Page 20 of My Pucking Mates
We pull up to an eye-catching and awkward style of home. The house itself looks like any other single-level family homewith striking wooden siding and yellow-painted accents. What makes it intriguingly different is the spiraling outdoor staircase to the right, leading up to a large circular deck built on top of the home.
Dolos notices my analytical and confused inspection, having never seen anything like this before. “It’s an observation deck, so you can look out over the property and the ocean,” he explains, and my jaw drops open because that’s amazing.
“I had no idea they built such things,” I whisper, still in awe that not only does it exist, but out of all the properties they could have chosen for us to stay at, they chose this one.
When the guys have finally set all the luggage inside—because I’m basically not allowed to do anything myself anymore—I’m bouncing on the balls of my feet to go outside to see what I can view from the deck.
“Let’s go then,” Eris laughs, noticing my eagerness, gesturing towards the door leading back outside.
It’s not that I don’t care about the inside; it looks gorgeous as well, but I have to see more of the view.
Nearly sprinting through the door and around the house, I waste no time climbing the spiral staircase leading to the platform over the house, with the men right on my heels. Coming to a crashing halt and gasping for the second time today, I take it all in, turning in a circle with my hand over my mouth and tears in my eyes.
The view of the ocean, with a few cliffs overlooking the water’s edge, spans almost half of the view from the observation deck. The water is calm today with little motion moving it, except for where it laps at the cliffs and beach.
This beach is also peculiar and not like most of the postcards and things you see or think of when imagining Hawaii. The beach is black.
“It’s from the volcanoes,” Eris explains shortly, seemingly reading my mind, as they continue to watch me absorbing it all.
When I’ve finally stopped turning, Dolos envelops me in his arms from where he now stands behind me. Not wanting to separate us in this moment, I reach for Eris’. He takes a step closer to us, letting me take his hand, while I continue to gawk at the beauty surrounding us.
The half of the view that is not the ocean and cliffs is lush and green, with palm trees sticking up all over, swaying in the warm breeze. There’s a court of some sort—pickleball or tennis from the looks of it—and a comfortable-looking hot tub with one of those outdoor shower spigots just beside it.
Closing my eyes and leaning further into Dolos, I breathe it all in. The salt clinging to the breeze from the ocean’s spray. The sweet smell of the vegetation native to the region. The scent of my mates mixed with it all, creating a physical memory I tuck into my heart to keep forever.
Releasing a heavy sigh of contentment, I open my eyes, still doing my best to devour every detail. That’s when I notice, even from all the way up here, on top of this house, on top of a hill…I can’t see any other houses.
The love and lust that had pressed down on me in the plane rages through my veins once more, and I decide I don’t want to calm it this time.
Pulling Eris into me, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him, pushing everything I’m feeling through the kiss and our incomplete bond. At the same time, I move my body into Dolos’ body behind me, hoping he feels everything too.
“Claim me,” I pant around Eris’ mouth, begging my mates to make me theirs, “Please.”
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Watching her take in everything around us warms my soul in a way I never knew I could feel. I’ve never had the opportunity to do something like this to make someone I cared about this happy.
When her lips crash into Eris’, I pull her into me by her hips, running my hands along her sides as they consume each other.
I’m doing my best not to grind against her, in case she’s not ready. When she pants, “Claim me,” into Eris’ mouth, all hell breaks loose in my bloodstream and through the bond with my twin. My blood is pounding in my ears, and my wolf is pacing a trail beneath my skin.
Mentally pulling myself back together, I check on my brother, hoping he’s finally over the reservations he was holding on to.Are you ready for this?
He surprises me when he answers,More than anything in my existence.
With him finally giving us the green light, I work my hands up her obnoxiously gorgeous body, just under the crochet material draped along her curves. Her breathing hitches when my fingers pull the strings of her bikini beneath the cover-up, letting the army green swim-fabric fall to the decking, and Eris lightly shoves them to the side with his foot.
Allowing my fingers to skim the skin of her torso before finally circling just around her nipple without making contact. She arches her breasts into my hands, begging me to touch her, whimpering into Eris’ mouth as they remain lost in each other for a moment they both need.
Finally allowing my hand to grasp her breast, her muscles give out, and she begins to sink into our hold. “One minute, Darling,” I rumble, handing her completely to Eris while I run back into the house to return with a large blanket and pillows. If we’re going to be claiming her up here, she still needs to be comfortable.
Fumbling to move quickly, I arrange them so that they’re covering the deck, and Eris brings her over to the softer space. Before they move to lay down, I hop up, sensually pulling her clothes from her body as my brother and I continue to kiss her bare skin, not leaving an inch unkissed. Still panting, she positions herself onto a pillow in the middle of the spread, waiting for us.
Her lust blown eyes are locked on us as we do her the favor of removing our clothes teasingly, because we know how much sheloves to watch. She’s practically drooling as we remove the last of our clothes in sync, our cocks bobbing free of their confines. Just the sight has her clenching her thighs together and her eyes nearly rolling back in her head.
Moving forward, I can’t wait another moment to taste her. I’m on my knees and between her legs, kissing and nipping at the smooth skin on the inside of her thighs. She spreads herself for me, and I growl at the sight and scent of her glistening and ready for us.
“Dolos,” she breathes.
