Accepting My Twin Mates

Chapter 60

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 60

Chapter 60 – By The Lakeshore?

Evgeniya

Astennu and Badru hung back in the room to tidy up after we had finished, leaving me and my father with time together. And what better way, than for a run, our first as father and daughter?

‘I hope you’re not expecting anything as strenuous as running the entire border,’ Evva yawned. ‘I’ve already done one run, I’m shattered.’

‘I was thinking more around the forest around the base of the mountain,’ I looked across to Mount Rainier on the setting horizon. ‘And maybe the lakes… for our mother.’

“I know you said that Alaskan Alpha won’t be bothered about you or me anymore,” I hiked the bag on my shoulder as it slipped. “But what about his heirs? Will they have any grudges we should worry about?”

“I doubt. The Alpha had son, Dominic. He was new pup and could not walk. He would be grown today. They had chance to kill me 23 years ago, they will not care now.”

I hoped he was right. That heir would be a grown man, possibly with his own ambitions, but the Alaskan packs were known for keeping to themselves. What cause would they have for venturing out?

I led us not far from the pack house, to a spot heavily covered with trees, and gave my father the simple bag from over my shoulder. He disappeared behind the thick trunk of a red cedar, shrouded with evergreen shrubs. I heard the rustling of clothing, and the heavy cracking of bones, followed by deep guttural breaths, far deeper than Evva’s and more animalistic at that.

His dark blond wolf, Kirill, stood much larger than mine; he must have near enough cleared 8ft in height. Like my lycan form, his ears and snout were longer than a normal wolf, the fur around his jaw and hackles were longer. His arms were shorter than mine but far more muscular; I doubted that he would be able to run on four legs. Like his arms, the rest of his wolf was densely packed with brawn. The silver scars I had seen hinted through his fur, the one on his jaw heavily stood out where no fur had sprouted.

‘Ok, I take it back,’ Evva’s eyes were popping out of her head. ‘We’re not the beast, papa bear is the beast.’

What I found most odd and fascinating were his tattoos; they were still visible in wolf form. The dark bands dyed the fur along the left side of his body and arm, giving him a tribal appearance. Many werewolves had tattoos, but they were never reflected in their wolf’s coat.

“How come they show through?” My fingers ran along the fur of his arm, tracing where the bands etched.

‘Bazal’t, uh, rock from volcano.’

He must have meant basalt, a type of igneous rock.

‘My father would crush with burned pine bark,’ he turned his arm for me to keep looking. ‘Needle must pierce hair and skin, very deeply.’

‘That sounds painful,’ I grimaced. A normal tattoo sounded bad enough, one done by hand sounded agony.

‘Very,’ his large furry paw patted my hand. ‘But it is only connection to home, so, I do.’

I took the bag from him so I could add my clothes and shift, stepping out from behind the same tree and wanting to live up to whatever image he had hoped us to be. He grasped our face, licking our muzzle and nuzzling against it, just as I had seen so many parents do with their pups.

The moon was already beginning to peek through in the sky, shining in the low setting sun. A few more minutes and it would begin to grow dark, but the landscape of the pack was beautiful no matter the time of day. I led the way to the lakes, wanting to show my father where my mother had been put to rest.

‘It’s a shame I couldn’t show you it during the day,’ I gazed out across the water’s surface, smiling internally at how the two moons reflected. ‘But now you can see where the pack gets its name. We can come back here in the morning if you want and you can see properly?’

He grew silent as we walked, not replying. His pounding footsteps sent ripples across the water’s surface.

‘What was staya Ognennoy Gory (Fire Mountain pack) like?’ I hoped I could distract him. ‘I know you said there were volcanoes, but what else? What other animals were around?’

‘Many bear, huge eagle,’ there was a wistful tone in his voice as he mind-linked me. ‘I did once see tiger when I was 15.’

‘A tiger?! Did it attack?’

‘No,’ he chuckled, in good humour. ‘We stared for longest time, it did not dare come close. I thought I had scared it away and was proud. My father had shifted and stood behind without me knowing. It was him tiger feared, not me.’

‘Dad is as big of a muffin as you are!’ Evva howled in laughter.

I make a few dumb moves, and I pay for it for eternity.

‘Why did the pack separate themselves?’ I asked as we walked further along the lakeshore.

‘In our stories, the older wolves say when our boginya luny, uh, moon goddess, created her wolf, not all of us had pack. We had no leader. So, we become own pack and led ourselves, searching for new home, far from wolves that chase us away. Until we found mountains of fire that called us home.’

A whole race of werewolves that started as rogues because they were shunned by packs? Centuries later, little had changed for some packs. Our history that was taught to us was that werewolves began as humans, blessed by the moon goddess, who cared for her wild wolves, granting their spirits rebirth within the humans that had cared for them and granting the human the ability to shift and communicate with their wolf. The moon goddess’s favoured and most blessed wolves were her white wolves. I knew only of one, the heir to the pack to our south in Oregon, Ashen Star.

Nothing was ever mentioned about any werewolves created as rogues; either it was a history that had been lost, or a history conveniently washed over.

