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.

it might be

to me outside his room and the pained look he flashed dropped my stomach like a lead weight. “…Because

in surprise… he

brushed over my lips,

fit to play me as though my reason had ignited in his heat and left only instinct behind. I raised on the

(good night, my love),” his lips kissed my cheek instead, a

brain caught up. That damn smirk of his was back, the white of his teeth

his

door slammed louder than I

damn smirk

is just naturally hotter than

Damn wolf!

send my mind haywire. What I needed was something to raise his pulse, and his c**k, to the point where he lost his control of the cat-and-mouse game he had begun. And I knew

off again and rifled through 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

me,” mi diablo had

dreaming of him, I

door, I waited to hear the sounds of my parents going to bed, to hear them ascend the top steps of the second floor and their bedroom door

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

roll around again?’ His huge grin spread, eyes angled directly

my haste, I caught the satin ribbon and pulled it undone, causing my breasts to spill free in the

thing missing from this moment was one of my parents turning the corner and catching it

f*****g goddess),’ Chila threw her head back in denial. ‘Is this your first

he had seen everything up

was enjoying that view. Or were they not for

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 and display those deep V-line muscles that I had no idea what

lips wrapped around my name in a whisper, coating 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 been heard from the back of the pack house for their volume. “Creeping to my room in the dead of night in tiny underwear? What would papi

footsteps, namely my father, ready to tear my mate a new one and ‘preserve my honour’; a ship that had long since sailed years

illuminated only by the bedside lamp, the grip on that damned bedsheet

I shoved him in his taut chiselled chest, which killed my brain cells all over again. “Why would you

to laugh in my face and spout such beautiful words in the same sentence. “And to answer my question…” he let loose the bed sheet, the white rich cotton fluttering over the planes of his thighs, laying bare two snakes; the tattoo that coiled around his leg with pretty red flowers and

and all, nestling himself into the bed with his eyes closed. But he didn’t fool me for a second that he was

you going to stare all night?” He peeped open an eye, his pupil taking in the entire length of

curves. “I came looking for a goodnight kiss, but maybe

Gamma aura in a low hum.

he held out his hand and

did,’ my

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 no, are

the edge of my bottom lip. It was true, though. I always got what I

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

me and clasped his hands behind his

incense aroma still clung to me, nipping at my sanity, and

he had won…

me button?” Of all the

Because I know exactly where

reared up. ‘Pick up that bat he just threw

had unwittingly obeyed his game at 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

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.

pleasure hit. I knew the moment it registered with him what I was doing because his entire body stiffened like a metal rod, his

arm gripped under me and hauled me up, sitting me in a straddle position above his lap, his c**k

hand back, palming

I’m doing all

a delicious

a way no man

few that tried to show they could handle me wound up being submissive to it in bed. But Diego? He had his

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 cleavage, giving my right breast a light squeeze of reward. Taking his time, he plucked the ribbon at the base