Chapter 66
epting My Twin Mates Chapter 66
Bonus Chapter 3 – You Avoid Me?
Lucy
Each time the memory yed in my mind, my heart hammered in my chest, my pulse echoed in my
ears and my lips tingled. I could scarcely believe I had done it, kissed him, Konstantin.
Just his name dancing silently on my tongue sent ripples of a strange electricity through my chest. How
could he have ingrained himself in my heart so quickly? He hadn’t forced his way into it or demanded
my affections. All he had done was quietly appreciate mypany, as though that was enough for him.
His scent of crisp yet musky mountainous air had lulled me to sleep, draped on my figure from his t-
shirt. I could almost taste him all over again, triggered only by that scent, and his face had graced my
dreams, chasing away all my fears.
For five long months, my dreams had consisted of Finley, using and taunting me, parading women to
hurt me, showing me love only to shatter it, and in darker nightmares, looming over me to attack. But
with Konstantin’s scent enveloping me, all those horrid images dissipated into a fog, reced for the
first time by hisrge andforting arms, his gentle eyes, and those soft lips.
I had fallen for him so fast, so hard… it terrified and excited me. I swore I wouldn’t be swept up in a
mate bond again, that if by some miracle I was granted a second chance, I wouldn’t allow myself to
dream for a moment of happily ever afters until I was sure. And I had willingly broken that resolve the
moment he returned my wrap, the moment our fingers brushed.
Helping Evie pack as she had for my heat, I was in a daze, not focusing on what I was folding or on
what Evie was packing. A whole mariachi band could have passed through her room dressed as
pickles and I doubt I would have even noticed. That was, till Evie had shaken me from my
daydreaming, asking what had happened.
“Have you seen him since?” Evie lifted her head, focusing behind me.
“No?”
But the pleasant ripple down my spine told me. I could feel a gaze on my back, heated, intense and I
utterly loved it in an instant.
“Now’s your chance,” she spun me around. “He’s right there.”
And there he was, his deep grey-blue eyes focused solely on me, only shifting when Evie waved and
climbed through the window to greet him. One of the Alphas stood behind him, Astennu I guessed,
giving Evie and Konstantin a moment to speak as father and daughter.
I handed Evie her bag and followed her out of the window, closing it shut behind me knowing she had
everything and no reason to go back in.
I felt each thud of my heart, looking up into Konstantin’s captivating face, his wonderful curls of
mountain scent reaching out to pull me to him with no effort on his part.
‘Say it,’ Lobelia urged, knowing the words that lingered on the tip of my tongue. ‘You practised it
enough. It’ll mean so much to him.’
“D-dobroye utro (good morning),” I bit my lips together, hoping I had said it right.
A small twitch of his lips under his beard told me I had gotten it correct and he repeated it back.
‘What?’ I felt my mouth pout as I caught Evie’s teasing smile. ‘I spent allst night and some of this
morning trying to learn that.’
I stood far back, to give them their chance to speak, feeling Konstantin’s gaze follow my hips’ natural
sway. He and Evie had only just been reunited and now needed to part.
As I saw the two of them break away, a ck jeep pulled up, driven by the other Alpha, Badru.
Although there seemed to be some ridiculous disagreement between who would drive: Evie adamant
that she do it, and Badru equally determined to stay in the driver’s seat.
“Would you let her drive?” I switched my sights between each twin. Both had a sheen of sweat on their
brows and an agitation to their limbs. ”Neither of you look as though you should be behind the wheel at
all.”
As soon as I had said it, I regretted it. Evie had that silly sly smile, and the Alpha twins were doing their
best to shove down a grin.
“Don’t you dare say it. I heard the tone, I know.”
‘Thanks for the assist, mom,’ Evie just couldn’t help herself, pulling me in for a hug before she got into
the jeep. ‘Please look out for him? He really doesn’t trust pack, so this is all gonna be a difficult
adjustment for him.’
‘I’ll take care of him, I promise.’
‘And bake! We need to spoil him,’ my wolf grew excited.
The jeep took off and Konstantin stood silently, watching it leave, a frown carving through his features.
Tentatively, I reached out to grasp his hand. An instinct took hold of me, expecting him to pull away, to
reject me, but he didn’t. His fingers sped tight, intertwining with and engulfing mine, his thumb
rubbing over my knuckles.
“She was so small and now she is grown woman… she doesn’t need me,” he muttered, a deep pain
resonating in his quiet voice.