Badru

Astennu and I had been waiting in Evie’s room, for when she had finished her run with her father. They hadn’t had any time, just the two of them, and a first run between parent and child was the most significant. Our first shift and run had been with our father. He hadn’t left our side once and let us use him as support if we stumbled. Not once had he stopped standing over us in protection, making sure we were never once in any danger as new wolves.

My twin was busy being responsible, typing away on his laptop, while I tried to clear up the devastation we had left in our mate’s bedroom. I had already tidied up her father’s room. What was one more?

The pleasant tingling down my spine had my eyes fixed on the door.

‘She’s here! She’s here!’ Baniti bounded around my head. Evie was right, he was a giant labrador.

The door opened to reveal our spectacular mate, slightly flushed, which only made my hunger for her grow. Her eyes, a deep smokey blue tonight, flashed darker, taking in my twin and me. We had changed into a simple pair of sweatpants, leaving the rest of us bare as a sweet treat for her to feast on.

“You have fun?” I swept her up into my arms, pressing my lips to hers.

Astennu crept in behind her, capturing her mouth when I released her to focus on the hollow of her throat.

“Fun is kinda the wrong word, but it was a nice evening,” Evie managed to reply once we had given her lips a moment of rest. “I showed my dad back to his room and I was hoping to take him back to the lake in the morning so he can see it in the light. You can come along, if you want?”

“Sure. But what about tonight,” I traced my tongue along the lines of her neck. ‘What do you want?’

‘We’re alone without her daddy chaperoning,’ Baniti bounced on the pads of his paws. ‘I wanna misbehave so bad.’

“This is sort of like my dream,” she mumbled absentmindedly.

“Your dream?” My brother whispered in her ear, running his fingers through her hair.

Her sweet little blush gave her away.

“I know the dream,” I chuckled lowly. “Just before we played ‘keep away’ with your vibrators.”

Both Astennu and I laughed as her face and neck turned bright red at the memory.

“You never told us how that went,” my brother continued to whisper in her ear, gripping her hips under her hoodie.

I slowly dipped, pulling at the edge and revealing each soft fleshy patch of skin inch by inch, kissing the trail of the hem. “How did dream us worship you?”

I kissed the top of her breast, uncovered by her bra, savouring her scent and her taste of spiced vanilla and the sweetest honey. She threw her head back, her cry devoured by my brother. I dropped to the floor, playing with the zip of her skinny jeans that hugged her every curve. There would never be a time when I wouldn’t drop to my knees in a heartbeat for her, especially when it placed her most tempting asset directly in front of my face.

Astennu’s hand slipped inside her bra cup, massaging the tender flesh, and I skimmed my hands up her sides to flick open her clasp, throwing it to the side.

“You lost your voice, ammar?” He twisted her n****e, making her moan.

I purposely, in slow movements, unzipped her pants, dipping my fingers into the waistband to pull them off her.

“Are we gonna have to torture the information outta you, nour el-ain?” I kissed the outside of her panties directly above her cloth-covered clit. “We can keep this up all night.”

‘What?! I can’t, I wanna bite her now!’ My wolf whined, wanting his fun straight away.

‘You think I don’t wanna rip her panties off and go to town? Chill and let me work her up.’

“Y-you were behind me, A-Aste was in front,” she panted and squeaked when he nipped her marking spot.

“There’s no way I’m giving my turn up,” I chuckled, lowering the edge of her panties that curved between the swell of her ass cheeks. “Next detail.”

I kissed along her slit delicately for her to continue, licking along the crease of her thigh.

“I was lifted up…” she continued to pant and I rewarded her by sliding her panties all the way down.

“And?” Astennu twisted both her n*****s, peppering her neck. “What next?”

“Y-you were just about to dive in,” her voice hitched when I ran my nose along her most intimate seam, drinking in her hot spiced vanilla aroma. I knew my eyes had been enveloped in deep black shades. “Then, I woke up.”

‘So you never got to feel this?’ I parted her in one lick, a deep growl rumbling in my chest. The vibrations travelled through my tongue and straight to her clit.

She fell back against my brother and I watched as her mouth fell open, her eyelashes fluttering. After softly sucking on her clit and wrapping it around my tongue, the time for gentle foreplay was over. I nodded to Astennu, knowing what he had stuffed in the bag he had brought. We were in better prepared surroundings this time, not an impromptu humping in the woods.

I dove into her entrance, distracting her that Astennu had left her back, and curled my tongue around her hot, sweetly wet and smooth walls lapping up her insides. My hands fisted her hips, pulling her cheeks apart with my fingertips so my twin had easier access; because teamwork and it was his turn to play around back there.

The squelch of the lube rattled in my ears and I loved seeing how her chest rose and fell in quick bursts. She heard it too. She knew what was coming.

‘And it better be her, all over our face,’ Baniti paced in anticipation.

I knew the moment my brother entered her, teasing her tight back bud. She tensed on instinct at the intrusion, gripping my wrists.

