Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 127

Bonus Chapter 5 – Accepting His Fiery Alpha – II of II

Catalina

‘I cannot believe he did that at the table, in front of our papá!’ Chila buried her head under her paws, replaying the dinner over and over in her mind.

I had been so overly confident that I could handle anything Diego flung, but I had been sorely underprepared. My brother loved him, that much was obvious. Thiago had a penchant for mischief that ran a mile, so the two of them were kindred spirits in that regard. My mother was a little surprised at first, not expecting Diego’s roughened and pierced outer wrappings. Nevertheless, she knew I would not be talked out of anything I had set my mind on and had accepted him into the fold.

My father would be a separate battle, one which I would win. I loved him dearly and always would, but he placed my sister, Beth, and me on high pedestals, where nothing and no one would ever be good enough. In his eyes, we could do no wrong and anything that fell short of his version of perfect for us was deemed unworthy.

Had this been two years ago, Diego would have received a more hostile reception than my sister’s mate had. The fact my father had held his tongue and his fists so far showed the distance he had come, but he needed to do better and truly see how close he came to f*****g up royally with Beth.

“So, papá,” because I couldn’t say papi anymore, thanks to my mate, without turning cherry red. “Are you gonna throw Diego out? Demand he stays away from me?”

“Mija…” his weary tone warned. He slammed the dishwasher closed and gripped the side of the green granite kitchen counter. “How many times do we need to go through this?”

“Maybe a couple more because every time you look at him, I can see you thinking about popping his head off,” I palmed my hips in a defiant stance, dropping the pose instantly when I realised I was mirroring my mother.

“I’m trying, mija. I’m letting him stay in our home, aren’t I? I’m not shipping him away from you into the pack house.”

I blew out a loud sigh, because he was trying, but he could do more, see more.

“She thought about it, you know, Beth,” I side-eyed my father, hovering by the archway where we were alone in the kitchen. “She talked to me about running away with her mate, going rogue. If he didn’t have a sister he’d be leaving behind, she would have. Diego ran away because his father wanted to force him into a life that wasn’t for him and look what happened. What if that had been Beth… or me?”

The horror painted itself instantly at the thought of either of us falling into such a trap, a trap that would have looked so innocuous and innocent.

“Diego is a good wolf… he took six darts of wolfsbane to keep me safe without a second thought and it could have killed him. You owe that man.”

I left him alone with his thoughts. My father was not one to come to an epiphany and admit his mistakes in the same breath they were presented. He was pugnacious, hot-tempered, stubborn, brash, difficult, pushy…

‘So… us?’ My wolf deadpanned.

‘Fine! I know where we get it from, ok?’

Through in the foyer, Thiago and Leah were saying their goodbyes. Our dinner and family time had run well into the evening and I was beginning to feel the jetlag catching up with me.

“I’ll see you later, Cata,” my brother tried to poke my side, but I dodged. “And you better have my $50.”

“What?! No way!” He didn’t win the bet, I did. ‘Diego pissed dad off in the first sentence, way under the three minutes you said.’

The two of us had made a dumb bet over text message while I was in the air, but I’d be damned if I let Thiago think he had won.

‘Nuh-uh,’ he argued. ‘Diego did that whole introduction bowing thing and then pissed him off. That was three minutes in.’

‘Was it hell! If anything, neither of us won. Go home before I stuff you like a banana leaf.’

‘Whatever. You know I’m right,’ he grinned like an i***t and left with his mate.

“Noche, mamá, (night, mom),” I mumbled through a yawn and took hold of my mate’s hand, the tingles shooing away my tiredness. “I’ll show Diego to his room.”

‘And make sure the bed is turned down real good,’ Chila bounced on her paws, impatient to get up the stairs.

“Descansa, mija (rest well, dear). And don’t be getting lost on the way,” she replied in a knowing tone. ‘Wait until your father has gone to bed before you start sneaking, please?’

‘Mother!’

But she didn’t answer and glided away into the house, heading towards the kitchen.

“What was that about $50?” Diego asked once we were upstairs and out of earshot.

“Uh… it was kind of a bet. We know what our dad is like and my bet was that the vein on my dad’s temple would be throbbing by your first sentence. Thiago thought it’d take you a little longer and bet within three minutes.”