“She’ll always need you,” I thought to my own father, how much I missed him and how much I wanted
him back to get me through the ordeal with my first mate.
Wiping at my tears before they could fall, I pulled on his arm to turn him to me. “Will youe and
have breakfast with me? I make a wicked eggs benedict.”
“Why are eggs named Benedict?” He looked at me confused.
I sucked in a sharp breath.
‘Oh my goddess, he’s adorable,’ Lobelia twirled in my mind, aspletely entranced as I was.
“No,” a small giggle bubbled. “It’s just what the dish is called. Come on, I can show you.”
I wasn’t interested in ordering our breakfast. I could make a better hondaise sauce than anyone in
this ce. The kitchen of the pack house was busy when I opened the double doors, preparing for the
day and the uing Thanksgiving. I ignored the tiny whispers and obvious mind-linking flitting
around and pulled Konstantin by the hand to the small side kitchen. One look from him and the couple
of staff scattered in an instant. Normally, I would have been working today. But ever since my run-in
with Finley that resulted in his expulsion from the pack, I had been given a leave of absence from my
duties, with pay.
With a flourish, I presented Konstantin’s te, putting extra attention into its presentation to show him
that it did make all the difference. He seemed to find it rather amusing, given his quiet yet deep
rumblingugh. Afterwards, I had the strong urge to bake.
I sat him on my small set of steps I used for reaching the top shelves, which doubled as a stool. He
looked quiteical, sat with his legs crossed to fit. A huge man perched on a tiny seat, but at least it
made him somewhat reachable to spoon-feed him little tastes of what I made.
The pear frangipane tarts he devoured and the cannoli shells were cooling nicely as I made the fillings;
pistachio, chocte and hazelnut, and lime mojito with white chocte.
“Open,” I held out a sample of the whipped pistachio.
He obeyed, letting me feed him the sample.
“I like this most,” he used his thumb and forefinger to wipe his beard.
“It’s my favourite too.”
I piped each of the cannoli shells, dusting with some icing sugar to finish them off. Taking a sharp knife,
I cut a slice off of the pistachio one, since it was his favourite.
“Here, try one now it’s filled,” I turned around, expecting him to still be seated, but he had silently stood
and directly behind me too.
I was met with a very broad wall of expansive chest, his shirt clinging to his every dip and taut muscle.
The point of therge ck tribal tattoo poked out from the cor as well as the hint of darker hair
studding his pecs. My mind, and wolf, began swimming with a desire to see the delights lying under his
thick long-sleeved t-shirt again. I blinked rapidly, trying to break whatever daze I had led myself into
and remember what it was I was doing.
I reached up with the slice of cannoli, bncing on my tiptoes to reach. I teetered a little and had
steady myself with a hand pressed on his lower chest, my fingers sying along the powerful muscle I
could sense coiled with raw strength.
I looked away, trying to hide my flushed face and racing heartbeat, and focused instead on the small
handprint of icing sugar I had left against the dark blue fabric.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I swiped at the print, trying to clear my mess.
He caught my hand as I wiped over his chest, “I do not care.”
His body leant down to mine, drawn like a ma, and I strained up to meet him in return. Encircling
my hips with his arms, he rapidly lifted me to the kitchen counter, spanning his palms around my waist.
Any control that I possessed vanished with the heat of his body pressed against mine.
My hands slipped around the back of his neck, locking my lips with his and savouring the sweet
lingering tang of the creamy cannoli. His mouth parted and I weed his tongue, following his lead on
how to swirl mine with his. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pulled him flush against me, a heat
heavily pooling at the sound of his possessive growl of approval rumbling his body.
My hands itched to feel his skin. I had seen him once and I needed to know what those thick mature
muscles d with tribal tattoos felt like. A thrill tingled along my skin, moving under his shirt. Working
their way up, my fingers yed with his chest hair, adoring the ruggedness of his physique.
I pulled back with a jolt, realising what I was doing. I was supposed to be taking this slow, taking our
time, and I had leapt on him the first chance I got. This wasn’t slow?!
“I’m sorry,” I panted, pushing him away and scrambling off of the counter, backing up to the door. “I
shouldn’t have… I mean, I need time…”
And in what was bing my idiotic response to this huge, perfect and gentle man, I ran away… yet
again.
‘This is getting old,’ Lobeliained. ‘I wanted my big Russian lycan.’
