Page 101 of Twinning and Sinning

Soren took no time to ask my name; he knew who I was. Many did; the sorry excuse of an Alpha in front of me didn't have the slightest idea; then again, he was an Alpha out of touch with other packs around the realm.

Soren's Wolf whined; I heard it in his chest. His Wolf wanted to touch me, and this little game of cat and mouse, this touching, not touching, was becoming too much even for my lady parts. My eyes flicked once to Soren's lips, and his assault rained down heavily on me.

"Thank you, gods," I whispered as his spicy tongue invaded my mouth. Whispers, yells, catcalls, you name it sounded off to their own sweet music as Soren pinned me to the ground. Maybe I had nothing to teach at all, the bond would show the way, and my body would be happy to give it.

Some girl screamed a high-pitched, whiny squeal that only made me giggle. The goddesses can play cruel tricks on those who do not deserve a mate at all. True, souls could have their agency and accept or deny a mate. The bitch screaming on the sidelines seems to have made that mistake as she shoots off her profanities. That bitch will now live life mateless since she gave up such a gift.

A shame.

For her.

If she interferes once, I'll be sure to have my new best friends in the underworld treat her with some well-deserving respect.

I giggled, feeling his pants fall halfway down Soren's ass. Sure, his ass was bare, and many warriors were watching but to be honest, having a bit of a show could be exciting.

"Alright now, time to get up." The party pooper of the group, Tua pulls me away from my mate by one of my hands, now dragging the ripped cloak through the mud. My hair is a mess; the recently purple high lights were now in my vision as I bit my lip, watching Soren's hungry gaze. His chin was pointed downward, a true Wolf ready to attack his prey.

"Let's get you two up to a room so we can spare everyone the free show," Tua giggled. Seraphina, the newest member of the royal family of the twins, helped her mates pull him towards the packhouse.

"Oi! We don't mind a free show!" Wolves had gathered around the fire; some had just sauntered up carrying werewine and cakes to watch. This show wouldn't be appropriate, especially for a marking, but I wouldn't mind one in the future if Soren would be into it.

I bit my lip harder, a piece of the cloak fell from my shoulder, showing off my tanned skin to the Wolves complaining about a show. Soren's head spun to the Wolves laughing, clinking their beers together until Soren became unhinged, punching, scratching every one of them.

Seraphina and her mates could pull Soren off without getting completely drenched in blood. Soren's eyes met me; I flattered him with the most seductive look I could throw at him. "So damn hot," I mouthed to him. His chest puffed out; his cock barely being contained in his pants.

"Come on now, Sorceress Cyrene. At least wait until we get you into a mating room." Tua laughed. I giggled while we were pulled away.

Too long since I had waited, and too much time had passed of my age of finding the one I would live forever with. Soren snarled as two Alphas and a Luna dragged him behind me. His fangs dropped, venom pooling at the bottom of his mouth. He was going to mark and change me all at the same time, and my body craved it.

"Alright, you two should be alright in here." Tua pushed open a single door; a large bed stood in the middle, a small fridge with snacks.

"We'll drop food off by the door; we won't come in." Tua chuckled as she nodded for Soren to be let go. Tua, the princes, and Luna scurried out of the room while we were locked in.

Soren didn't come forward at first; his body swayed foot to foot, his joggers torn from the calves down. Dirt riddled his body, eyes blackened with lust. One finger of mine pulled the cloak off, only showing my dirty black camisole and leather leggings. My boots had been torn off outside from the scuffle, so both our feet were bare.

"My mate," I purred, pushing my hair back behind my shoulder. "I've waited centuries for you." I walked on the balls of my feet, my fingers tickling his skin, circling my prey. He stood still, keeping his eyes on me, breathing laboriously. His head followed my every movement.

"I'm sorry if I am not good enough…I…" my finger immediately touched his pouty lips as my feet planted in front of him. I tisked.

"Enough, because you are enough. You are mine, and I am yours; nothing else to think about. Now…" I pushed Soren towards the bed, his knees buckled, his back falling to the soft comforter while his feet dangled near the floor.

Creeping upon his body, I pulled my camisole off me, revealing my ample breasts. His dick sprung to life under my core, and might I say that the wait for my mate was well worth it. I could ride his beast for days.

"What do you think?" I palmed them, pulling at my nipple and squeezing the other. He groaned, his hands making their way up my hips to the sides of my body. "Touch them, Soren."

Soren's eyes closed, groaning, licking his lips. "Do you want to taste them?" I whispered, pulling one nipple into my own mouth.

Soren couldn't speak; he nodded his head violently, trying to sit up. I pushed him back down to the mattress. "I need your words, Soren. Do you want to lick them?" I licked my nipple one more time before he shouted out a ‘yes.’ Giggling, he sat up slowly, waiting for me to push him down, but I had him move forward.

He latched to my breast; there was nothing pleasant about it. He sucked, bit, and tugged until I was a moaning mess. My fingers pulled his hair, his mouth went to the other, pushing his mouth into my chest. Soren's fingers dug into my back, pulling me impossibly close.

"Soren!" I moaned his name; using his legs, he flipped me over, and with two swipes, my leather pants were ripped to shreds. The only thing left between us was his joggers, or what was left of them.

"Lick my pussy," I commanded him. "I want you to taste me," growled.

Fire-like touches ran down my body, his fingers pushed my legs open for him, one lick had me undone in an instant. His tongue was rough, and my clit had been pounding since the first scent of him.

Soren growled while I pinched my nipple. His tongue was done tasting me; his cock was angry. "May I fuck you, my mistress."

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