Chapter 72
epting My Twin Mates Chapter 72
Chapter 69 – What Would You Want From Him?
Evgeniya
Badru’s fingertips were slowing on the bare skin of my back under our nket, his breathing bing
shallow and even. I cracked open an eye and rested my chin on my folded hands from where Iy on
his chest by the fire. His face was so serene, still with a sheen of moisture highlighting his deep golden
complexion.
I was about to ce a kiss on his full, parted lips when the front door opened and closed with a bang.
Badru’s eyes flew open and he sat up with a startle, narrowly avoiding smacking me square in the
forehead.
“Do you have any idea how hard that was?” Astennu dropped a rounded bag on the kitchen counter
which I could only assume was the small turkey.
“I can see,” I knelt up on the couch I had been snuggled up on, leaning over the back and spotting his
huge erection.
‘Damn, that thing could be used as a weapon,’ Evva was already growing inmed by her desires.
I stood with the nket around my shoulders. No sooner had I ascended the two steps of the lowered
seating area that Astennu had swept me up in his arms, one under my knees, the other encircling my
back. He kissed me slowly, his tongue coaxing and teasing mine.
“Get cooking, Ru,” he called over his shoulder, walking us to the bedroom.
“Wait, what?!”
“I delivered it, you cook it.”
Badru muttered a string of Arabic grumblings, too quiet and too rapid for me to understand. “I knew I
shoulda gone to get the turkey,” he yanked his discarded shorts up.
“And as soon as you sensed anything, you would’ve turned tail,” Astennu called out, nearing the door.
“Don’t forget to baste.”
‘Why do I feel like we’re the ones about to be basted,’ my wolf snorted.
I shed Badru a sympathetic smile over his twin’s shoulder, my eyes wandering down to Astennu’s
bare muscr ass which had Evva licking her wolfish lips. ‘I’m hoping this means we’re tucking into
baba’s rump roast before the Thanksgiving turkey.’
He held me easily with one arm to open up the bedroom door, closing it with a backward kick.
“Ru’s gonna be ok left unsupervised, right?”
“Scared he’ll burn the kitchen down?” He raised a quizzical brow. “He’s the better cook out of the two of
us.”
“No,” I drew out the word. “He gets distracted easily and with the way you’re looking at me, your twin
bond thing is gonna distract the s**t out of him.”
“I managed up and down that mountain in the cold and snow. He’ll be fine in a warm kitchen.”
I paused for a second longer thanfortable as he sat us on the edge of the bed. “You’re not angry…
are you?” I yed with the hair at the base of his neck, my fingertips dipping to his corbone and
tracing the indentations.
“Angry at what?” He pulled back a fraction of a width, his palm sliding to the rounded curve where my
rear and hip met. “You think I’d be angry that I was left out?”
I nodded.
“Ammar,” he curled his finger under my chin, skimming along my jaw to grasp my neck. “Of course not.
Ru and I aren’t joined at the hip. Each of us deserves to have time with you alone, and you deserve
time with just one mate whenever you want.”
“Besides, it doesn’t feel bad,” he whispered, his lips brushing at my ear and cing the ghost of a kiss
on the soft skin. “It feels insanely good, like you’re there, without being there and that’s the problem. It
makes me crave you even more.”
His hand crept under the nket, working its way up, ying with the crease of my inner thigh and
dragging a knuckle across the dampness pooling. His hardened c**k under myp strained beneath
me, his hips beginning to tremble in need of friction in some way to feed the fire burning. A heated
ripple flushed through me and I sagged onto his shoulder, breathing rapidly. My abdomen cramped and
throbbed in a strange manner, one I hadn’t experienced before.
“Hey, did I make it worse? Do you need a cold shower or another ice bath?” He gazed down at me with
concern.
“I think I need fresh air.”
‘I feel a weird kinda horny, I don’t know about you.’
‘No, I feel it too, Evva. Must be the after-effects of our first heat.’
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Taking me by the hand, he led us out of the French doors to the narrow deck. The crisp air, ented
with pine and mountain scents, was the coldpress my skin needed. I noticed how he sneakily
grabbed a condom from the box and kept it pressed in his palm.
“Better?” His fingertips inched under the edge of the nket about my shoulders, pushing it down
around my upper arms and exposing the tops of my breasts.
“Better…” I unclenched my fist, letting the fuzzy fabric glide down my body and pool at my feet.
His eyes followed the nket’s entire path, swirling with ck and pulsating with a primal and molten
sapphire need. He pressed me to the railing, the snow that had settled on top melting instantly to my
skin and his hands gripping the wood at either side of my waist. He traced the arch of my spine,
pressing me firmer into his chest and following the curve of my rear, damp from the ice.