‘I can’t… I’m… I’m…’
‘Getting horny and turned on?! That’s the idea, silly goose, we’re meant to. He’s our mate and I could
feel, he was in to it.’
Oh goddess! I was in over my head, I had no clue what I was doing and that damned scent of his
warped my brain every time its fresh notes seeped towards me.
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I groaned, flopping over in bed. I had stupidly avoided Konstantin for the rest of the day. Every time I
thought about that kiss, my heart ploughed into overdrive. How his tongue had yed with mine
conjured the dirtiest of thoughts of his tongue ying elsewhere.
‘Would his beard be scratchy or would it tickle?’ My wolf sighed, hearts practically popping around her
head.
‘Stop it!’ I begged. ‘I’m not ready for anything like that… and it would probably tickle… it does when we
kiss.’
‘We are totally on the same page, don’t y innocent,’ she chuckled. ‘You could go to his room, you
know… for his scent. I need a new hit, this shirt of his is starting to fade.’
‘And say what? I came to collect yourundry? At midnight?’
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I gripped the fabric of Konstantin’s shirt draped on my figure. I did want his fresh scent, I wanted it
badly. It was my own personal drug and I was addicted, craving everything about him.
My wolf won.
I tiptoed all the way to his door, knocking lightly upon the wood. Every ounce ofmon sense was
telling me this was a reckless decision, but for once, I wanted to be reckless, and maybe make a dumb
decision.
The door slowly unlocked and opened wide… and what greeted my sights short-circuited something in
my brain.
He stoodpletely naked in front of me, unbothered and unashamed. Every solid muscle, line, dip,
bulge and tattoo fully uncovered for me to drink in.
My wolf almost fainted and my eyes bulged, taking in the trail of dark blond chest hair that led my eyes
down its path to what hung between his legs.
‘The moon goddess blessed him with great proportions,’ Lobelia drooled, transfixed.
“You avoid me?” Konstantin’s deep but quiet voice snapped my bright red face and wide eyes back to
his face.
Oh my moon, he knew I had ogled every inch of him.
“No!” I squeaked, not having a clue of where to look. Was it always this warm inside?
“Why do you lie?” The tip of his finger lifted my chin. “Do you wish me to leave you alone?”
“NO!” I identally yelled, clenching onto his wrist.
A gentle smile spread on his mouth and, without another word, he turned away from me, leaving me at
his open door as he walked back towards the bed. I was granted an uninterrupted view of his firm
muscr ass. The top of one of his tattoos curved just around the top, wrapping around his left hip.
“Either stay or go,” he called over his shoulder. “Whichever you choose, close door.”
I crossed the threshold and mmed the door, leaning back against it and wondering what on earth I
had walked myself into.
“D-did you eat?” I asked awkwardly. Evie had asked me to look out for him and I had done the
opposite.
“I did,” he slid back under the sheets, sitting up to watch me.
Hesitantly, I walked further into the room, realising that now I was here… what the hell did I n to do?
‘Get in bed? Snuggle up? Lick each of his tattoos?’ My wolf listed off. ‘You’ve got options.’
I wanted each thing she had mentioned, yet going anywhere near that bed was an intimidating
endeavour.
I quickly ran for the couch, lying stiffly on the surface and feeling increasingly foolish.
“What you do?” His voice sounded far too close to be in the bed anymore.
A tiny surprised growl sprung from my throat when a pair of huge arms slipped under my body,
pressing me to an equally huge chest. He cradled me to him, carrying me over to the bed.
“That was your growl?” He ced me on the mattress, the smirk evident in his tone alone.
I knew my cheeks had gone bright red at his yful mocking.
“Lyubimyy,” he whispered in my ear, his hard rugged body pressing at my back. “Pylkaya piksi, fiery
pixie.”
His tattooed arm hooked around my waist, encasing me fully. His lips brushed against my shoulder and
something ratherrge and stiff poked me from behind. “You want me with you? Or do I sleep on floor?”
Itched onto his forearm, holding him where hey. “Stay. Please?”
“Whatever you wish.”
Konstantin turned my head, pressing a simple soft kiss to my lips. But the thick bulge behind me stirred
other things, namely, a throbbing that ached and had begun the second he opened his door, naked. I
turned fully in his arms, my fingers tracing each of the ck lines marking his skin. His pack bands, his
only connection to his home, to his people. They were rugged, wild and beautiful, just like him.
