Accepting My Twin Mates

Chapter 68

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 68

Chapter 65 – Rosebud?

Evgeniya

“Wanna know?” Badru whispered.

‘Does a giant pink dildo fly through the trees?’ Evva snapped impatiently, her mental claws extending and my body temperature rising rapidly. ‘Of course, we want to know. Tell him!’

Astennu’s lips had reached the top of my shoulder, nipping a trail as he went. Badru pulled my hips towards him with the strings of my lace thong, the purple fabric biting into my skin.

“What did you have in mind?” I breathed, sucking in a sharp inhale as Astennu’s teeth dug into my neck.

My mind was already becoming foggy, clouded in heat, lust and something deeply feral clawing its way to the surface. I heard rustling behind me of clothes being removed and a bag being rummaged through. A tube of lube and a pack of wipes landed at the side of me with a bounce.

“Diving straight into the dirty stuff?” I swayed my hips as Badru shimmied my underwear off. “Is this because we forgot to pack protection?”

I tried to sound playful but a note of uneasiness slipped out.

I was nowhere near ready to be a mother. Pups were a rarity to play on my mind, and, in all honesty, they hadn’t featured when I thought of my future. But that was before I had shifted, when I had resigned myself that I would never shift or have a heat to conceive.

“Don’t worry, we packed plenty of condoms,” Badru kissed a line up my stomach and nuzzled between my breasts, his thick stubble scratching my skin. “You’re not the only one intimidated about reproducing.”

“Lean forward, ammar,” Astennu pushed between my shoulder blades.

I rested my hands on Badru’s shoulders, straddling his thighs. He continued to lick a path in between my cleavage, kissing my breast’s swell. He took my hardened n****e in his mouth, tracing the areola with his tongue and sucking harshly. My mouth fell slack and hung open, my eyes screwing shut. The electric tingles of our bond were heightened, buzzing my skin with a new zeal of energy. A thick c**k stroked my folds, slick, throbbing and deliciously burning hot.

“Oh, goddess,” Astennu panted, struggling to keep his voice level.

His bare head hit my clit and with a feral thrust, he entered me, hitting eye-watering depth.

“Wait…” I groaned, not wanting him to stop, but I could feel his c**k was bare. “What about… protection?”

“Just trust me,” he fisted my hips, thrusting again.

And I did. I did trust him. I trusted both of them to take care of me, to not go beyond what I wanted.

A squelch sounded, followed by a cool sensation between my ass cheeks.

“You’re gonna want to lean all the way forward, my nour el-ain,” Badru pulled me back with him, propping himself up with his elbows.

I groaned as Astennu slowly worked his finger into my behind, probing at how deep he could go and pumping in time with his thrusts. Another finger joined his first and I was pretty sure a third, but my

sense of reality was beginning to haze. The only thing I could feel was the electricity of our bond and two sets of lips nipping every available inch of skin.

“Are you ready?” Astennu whispered in my ear, slowing his pace.

I nodded, giving up control and letting it be dictated to me what would happen next. He withdrew his hips, cleaning up his hands, and applied more lube to my behind.

“This is where your little toy comes in,” Badru handed me the rosebud, settling back on his elbows. The sapphire of his eyes pulsated in flashes of vivid colour, almost glowing, and swirled with the black of his arousal.

“What’re you gonna do?” I felt my face flush under his intense gaze. His straining erection was pressed near my face, begging me to taste.

“I like the faces you make,” he tilted my chin up. “I’m gonna watch you a little before you suck it.”

On instinct, I tensed as the head of Astennu’s c**k nudged against my ass. He massaged my cheeks, keeping them held apart to press his way inside. Badru guided my hand between my thighs, flicking the rosebud on and setting the silicone tongue undulating on its low speed. I brought it to my clit, the vibrations immediately curling me with pleasure, the tongue doing its job nearly as well as my mates. Nearly, but it was no substitute for them.

My fist clenched the bedsheet beneath us, moaning the deeper Astennu thrust till his hips slapped against my ass.

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“f**k, no!” I murmured when his hips withdrew and he pushed back in. “If anything, I could take something a little rougher.”

‘Just pace yourself there, little muffin,’ Evva chuckled, breaking out of her link with her counterparts. ‘We’ve got three days of this. No need to split yourself in half on the first round.’

I ignored her, wanting my mates how ever I saw fit.

A low growl sounded both in front of me and behind, my whole body propelled forward by the force of Astennu’s thrust. I cried out, almost dropping the rosebud, my whole lower half throbbing with an intrusive pleasure and pulsation. My eyes screwed shut, unable to take more stimulation.

“No you don’t, eyes on me,” Badru demanded, turning the speed of the vibrator up.

A soundless moan ripped from my throat and my thighs quivered. Astennu’s hand slid up into my hair, fisting the strands to arch my back. I had nowhere else to look other than his twin’s fierce gaze. Badru did nothing but look at me and it was as though I could feel his hands on me, touching me, f*****g me.

‘Evie, f**k, don’t drop that thing. I can feel the vibrations from it,’ Astennu panted deliriously in my mind. ‘It… it’s something, alright.’

Flicking the rosebud on its highest setting, I switched its attention between my clit and my entrance, my mate behind thrusting into my ass with increasing speed. All the while keeping my eyes on Badru, giving him my every expression of desire and pleasure that he wanted.

With my free hand, I shoved his chest to lie him flat on the bed, his c**k springing in front of my face. I devoured him in an instant, swirling my tongue over his head and swallowing him as deeply as my throat would allow. He groaned and flopped back, all notion of maintaining eye contact gone. His hips bucked as he reached his high, the velvety skin of his c**k tensing and tightening.