“You were betting on me?” And when he said it aloud, I realised how shitty it sounded.

kinda see how it might be

me…” he turned to me outside his room and the pained look he

eyes blinked in surprise… he was messing

thumb brushed over my lips, the grip of his fingers

I was sucked into the magnetism he exuded, dancing to his tune however he saw fit to play me as though my reason had ignited in his heat and left only instinct

night, my love),” his lips kissed my cheek instead, a husky whisper against my ear. “Sueña conmigo

my brain caught up. That damn smirk of his was back, the white of his teeth contrasting with the black of his short beard and his teasing smile didn’t vanish

put his wolf in his place,’ Chila huffed. ‘You can

bedroom door slammed louder than I

to know how much he had gotten under my skin and now he would have heard it. I could just see the damn smirk again as he laid back on his bed, naked, only wearing those

Your face is just naturally

Damn wolf!

went to my bathroom, splashing water in my face. No man had ever gotten under my skin like this, made me crave him or send my mind haywire.

my drawers for the underwear set I hadn’t had an occasion to wear yet; a pair of strappy red lace Brazilian cut panties with bows on the hips and a matching see-through red lace bra that fastened at the front with the same red satin ribbons as my panties. I added a dab of the cocoa perfume oil Beth had said smelled great on me on our last shopping trip and ran my fingers through the roots

of me,” mi diablo had

be dreaming of him,

of my parents going to bed, to hear them ascend the top steps of the second floor and their bedroom door close. I opened my door, softly creeping on tiptoes to Diego’s room and avoiding the creaky floorboard with practised

at his door, trying to find my best angle. As I was fiddling with my bra, hiking my breasts to push them up, the door swung open and I was caught wide-eyed with my hand fondling

His huge grin spread, eyes

tit had scalded me and in my haste, I caught the satin ribbon and pulled it undone, causing my breasts to spill free in the hall… at my mate’s door… right

was one of my parents turning

Chila threw her head back in denial. ‘Is this your

rushed to do up the bow. Why? I have no idea because he had seen everything up

enjoying that view. Or were they not

thick brawny forearm against the door jamb, leaning forward, and I had only just now noticed the thin bed sheet fisted low on his hip. Low enough to give a good view of his snake tattoo, show off the trail of dark hair from his navel to his protruding bulge

his mischievous eyes, and his next words could have been heard from the back

him backwards inside, his muffled laughter ringing loud to wake up anyone in the house that had missed the first instalment. Pressing my face to the crack in the door, I listened for any thunder of footsteps, namely my father, ready to tear my mate a new one and ‘preserve my honour’; a ship that had long since sailed years ago. Exhaling a sigh

in the dimness, illuminated only by the bedside lamp,

all over again. “Why

fluttering over the planes of his thighs, laying bare two

idea what to say or how to handle this man. He backed up, smirk and all, nestling himself into the bed with his eyes closed. But he didn’t fool me for a second that he was after sleep, the bead of precum dribbling down his rigid c**k was hardly weeping for the hell of

He peeped open an eye,

accentuating my curves. “I came looking for a goodnight kiss, but maybe you’re not

low growl gently shuddered his chest, the vibrations thickening the air with his dominant Gamma aura in a low hum. Their effect was immediate, coating my panties with my

hand and

think you already did,’ my wolf writhed in

a beat that I may walk away and disobey. In the end, my hormones won and I swayed over to him, intending to straddle his lap, but he caught my wrist and flipped us over, caging me with his weight

not used to hearing no,

of my bottom

a firm grip, not too tight but enough to keep it interesting, pinning them above my head. His chest rumbled with another deep timbre growl, trailing his nose to my marking spot and lingering where I had dabbed my

abruptly rolled off of me and clasped his hands behind

warmth of his incense aroma still clung to me, nipping at my sanity, and it took me a moment to realise I had jumped straight

had

Of all

Because I know exactly where to press,”

when he’s laid down a challenge?’ Chila reared up. ‘Pick up that bat he just threw

every turn. Each time I thought I had control, he had been a step ahead with that smug grin that made me want to slap it from him or ride it

Propping up my leg and angling my hips, I let my fingertips skim my stomach and dip under the strappy waistband of my panties. My folds were slick, coating the crease of my thighs. There wasn’t a chance in hell Diego couldn’t

my clit, finding the friction I needed, and my breath hitched in a moan when the first pang of pleasure hit. I knew the moment it registered with him what I was doing because his entire body stiffened like a metal rod, his nostrils flaring with the flood of arousal hitting

hauled me up,

back, palming my thigh with his

I’m doing

slapping sound echoed and a delicious sting erupted on my exposed ass

he stressed each syllable in a way no man had ever dared with me. “Keep.

the few that tried to show they could handle me wound up being submissive to it in bed. But Diego? He had his own aura, his own unique brand of dominance I had never experienced from a man…

black and deepening the tiny gold flecks embedded within his molten colours. Holding his gaze without shame, I plunged my two fingers deep, building up an increasing tempo and grinding my ass on the head of his shaft seeping in precum. Diego’s hand smoothed up my stomach and between my