Accepting My Twin Mates

Chapter 115

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 115

Chapter 112 – Reunited? II of III

Astennu

My heart stopped at the flash of dark gold I could barely believe was true. Whatever was fired had lodged itself in the wall just above my shoulder and I couldn’t care less.

The prison, the people around us, all of it faded, leaving Evie’s shapely figure eclipsed in her glow.

It was like I was seeing her face for the first time, mesmerised by her perfection. Every minute detail and soft feminine feature I remembered, but it was as though I was recalling a fantasy that I hadn’t actually been blessed with.

The gun in her hands fell, clattering to the floor, her perfect shimmering eyes welling up and magnifying her colours.

“Aste… Ru?” Her beautiful face inclined to each of us.

‘Is she real?’ Aasim whispered. ‘Because if this is a dream, it’s a cruel one.’

“You almost shot me,” Badru raised a trembling hand to her jaw, releasing a held breath as he felt the sparks surge through his skin.

“You took two months to find me, so I still might,” she leant into his touch, clasping her hands over his.

“Is that why you didn’t wait for us to save you?” I croaked, my mouth breaking into the easiest smile I hadn’t felt for so long.

“I didn’t have all day,” one of her hands slid up the line of my chest.

A wake of sparks rippled outwards from her touch, spreading all throughout my skin and connecting me more strongly to another little bond I had only felt at a distance. Her hand worked its way up my neck, brushing over my marking site in an oxygen-stealing shudder, and settled over my cheek, wiping them with the feather-soft touch of the pad of her thumb. l only just now realised that my eyes were damp from tears, a break of relief that she was real, in front of me… with our pup.

My mouth surged forward, grasping the back of her neck to deepen our kiss. My fingers curled in her buttery soft hair, tilting her head back to give my brother more access to her neck that he claimed. Her vanilla taste, her scent, all of her was like the first time all over again; new and familiar all over again. Too soon, our kiss was broken and my tongue felt her loss as she yanked Badru’s jaw to hers. I buried my nose in her tresses, taking in every steadying and grounding note of spices, vanilla and herbs.

The herbal scent was new. I had smelled it on her before and mistook it as the oil given to her by my Delta, Elan, when all along, it was our pup.

My fingers inched under the large swath of fabric covering her torso, smoothing over her stomach where the tingles increased at a specific point, right where her womb was, where our baby was growing. My brother’s hand joined mine, his head resting on her shoulder and heaving for breath, as I was, spellbound in a bubble of the four of us reunited at long last.

‘Ours,’ Aasim was a purring mushy mess, his presence slipping away to connect with his missing piece, Evva.

It was a deep cough from behind our mate that popped our bubble, reminding us several other people were present. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Evgeniya

They were two sets of sapphires I had dreamt of for weeks, eyes that were so intense they were beyond real. Two sets of deep blue pools pulsated with every shade of midnight I remembered, more vibrant than ever. The edges of my vision sparkled and blurred, giving them the tint of the most beautiful mirage. They came for me, for us. My bond hadn’t tricked me, it hadn’t made me believe in a lie.

Their masculine exotic forest scent curled its way towards me, surrounding me and filling my lungs. Their touch was stronger than I ever remembered, heightened by either the time apart, my pregnancy or the sheer amount of hormones coursing through my blood. My entire skin erupted in tingling electrical currents, snaking in waves as their hands and lips reacquainted themselves with my body.

A deep throaty rasp pulled me from the fantasy I had slipped into. My head spun in its direction to my father, freely standing on his own with only his fingertips supporting him against the wall.

“When you took my daughter to mountains, I say you show respect,” his identical eyes to mine hardened, glinting a stormy grey. “And you left her pregnant.”

He pushed himself from the wall and I naturally shrunk back under his raw authority. My mates remained rooted to the spot, almost gulping under his stare.

‘He’s not going to hurt them… is he?’ My wolf was unsure in my mind, interrupting her link with the twins’ wolves.

“I waited two months to say this and you were not getting out of it… but, I am glad to see you both, volchata (little wolves).”

A worn-out smile tugged under his beard as he clapped them both on the shoulder, pulling them in for a tight hug. Diego had been shouldering my father, so where had he gone?

I heard a light sniffle behind me and when I looked, what I saw constricted my chest with its purity. Catalina, with her legs wrapped securely around Diego’s waist and her head tucked under his chin, buried into the bow of his neck. His cheek rested against her crown, his eyes closed in bliss and stroking the spine of her back, lightly squeezing her ass. His lips were a deep red and his hair was mussed up, so I knew I had missed the heavy makeout session they had shared. Every time I had heard Diego open his mouth with a cascade of fiery insults pouring out, the one thought that crossed my mind was that I wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest if someone like Catalina was his mate, and yet, I couldn’t believe it had come true.

“I should’ve known when you said ‘woman’ and ‘mouth full of fire’ that it would be her,” I chuckled, seeing she had wasted no time in claiming her mate, gift-wrapping him as it were in her scent.

“I’ll get to you in a minute, chica,” her face poked out from her mate’s neck. “How are you not more surprised by this? I found my mate here of all places.”

Her adoring gaze returned back to her mate, stroking the bearded rounds of his cheeks.

“Yes, the tattooed, smart-mouthed Spanish rogue is your mate. I’ll pick my jaw off of the ground later from shock.”

“It wasn’t that surprising, really,” Badru slipped his hand into mine, entwining our fingers together and brushing his thumb over the increasing pulse of my wrist. I had missed the heat of his palms against my skin.

‘Oh, I’ve missed my dumb nugget,’ Evva spun in a circle of little popping love hearts, her tail wafting in instant desire.

For the first time, Diego cut his attention away from Catalina as if only now noticing other people existed in the world.

“I don’t want to be rude,” he set Catalina down on her feet. “But is there really two of you or am I still concussed?”

“We’re twins,” Astennu exhaled a small chuckle, stroking the length of my hair, his fingers toying with the sensitive nape of my neck. “Hers.”

“Gracias diosa (thank goddess), I thought I had a problem.”

“While this is a very heartwarming reunion, might we revisit it when we’re free?” Bastiaan’s baritone voice drew all of our attention from the background.