‘It’s ok, you’ve already taken a d**k once back there, I know my nour el-ain can do it again,’ I winked at her cheekily, resuming my mission to eat her out.

A little encouragement and her body uncoiled from its rigid state, settling into the double rhythm. Her body rocked between us, trembling. I nipped and twisted her clit between my teeth, soothing her with a stroke of my tongue while my fingers took over the pleasure of her insides, hammering her slick walls in time with my brother.

She tightened around me, her thighs clenching around my neck. My wolf roared in my mind, beside himself in her chokehold, and it was every measure of control I had not to come. If I was coming anywhere, it was inside her, buried up to her cervix.

I lapped her up, licking up her body and sucking hard on her marking spot as I went to claim her mouth. I kicked my pants off quickly, my brother doing the same. She wasn’t getting a moment of rest. I wanted my Evie, my Evgeniya, while she was still hot and slick.

Grabbing her thighs, I lifted her around my waist, thrusting into her as deep as possible. She threw her head back, crying out, her long shapely legs wrapping tightly around me. I lifted her hips, pulling back to pound up into her again. Stilling to allow my brother chance to dive in, too. He pushed her forward, pressing against the back of her neck, so she rested against my shoulder.

I could sense his nerves building, worrying if he was going to do this right.

‘Go a lot slower, and just stop if she tenses,’ I mind-linked. It was a hard cycle for him to break, to not put pressure on himself.

I took her weight easily, gripping her ass to hold her apart. I kissed the soft patch of skin behind her ear, tugging on her earlobe and peppering her neck as my brother pressed his way inside. She whimpered a little, mixed with tiny moans. The sounds were an instant trigger to my already straining c**k. My twin

groaned, resting his forehead against our mate and taking a moment to appreciate her wonderful tightness. I could sense how his bond flared, connecting with her in such a physical way. My bond flared at the same time, in complete synchronicity with his; his bond was mine and mine was his.

As he pulled out to thrust back in, her back arched, popping her breasts up. Keeping one hand securely on her ass, knowing Astennu had the other cheek, I captured one of her tempting rosy pink n*****s, thrusting up and forward into her as my brother withdrew. We worked together, making sure one of us filled her at all times, our see-saw motion driving her insane and rippling a stream of moans and cries from her lips.

Her hand gripped my shoulder, nails digging into my muscle. Her other hand wrapped around the back of Astennu’s neck, undulating her body between us.

“Harder… together,” she growled, thrusting onto me with more force.

Her eyes swirled with black, bleeding into the smokey blue of her irises. Her creamy skin and cheeks flushed bright pink in excitement.

I could only imagine what her command would feel like if she had an aura.

‘I don’t need to imagine,’ my ridiculous wolf was already on his back for his mate, wagging furiously. Some Alpha he was. But I already knew how thoroughly he was wrapped around Evie and Evva’s claws, much like myself.

I withdrew my hips, giving a single nod to my twin over our mate’s shoulder. We pounded into her simultaneously, shuddering her body with our joint force. Her hold on us hardened, her breasts bouncing at each thrust.

I felt myself close, on the extremity of my release, the need to edge over almost crippling. The base of my shaft tightened, my c**k rigid, and with one final deep thrust, I fell, freefalling into the perfect and hot

abyss that was my mate.

Heaving for air on her shoulder, I was vaguely aware of her breathless kisses against my ear. I raised my head to sloppily kiss her back, moving down her throat and neck so my brother had a turn to kiss her lips.

My canines ached, wanting to spring free and delve deep into her flesh. But she wasn’t ready, not yet. Her love and true acceptance had to be earned the long way and I knew, we were getting closer.

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As Evie had promised, we walked Konstantin back to the lake in the fresh morning air. The four of us had eaten breakfast in his room, so he didn’t have to deal with the prying eyes and whispers that would come with eating in the dining hall. His arrival yesterday was neither inconspicuous nor quiet; word about his confrontation with my father would have spread.

“Are you alright, Konstatin?” Astennu asked. I, too, noticed how unsettled he seemed to have grown all of a sudden.

“I am well. It is something strange,” his eyes narrowed subtly. “An odd pull I feel ahead.”

“Maybe it’s my mother?” Evie gripped his hand. “I always felt this weird calm, before I even knew she was burned there.”

“Even after all this time,” I turned as the clearing of the lake came into view from the bark chip path. “You really do love her still?”

“Always,” a deeply furrowed smile twitched under his beard. “I do not think I could ever accept another, not after Heathe-”

My head snapped back to him at his abrupt standstill. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

“Dad?” Evie shook his arm.

Konstantin’s entire form had frozen in place, his eyes wide and unblinking ahead. A deep rumbling growl bubbled from his chest, not one of anger or threat. A growl of something else entirely.

I followed his line of sight to where it was fixed by the lake shore… to a small red-headed she-wolf, who stood equally as transfixed.

Lucy.

“Mate,” the word was barely audible under Konstantin’s breath and I could just make out her lips uttering the same in reply.

Along with Astennu and Evie, I couldn’t quite believe what I was seeing. ‘Looks like Lucy’s gonna be calling him daddy, too.’