Our lips slowly met, his tongue tracing and leading mine into his rhythm. A long thick finger slid
between my folds, sweeping the slick length of my clit to my entrance. I felt the grin on his lips at my
rapid and sharp intake of breath. My chest heaved as he began to pump, using his thumb to weave
agonisingly unrushed patterns over my bundle of nerves.
Not wanting my sweet goober to be left behind, I reached between his legs, cupping the weight of his
balls. His stomach and chest muscles flexed in response, a stunned groan vibrating along my lips.
“Ya ‘iha, bidha’a,” he cursed under his breath.
“Is that good Arabic?” I teased, smoothing my thumb under his family jewels.
“You could ask for anything right now and the answer would be yes, partly because it feels amazing
and partly out of fear,” he chuckled.
I traced the underside of his c**k, rounding over his head and spreading the profuse beading of precum
along his shaft, stroking him to the same tempo of his fingers inside me. Just as my thighs began to
shake, nearing my edge, he withdrew and swung me around in a pirouette, an animalistic growl
rumbling his chest pressed at my back.
Even without the different tingles of the mate bond and with my eyes closed, I could tell whose touch
belonged to who. Badru was strong and to the point, eager to dive in and find the delicious spot to
hammer repeatedly with all his strength. Astennu was much slower, taking his time to let me feel his
every inch inside of me, teasing every moan from my body. And once I was putty in his hands, he
dominated my body.
I heard a rustle of the condom wrapper being ripped open and hastily rolled on behind me. He nudged
my legs a little further apart, parting my lower lips and nudging my clit with his c**k. His pace, as
always, was slow, teasing, grinding his hips to my ass without thrusting into me. I had the entire
mountainside view to gaze at, the mist billowing over and the loose snow fluttering around us, blown
from its treetop perches. Yet, all I could concentrate on was Astennu’s taunting shaft, passing over my
entrance in provocation on each drive of his hips. His sweet tree sap scent settling along my skin
chased the world around me away, lulling me fully into his wake.
As I was on the precipice of grabbing him to get what I wanted, he plunged forward, burying himself to
his hilt. He withdrew slowly, to notch his way back in with anguid thrust. My back arched and I
gripped the railing, my jaw falling ck, feeling everyst measure of him cushioned within my walls.
One of his hands drifted the line of my stomach, rolling the swell of my breast and pinching my
hardened bud that strained for his attention. His other hand slipped into my hair, wrapping my tresses
around his fingers to cradle my head to his, delving his nose into my hair. As his thrusts increased, his
hips pped against my rear, the only sound my ears were trained on, along with his grunts and
groans of pleasure in my ear.
The ball of tension grew within me; the lights seemed brighter, the breeze warmer, the air more potent.
Each extensive thrust of Astennu’s hips hit with an intensity, tinged with a brush of pain for its depth.
And I wanted more of it. My hips sought his, needing all of him, and sensing my orgasm poised ready
to burst in electrifying waves.
My legs quaked and if it hadn’t been for my mate’s arms around me, I’d have fallen to the decking in
exhaustion. With a final guttural thrust, I felt him shudder against me, a low but long growl gripping me
as he came, emptying out his seed until he swayed a little behind me.
“I hope no one was walking around the trails this morning,” I chuckled, panting.
“Forget the trails. I’m pretty sure they heard us in the ski vige,” he kissed my neck, nuzzling into my
skin where I had applied the herb oil.
Evva snorted loudly, ‘if anyone is out there, I think you probably gave the game away as to whose
bright pink toy it is lying in the snow.’
Astennu heaved a deep breath and pulled my face to the side, reaching around to im my lips in a
kiss that threatened to send me over a second edge. He pulled out slowly and picked up the nket
strewn onto the wooden deck, draping it around my shoulders; grabbing the wrapper as well.
He collected me up in his arms and walked us back inside to the bathroom, handing me a warm
washcloth to clean myself as he took care of his heavily filled condom. He stepped into a pair of shorts
and pulled on a long-sleeved henley as he strode from the bedroom.
“If you’re sticking to being naked under the nket, Ru’s gonna forget all about that turkey,” he raised a
brow in humour when I followed him out without dressing.
“My clothes are out by the firepit,” I nodded my head in the direction. “I’m not about to double up on
laundry.”
The first scents of holiday food wafted through the open-n living space, a mix of butter, pepper and
meat almost lifting my feet from the floor like a cartoon character.
“Finally! Have fun? Leaving me to do all the work,” Badru muttered, looking incredibly flustered as he
peeled potatoes.
“That better be a joke because if not, the turkey ain’t the only thing getting stuffed!” Astennu snapped,
threatening to throw the vegetable peelings in his brother’s face.