Without thinking, and following some instinct within, I rolled him above me, pillowing his sides with my
thighs. His body weight pressed above me, braced only by his forearms on either side of my head. His
breaths mixed with his growls, exciting me more, and I could feel myself growing wetter. Had my thighs
been mped together, they would have been slick. As it was, they were spread wide apart, the head
of his shaft nudging at my panties and the scent of my arousal freely flowing.
“I haven’t done any of this before!” I blurted out, wanting to bury my face in hiding.
He pulled my hands away, resting them back on his shoulders. “I have only known one woman and I
have not done anything for over 20 years. I wasted time with my first mate, not trusting. I will not make
that mistake again.”
‘Does this mean he’s game?!’ My wolf was in a tizzy.
“I think I know something you will like,” his dark eyes swept over my face, his rough fingers delicately
tracing my small jaw. “You will tell me to stop if too much, yes?”
I nodded, running my hands back and forth along his chest.
“And you will tell me if it is good, yes?” His tone was firmer this time, more dominant and feral and my
core wept at its sound.
Our lips collided, melding into each other slowly. He trailed his mouth in a wet path down my neck,
nipping at where his mark wouldy. I squealed as an electrical current shot through my body, making
my lower half convulse within the same breath. I wiggled beneath him, working the shirt he had given
me up over my head and lying bare for the first time in front of someone.
Konstantin’s ravenous eyes took in the length of my body, tipping my chin up to meet my embarrassed
and flushed face.
“Krasivyy,” he whispered, kissing the tip of my nose. “Beautiful.”
His hungry mouth roamed lower, leaving tickling kisses from his beard between the small cleavage of
my breasts. My back arched when his hot tongue circled my n****e and my mouth hung ck, a high-
pitched moan setting loose from my lips. I was so distracted by his flicking tongue suckling on my
mounds, I wasn’t paying attention to where the fingers of his free hand were wandering, slowly
descending down my stomach.
I threw my head back, crying out in pleasure as the tip of his thick finger spread me apart. My hands
gripped his shoulders for dear life when he gently nudged back and forth over my clit, building up his
rhythm.
“Do you like?” He teased, a mischievous glint to his eyes as he studied my face. “You stay quiet.”
“YES!” I squealed loudly, when his thick finger circled my entrance, plunging within my slick flesh.
I had yed with myself, many times. I knew what I liked, or at least, I thought I did. This man, my
mate, knew exactly how to y me, knew my every switch and where to flick.
“More?” He kissed my jaw, trailing down my body.
“Goddess, yes!” My thighs trembled and my fingers dug into the pillow on either side of my head.
The pressure within my entrance grew when he added a second finger, his mouth nuzzling just below
my navel. My entire body jerked upwards when a hot, wide and wet tongue wrapped around my bundle
of nerves, sucking gently. A primal and deep growl vibrated from his lips, travelling through me and
making me spasm, a mini-orgasm iming me.
‘You were right,’ my wolf suddenly panted. ‘His beard does tickle.’
Konstantin spread my thighs wide to amodate his huge shoulders, leaving me fully at his mercy.
Just one of his hands would have been enough to pin my hips in ce to keep me from writhing, and
he used two. The rough pads of his fingers caressed the soft skin of my waist, my hips and my inner
thigh.
His tongue traced the length of my slit, plunging within my entrance and worshipping everything my
body could give him. My fingers dug into his hair, pressing his face further into me in some desperate
need for more friction. My hips bucked against his mouth, his tongue switching between my entrance
and my clit.
My cries echoed and bounced off of the walls of the room. My body rippled, flexed and convulsed as
the best orgasm I had ever experienced spread through me from the tip of my curled toes to my heated
and flushed ears.
Konstantin crawled back up the length of my trembling body, flipping us over so Iy fully on his chest.
His fingers stroked in a gentle line up and down my spine as I listened to his heart thundering in his
chest. He had been as excited as I was. I kissed his whiskered jaw, following the line to his lips and
tasting my tang still lingering.
He cupped the back of my neck, wrapping his other arm securely around me, just as I had always
wanted; thick, strong muscles encasing me and making me feel safe and cared for.
“I’m sorry I keep running from you,” I murmured into his neck, nuzzling his beard.
I didn’t mean to. I knew he wasn’t anything like Finley. Yet, just as I started to lose myself in a feeling of
happiness, the ugly head of rejection reared up, reminding me my happiness could be snatched away.
“You do not need to say it. I know,” he pressed his forehead to mine. “You always seem toe back
to me, so I do not worry.”