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.

see how it might be in poor

told me…” he turned to me outside his room and the pained look he flashed dropped my

blinked in surprise… he was messing with

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

ignited in his heat and left only instinct behind. I raised on the balls of my feet to meet his lips that I wanted to taste again and had been denied to the point of

cheek instead, a

smirk of his was back, the white of his teeth contrasting with the black of his short beard and his

in his place,’ Chila huffed. ‘You can take the human, or,

not blushing!’ My bedroom door slammed louder than

could just see the damn smirk again as he laid back on his bed, naked, only wearing those glorious tattoos and his wavy black hair sprawled on

you’re not blushing. Your face is just naturally hotter than

Damn wolf!

splashing water in my face. No man had ever gotten 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 he lost his control of the cat-and-mouse game he had begun.

clothing 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

me,” mi diablo

be dreaming of him, I would be

my 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 close. I opened my door, softly creeping on tiptoes

my pose at his door, trying to find my best angle. As I was fiddling with my bra, hiking my

Solstice roll around again?’ His huge

had scalded me and in my haste, I caught the satin ribbon and pulled

of my parents

threw her head back in denial. ‘Is this your first time seducing

I snapped my bra back together and rushed to do up the bow. Why? I have no idea because he had seen everything up close and personal. None of this was going as I saw it in my mind and I

enjoying that view. Or were they

his hip. Low enough to give a good view of his snake tattoo, show off the trail of dark hair from his

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

hand over his mouth and pushed 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

Diego grinning madly in the dimness, illuminated

brain cells all over again. “Why would you do that?!

most when that mouth spits fire at me,” he had the audacity 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 the erect snake

was left speechless with no 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

open an eye, his

“I came looking for

air with his dominant Gamma aura in

and my pulse shot through the

I think you already did,’ my wolf writhed in our shared

may walk away and disobey. In the end, my hormones won and I swayed over to

to

my head to play along, coyly biting the edge of my bottom lip.

tight but enough to keep it interesting, pinning them above my head. His chest rumbled with another

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

nipping at my sanity, and it took me a moment to realise I had jumped straight into his game

he had

you call me button?” Of all the

know exactly where to press,” his self-approving

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

ahead with that smug grin that made me want to

of my panties. My folds were slick, coating the crease of my thighs. There wasn’t a chance in hell Diego couldn’t smell me; the scent was

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

and hauled me up, sitting me in

going,” he guided my hand back, palming my thigh with his

doing all

delicious sting erupted on

syllable in a way no

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

dark brown of his iris flickering with 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 cleavage, giving my right breast a light squeeze of reward. Taking his time, he plucked the ribbon at the