Page 27 of Alpha's Twins
Callum’s pack is already forming groups, and I notice Jace organizing some of my younger wolves, his voice clear and loud above the din. I join him, and we begin directing the drills,the air buzzing with focus and energy—a welcome reprieve from thinking about everything else.
The sun climbs higher, and the beach becomes a blur of movement, the packs merging into a sea of young shifters pushing their limits. I throw myself into it, shouting commands, demonstrating moves, letting the raw physicality drown out everything else. The sand becomes hotter underfoot as the afternoon progresses, and I feel a fierce satisfaction as I see the younger wolves respond, their bodies quick and fluid, their wolves eager for the challenge.
Tristen leads a group through combat exercises, and I catch Callum’s eye as he sets up strategy games further down the beach. He nods at me, a silent understanding passing between us, and I feel the tension ease, just slightly. Working with my brothers like this for the first time in a while reminds me of how things were when we were younger. We always had each other’s backs when it came to Ralph, and it shouldn’t be any different now with Malik as our common enemy.
It seems strange to think of Ralph in the same sort of terms, but that’s just who he was. He could be an evil bastard at times.
It’s late afternoon when I find myself against Tristen in the sparring circle, the others forming a wide ring around us. His eyes are sharp with challenge, and I know he’s been waiting for this, waiting for me.
“Think you can handle me?” I ask, my voice low and taunting.
He grins, a flash of teeth. “Always could,” he replies, and the crowd around us cheers as we circle each other, the sand shifting beneath our feet.
“Let’s see,” I say, and I lunge, my body moving before the words are out.
He’s fast, but I’m faster, my wolf lending me speed as I come at him hard. I feel the force of his block up my arm, but I push through, using the momentum to spin and strike again. The crowd shouts, the noise blending with the rush of blood in my ears.
We grapple, our bodies twisting, and I let my frustration fuel me, give me a focus I’ve been lacking. I can see the effort in his eyes as he tries to match me, the surprise as I push him back, relentless, my wolf demanding the upper hand.
The beach is a cacophony of howls and cheers, but all I hear is the sound of our growls, the clash of our bodies, the primal intensity of two wolves fighting for dominance. My wolf is wild, relentless, the frustration of everything—Serena, Malik, my brothers—fueling every bite and lunge.
We’re evenly matched, a blur of fur and teeth, and I feel the edge of my anger begin to tip into something dangerous—my fire beginning to brim under the surface. But just as it feels like I’m about to snap, Tristen pulls back, breaking the momentum.
I pause, breathing hard, feeling the heat of the fight in my chest, and I know he’s right to stop. We shift back, the transition leaving us both panting, and I see the question in his eyes, the unspoken challenge. My wolf is still raging, but I force it down, the need to prove myself warring with the sharp sting of reality.
Tristen’s breathing is heavy, his body tense, but there’s a wary respect in his gaze. “You been holding out on me?” he says, his voice edged with surprise.
I shrug, trying to play it off, but I know he can see through me. “Maybe I wanted to see if you were up to it.”
He laughs, a short bark of sound. “Looks like someone’s got a lot of pent-up energy.”
Isn’t that the truth, I think. I reach out my hand and pull him up as the crowd cheers and moves on to the next fight. The energy in my muscles still thrums, but I force it down, knowing better than to take it out on the wrong person. My brothers may annoy me, but we’re family.
But he’s right, I do have a lot of pent-up energy, and there’s only one person my wolf is thinking about right now. Excusing myself, I say brief goodbyes and get a few knowing looks from my brothers and Jace as I leave them to the evening bonfire and head back to my truck. Driving back toward town, I feel some of the tension in my body ease as I hit the mountain roads.
The house is quiet when I walk in, and my footsteps echo in the stillness. I follow the soft sound of running water toward the kitchen, my pulse racing. Serena stands at the sink, her back to me, and I can’t stop myself. I walk up behind her, the need to have her overwhelming, and she turns just as my hands find her waist.
“You’re home,” she says, a statement rather than a question.
I don’t even reply, I just kiss her, hard and hungry. Her lips part, and she leans into me, her body soft and warm against mine. My wolf howls with satisfaction, and I feel the last of the day’s tension melt from my skin. She’s breathless when I finally pull back, her eyes wide and searching.
“What are you doing?” she whispers, and there’s a tremor in her voice that drives me wild.
I sink to my knees, pulling her skirt up around her full hips. “What I’ve wanted to do all fucking day.”
She gasps as I grip her thighs, pulling her closer. Her scent surrounds me, intoxicating, and I bury my face between her legs. She’s getting wetter by the second, and I groan as she moans and clutches the counter for balance.
Her hips buck as my tongue flicks against her, and I can feel the tremors in her legs as I continue to flick her sensitive clit, relentless and hungry. She tangles her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer, and I hear the breath hitch in her throat. The small, desperate noises she makes only drive me more insane. I feel her tense, her body tightening, and I move faster, feeling her pulse under my tongue as I slide one finger into her tight channel before adding another.
“Please,” she cries, and it’s a plea, a command, everything I want to hear. Her whole body shudders, and she screams, a raw, beautiful sound that echoes through the kitchen.
Her body goes limp, but I hold her through it, freeing my cock and standing in one fluid motion. I lift her onto the counter, her eyes wild and wanting as I slide into her, hard and fast. She gasps, her legs wrapping around me, pulling me deeper. The heat of her is overwhelming, and I thrust into her, my wolf howling with the raw, primal need to claim her, possess her.
“Fuck,” I groan, feeling her squeeze around me, hot and slick and perfect. She lifts her face, meeting my gaze, and I see the same wild need reflected back at me.
“Aiden,” she says, her voice breaking, and I know she’s going to come again. I can feel it, feel her body tightening around me, pulling me over the edge with her.
“Serena,” I growl, and I explode, my release crashing into hers, raw and consuming. My wolf howls, fierce and triumphant, and I bury my face in her neck, feeling every pulse and shudder of her body as we ride it out together.