“If the pair of you are gonna start getting bratty, I’ll rethink the cornbread I was going to make,” I said
with a note of smugness. I knew the Thanksgiving treat they loved more than anything; second only to
the apple custard slice.
“Cornbread?” Astennu’s eyes lit up, darkening in the same instant when I dropped my nket and
pulled up my shorts.
“The maple and bacon one? That’s you?” A boyish grin took over Badru’s features. Luckily, he wasn’t
looking when I stretched to put my top back on because otherwise, he may have chopped off
something important.
“Sure is.”
Their mother ordered it every Thanksgiving, as did a few other pack members, and it was always a hit
during the holiday season in the pack dining room.
Pecking Badru on the lips, making his grin deepen, I hunted for the ingredients I needed. Our fresh
food supply was pretty much used up for the dinner and I wasn’t about to send either twin out on
another supply run. I left enough bacon and egg aside for breakfast in the fridge, but the rest would go
nicely in the cornbread and, possibly, a simple dessert.
“The batter is just as good as the finished thing,” Badru groaned in bliss as he licked the bowl out.
The other twin had imed the beaters, enjoying the spoils while we waited on the cornbread to cook
in the double oven.
“I’ll let Tamlyn know she haspetition for clean-up,” I tittered to myself, folding together the dry and
wet ingredients of the dessert.
I had found a small bag of chocte chips in the pantry, so, with the skillet in the cupboard, I had
scraped together enough to make a giant chocte chip cookie for afters. It was no pumpkin pie, but it
would do as a substitute. I slid the finished dough into the fridge where it could wait till dinner time and
could cook while we ate.
The sun had virtually set, coating the sky in vibrant shades of pinks and oranges. With the soft light of
themps and the crackling fire, the small table was set. Astennu carved up thest of the meat, as
Badru chewed on a pilfered wing while he mashed the potatoes.
“Are you sure you guys are gonna eat all this?” I slid the remains of the meat onto the two serving
tes that were in fact the twins’ dinner tes. It wasn’t the biggest turkey in the world, but I never
imagined they would pick the carcass clean and still have room.
“You kidding?” Astennu popped a chunk of leg meat in his mouth. “We could polish this off in a single
sitting.”
“These muscles don’t feed themselves,” Badru shamelessly flexed his arms, making me roll my eyes at
his antics.
‘Ask him if he can do the titty dance,’ my wolf howled inughter.
‘I think we both know that’ll lead to other things, and I’d hate for all his efforts to go cold. Turkey is
never the same reheated.’
With their obnoxious tes piled higher than what any mortal should be able to consume, we sat at the
table. I had set a timer to keep an eye on the skillet cookie to stop it from overcooking. The meat
melted in my mouth, bursting with the taste of butter, pepper and honey, and it was a battle to not moan
as I ate.
“There’s an idea we’ve been thinking about and we wanted to run it by you,” Astennu diplomatically
phrased, wiping his mouth on his napkin.
“He says ‘run it by you’ when really he means ‘we have no clue how to ask’ and your father could well
tell us to shove it in Russian,” Badru bluntly stated, not beating about the proverbial bush.
“My dad? What would you want from him?”
“We need a Beta, someone we can trust. Your dad has a natural authority, so I doubt anyone would
step out of line with him-”
“He definitely scares the s**t outta me,” Badru interrupted his brother with a chuckle.
“That he does,” Astennu twirled his fork in his mashed potatoes, a half smile on his face. “It might help
him settle into pack life, too. He’s spent over half his life on his own and what he’s seen of packs has
been the worst side possible. He can help us change things.”
“Uhh,” was all my eloquent mouth could reply. “I know the two of us have a strong bond, but I don’t
know any more than you do how he would feel about being a pack Beta.”
‘He will definitely have some choice Russian phrases. Our nugget is not wrong about that,’ Evva
shared in my dismay.
“This might be way too daunting for him,” I shook my head. “But why don’t you let me ask him for you?”
‘He’d be less likely to tell you to go f**k yourself,’ Badru halfughed, sucking the meat clean from the
turkey leg.
“I doubt he’d be that aggressive,” I pushed my empty te away with an overly full sigh and attempted
to stand to check on the skillet cookie. “He really likes the both of you.”
With my hand wrapped in a towel, I took out the dessert, plunging the whole open room into the scent
of warm cookie dough and chocte. Grabbing three spoons, I ced the hot pan on a wicker
cemat and handed my mates a spoon each.
“You don’t need a Beta anytime soon, right?”
They both shook their heads, mouths full of dessert.
“Leave it to me. When the moment’s right, I’ll ask.”