An almighty orgasm rippled through me, convulsing my whole body. Badru followed with his twin, the two of them howling a feral roar as they came, clinging to me as they emptied out.

I collapsed against Badru’s stomach and Astennu fell on my back, resting his forehead between my shoulder blades and sloppily kissing my spine. He pulled out and a moment later I felt a warm towel press between my thighs to clean me up.

He climbed on the bed behind me, sandwiching me with Badru. My body buzzed and sang from my high, slowly settling into a heated wave gripping my abdomen.

“Do you need us to run you an ice bath or a cold shower?” Astennu nuzzled the nape of my neck.

“A shower sounds good,” I murmured, not needing a full submergence just yet.

On shaky legs, the twins threw on a pair of sweatpants each, Badru leading me to the bathroom and Astennu leaving the bedroom.

“Here, the shower has a bench and a monsoon ceiling,” he lowered me to the seat and showed me the levers, “Aste’s grabbing you a bucket of snow. Do you need the windows open?”

I shook my head, my temperature hadn’t soared too high so far.

“Ok. I’ll run you a bath so you can get in and out as you want later on,” he kissed my hairline and swiftly exited so I couldn’t catch him in the stream.

‘Little nugget is learning,’ my wolf chuckled, her laugh morphing into a lusty growl.

I looked about the decent-sized en-suite, not as big as the one in their home at the pack house but still with all the luxury amenities. The roll-top bath that Badru began filling stood next to a large circular window, looking out onto the valley below and across the shower where I sat under the slow stream of dripping water, another oblong window afforded me the same view. It wasn’t as though anyone could peer through this high up.

A pleasant herby scent wafted over from the bath and I noticed Badru adding drops from a small jade vial.

“What’s that? It smells good.”

“You can thank Elan next time you see him. He sent it over with his Delta work he completed, in case your heat suddenly hit. It’s clary sage and basil oil he makes from his kitchen plants. He said the wiccan women use it when they’re going through menopause. Apparently, it helps soothe their hot flushes, so he figured it might help for you,” he handed me the small bottle around the curved glass of the walk-in shower divide. “He’s never given it to a she-wolf to use before, so you’re the guinea pig to see if his concoction works. His wife said the stuff her Family makes for the pack they live in works pretty well.”

“Well, as a thank you, I’ll have to return the favour and make him my guinea pig for a couple of vegan baking recipes,” I removed the stopper and inhaled the delicate and sweet aroma.

A cool wave washed over me, my body relaxing in an instant, and a heavy sigh left my lips. The plant’s amplified properties, which only earth wiccans could evoke, worked their miracles from a single sniff. The cramping in my abdomen and the nausea eased, replaced by a hungry rumble.

“I’ll take that as a sign it works,” he shut off the bath tap just as his brother appeared with the bucket of snow.

“That rumbly tummy mean you’re hungry?” Astennu gently kissed me, not caring that he got wet.

Badru opened his mouth to say something, and by the dirty glint in his eye, I could guess what.

“I swear, you ask if I’m hungry for c**k, nugget boy, and I’ll launch you through the window. See if I get a better distance outta you than my poor vibrator.”

He squirmed, his pants tenting instantly, the bulge that had already been presently growing rapidly at my threat.

“How does that turn you on? Seriously?!” I threw my hands in the air.

“If you ever figure out what makes him tick, let me know. We’re meant to be clones and he’s a mystery to me sometimes,” Astennu shook his head, towelling the dampness from his skin.

“Ah-ha, I forgot how to laugh,” Badru displayed his rare grasp of sarcasm, not needing his little sign this time. “Come on, let’s grab the food from the car and rustle up something to eat.”

He steered his laughing twin out, leaving me alone. Without the fresh oil aroma, my hot skin began to creep back. I emptied the bucket on the tiled bench and sat back on it, scooping mounds of the snow onto my lap with a relieved sigh. My eyes closed and it was only the dual voices of my mates that fluttered my lids open. Most of the snow around me had melted and my body was beyond chilled, uncomfortably so.

‘We got snacks when you’re ready,’ Astennu announced.

‘And you need towelling down? All you gotta do is ask,’ And I didn’t need to see him to know Badru was smirking.

I refused to answer, knowing exactly how worked up he’d get with any smart-mouth response I gave.

Shutting the shower off, I towelled myself down and dotted a dab of the oil on my neck. Not too much, as I wasn’t sure how bad I could get tomorrow and didn’t want to use it all up. I slipped on the charcoal grey bathrobe that hung on the back of the door, trying to figure out which twin this bedroom actually belonged to. The en-suite, I noticed now I was out of the shower, had two doors, so they must have shared a bathroom when they vacationed here. The faded scents were that of both of them, so I

wondered whether they shared or swapped rooms around; a common behaviour among identical werewolf siblings, who were perpetually drawn together by their bond.

I barely managed a step out of the bathroom before I was surged upon, Badru lifting me clear off of my feet and capturing my tongue. Much unlike his usual character, Astennu snatched me from his brother, keeping me pressed against him and kissing down my neck, making me forget about being hungry.

He sat me on the edge of the bed and Badru quickly scooted behind me, his nose pressed into my damp hair and lapping where I had dabbed the oil.

“I like this on you, makes you extra moreish,” he palmed my waist, the heat of my skin beginning to waver once more.

Astennu knelt in front of me, sliding an impressive charcuterie board onto the bed.

“We thought we’d feed you,” his hands slid up my thighs, parting my knees. “But with a slight difference.”

A rolled-up piece of fabric appeared over my shoulder… a blindfold?