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.

to ignore 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 and crossing up

fell, did you really yell ‘pendejo’ at me?” He asked as I unzipped the small pouch from the first aid kit and poked the suture

let yourself be thrown on your ass, so yeah. I thought

my hands by gliding his

the tip of my tongue around the edge of his thumb, peering up into his eyes and smiling to myself how an inky black chased his chocolate irises studded with gold flecks. He wasn’t

I snapped on a pair of nitrile gloves and wiped over his wounds to cleanse them with an antiseptic wipe.

my 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 cut lines to his inked

in 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 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. The rest of its body disappeared

that particular tattoo, pawing at the walls

it after

you know how to do sutures?” He asked when I was just about

pack’s hospital,” I tied the final knot and fished for the scissors. “I could handle things like this, but what I couldn’t

the tread and wiped up the residue of blood, cleaning the area to be taped with gauze. With the fresh cover to guard the stitches,

isn’t the best career choice, so it didn’t work out. I train Omegas now, especially women. I never want them to feel as though they’re

individual to underestimate you,” his voice dropped,

challenge, sparking my Alpha aura, reiterating

us was thick, charged in an unseeable force; he

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

my wolf snuffed, equal parts irritated and turned

I knew

he expected his enticement would lead to, and strode over to my

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

fine as I am,” he stretched out fully

of his face. I turned back to my bag and stripped fully, every item of clothing I wore dropped

no quick movement to claim what had been flashed to him. I swivelled my head over my shoulder to see if he had a will of

The latter was closer.

body, slack and slouched against his seat, and his mouth

he have the nerve to fall asleep on us?’ Chila tilted

other man, I would have knocked him upside the 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

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

yawn into the back of his hand, slipping his arm around my waist to

vanished from memory. “You missed it an hour ago and, sadly

showing, all right,’ he whispered into my

heart suddenly hammered, fluttering like I was some virginal teen swooning at her childhood crush. I braced my palm against his chest, pulling back instantly that I may have

peg you for a blusher,

defensively, knowing full well

I needed was a change

you checked for his pulse to make sure he

my cheek, chuckling to himself and seeing straight

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

raised a brow, my eyes making an obvious line to his chest that had practically been slit