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.

the protruding erection of his c**k, free from the confines of 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

really yell ‘pendejo’ at me?” He asked as I unzipped the small pouch from the first aid kit and

yeah. I thought you heard because

ringing. I didn’t miss your voice,” he paused my hands by gliding his thumb over my bottom lip. “I just wanted to make sure I remembered

of his thumb, peering up into his eyes and smiling to myself how

on a pair of nitrile gloves and wiped over his wounds

holder forceps tugged and the needle irritated his already sore skin. As I stitched, knotting the sutures with trained ease, my gaze drifted along his

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 strayed onto his hand. His right pec and shoulder were its head, its spines poking up onto his neck, and its body wrapped around his arm, all in black. The only colour came from gold skulls in its claws and the soft pastel colours of the magnolia blooms. The head of a snake came up over his left hip and stomach, now decapitated because of his s***h injury.

eager to follow that particular tattoo, pawing at the walls of my inner mind. ‘Do you think it leads to his

follow it

sutures?” He asked when I was

the 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,

of blood, cleaning the area to be taped with gauze. With the fresh

work out. I train Omegas now, especially women. I never want

be a very brave individual to underestimate you,” his voice dropped, charging

sparking my Alpha

us was thick, charged in an unseeable force; he was flexing his

out on the back of the sofa and daring me

parts irritated and turned on. ‘We can play right

knew

away from the couch, going against where he expected his enticement would lead to, and strode

you ok in what you have on? I can disturb one of the guys if

am,” he stretched out fully as well

my bag and stripped fully, every item of clothing I wore dropped into a pile and switched to a fresh set of high-waisted knitted leggings and a short sweater. I had given my best set of clothing to Evie, along

flashed to him. I swivelled my head over my shoulder to see

The latter was closer.

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

the nerve to fall asleep on us?’ Chila tilted her

head for falling asleep during a strip tease. But he had a valid excuse, so I settled for nuzzling into his side and took pleasure in the tingling heat of his skin and his heady scent that warmed me from the

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

show?” He stifled a yawn into the back of his hand, slipping his arm around my waist to move

missed it an hour ago and, sadly for

all right,’ he whispered into my mind. ‘Just not from

virginal teen swooning at her childhood crush. I

you for

lied defensively, knowing full well

was a change

you checked for his pulse to make sure he was

and seeing straight through

may have been my opponent, but I didn’t want to see him hurt. The man has pups to provide for and fighting is the only way he can earn money to feed them. Not exactly much upstanding work for us rogues. He isn’t kept like I was, he just fights and receives a

eyes making an obvious line to his