Thiago gave him more credit, coming in at three minutes – my mate groaned and looked around as though there

I miss the show?” He stifled a yawn into the back of his

from memory. “You missed it an hour

all right,’ he whispered into my mind. ‘Just

some virginal teen swooning at her childhood crush. I braced my palm against his chest, pulling back instantly that I may

for

lied defensively, knowing full well my face was

was a

that you fought, you checked for his pulse

and seeing straight through my distraction. Nevertheless,

is the only way he can earn money to feed them. Not exactly much upstanding work for us rogues. He

an obvious line to his