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 in poor

me outside his room and the pained look he

eyes blinked in surprise… he was messing

brushed over my lips, the grip of his fingers digging into my jaw. “I

a moth to a flame, 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

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

again, my body followed through the air to trail after his, stumbling to a halt before 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 until his door

his wolf in his place,’ Chila huffed. ‘You can take the human, or, you can try when

not blushing!’ My bedroom door slammed louder

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 glorious tattoos and

blushing. Your face is

Damn wolf!

under my skin like this, made me crave him or send my mind haywire. What I needed was something to raise his pulse, and his c**k, to the point where

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

me,” mi diablo had

of him,

steps of the second floor and their bedroom door close. I opened my door, softly creeping on tiptoes to Diego’s room and

angle. As I was fiddling with my bra, hiking my breasts to push them up, the door swung open

huge

the satin ribbon and pulled it undone, causing my breasts to spill free in the hall… at my mate’s door… right in

one of my parents

her head back in denial.

had seen everything up close and personal. None of

enjoying that view. Or were

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 and display those deep V-line muscles that

each syllable in his heady scent of ochre and incense. Bewitched, my gaze tore away from his lower half, meeting his mischievous eyes, and his next words could have

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

in the dimness, illuminated only by the bedside lamp, the grip on

pinche pendejo!” I shoved him in his taut chiselled chest, which killed my brain cells all over

the white rich cotton fluttering over the planes of his thighs, laying bare two snakes; the tattoo that

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

He peeped open an eye, his

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

air with his dominant Gamma aura in a low hum. Their effect was immediate, coating

held out his hand and my pulse

did,’ my

wait a second longer than necessary to let him sweat for 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

not used to hearing

along, coyly biting the edge of my

marks, and brushed over the brown skin of his n*****s. He snatched my wrists in a firm grip, not too tight but enough

abruptly rolled off of me and clasped his hands behind his head in

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

had

button?” Of all

I know exactly where to

asking dumb questions when he’s laid down a challenge?’ Chila reared up. ‘Pick up that

I had control, he had been a step ahead with that smug grin that made me want to slap it from him

idea took shape. 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,

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

thrust a finger further, an arm gripped under me and hauled me up, sitting me in a

hand back, palming my thigh with his calloused

doing

delicious sting erupted on

stressed each syllable in a way no

intimidated most guys and 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

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 cleavage, giving my right breast a light squeeze