Page 102 of Twinning and Sinning

Holy. Aphrodite.

I have been blessed by the gods.

"Fuck me hard, mate." Soren's cock touched my cavern, sliding it in with a mighty roar. His hips thrust forward, hitting my cervix. He was long and wide in girth, filling every bit of my wet hole. Soren's fangs grew, his brows in an evil arch, the pebbles of sweat began to fall on my breasts. His muscular back moved in rhythm with my ankles locked together around his back. Moving my hips upwards, I met him thrust for thrust, slap for slap. His balls were hitting my ass, turning me on all the more.

"Fuck me harder!" I demanded. "Please me!" Soren's chest muscles tightened, my body ramming right back into him. His Wolf surfaced, all his teeth on display. "Damn, bite me hard. I like it hard," I growled at his Wolf; the eyes flickered from black to gold. Chasing my own orgasm, my silent scream cued his Wolf to bite into my shoulder, so deep I swear I thought he took a chunk of meat from my body. The orgasm rippled over and over as it came, his thrusts became wilder, he continued to come like a damn ice cream machine.

His fangs lifted, blood on his lips, he went to the other shoulder, bites me again, just as hard, my pussy clenches around his cock, milking him of all his seed I could handle. His breath was shattered; he didn't have a pattern; he was everywhere but here at the same time.

"My mate," I purred, feeling the bits of blood dripping into the sheets. I rubbed circles around his lower back, his lower back curled at the sensation.

His licks were slow, sensuous as he licked every part of me clean. Tiny pricks of electricity extended from my fingers, tickling his skin while his face covered every aspect of my body. Either side of my neck, in between my thighs, his tongue explored me as I felt the magic finally wielded to the palm of my hand. My mate marked me twice, but I would only mark my mate once. My hand touched his heart, his eyes flicked to me, feeling the euphoric sensation as my mark bore into his heart and soul. Black intricate designs wove from his heart to his back, my coven's mark embedded in his skin along with my signature. Gentle purrs left his chest until he laid on my chest. My arms wrapped around him, petting his hair, soothing him.

"My mate," he sniffed my hair. "I'm so happy to have you."

"And I you," I whispered.

Chapter Fifty-Five

Seraphina

"Huh,soit'slikethat?" I tilted my head to the door, hearing growls and squeals on the other side. I bit my cheek, feeling a bit disappointed that I didn't give my mates that satisfaction first finding their mate. If I had known and grown up in the culture that this is what mates do, I wouldn't have hesitated.

Did I deny them that pleasure? To ravage me the first time they saw me? Everything they had done had been for my benefit, to make sure I was comfortable because I was human, er supposed human. However, you wanted to look at it.

"Babe," Dimitri snuck his arms around my waist, his head resting on my right shoulder. "You are a loud thinker."

"Am I? Then what do you think? How do you feel?" Dimitri turned me around, Dax staring down intently in the same way. Both of their thumbs matched each other as they massaged my bottom lip.

"Not this again," Dax rolled his eyes, wiping his forehead. My head whipped around, glaring at him. My angry kitten eyes had him begging for mercy.

"No, no, no, please forgive me. It's just that we love you, and you keep doubting what we say. Why do you doubt our love and nothing but the truth for you?" My eyes softened; I didn't think of it that way.

"We wouldn't have our meeting any different. It is special and unique; our own parents didn't have the most traditional meeting. Not every mated couple act like… like that." Dimitri's head nodded to the door hearing a few curse words, and then Cyrene commanded him to lick her lady parts. Poor Soren.

"And I can't wait," Dax pulled me into his arms, kissing my forehead. "To tell our entire pack how we met if you. Could you leave out the pet names, though? That would be great," he chuckled.

"Are you sure?" I mocked.

"They will see us less-god-like if they know of our names; I think it will be good for the pack to see us as one of them." Dimitri puffed his chest, pretending to look down at commoners. Dax laughed, pushing Dimitri away in mock play until a young girl came by with an elaborate basket filled with food. Not just food but drinks, chocolates, whipped cream, and even some clothing.

"What's that?" I asked no one in particular. Tua giggled, pointing to my mates and walking away at me.

"It's their mating basket. Each pack does something traditional for their pack members when they find their mates. Red Wolves gets a basket, and as for you, you will see what you get when we head back to Bergarian." Dimitri's eyebrows wiggled, leading me away from the door. My fingers interlaced with the both of them, heading to the cafeteria where all the food was prepared in the bunker now laid in the dining hall.

Walking by a door, a loud thud and scratches ran down the door on the other side. I went to turn to open the door, fearing someone was stuck inside when my mates shook their heads and led me away. I didn't question it, I just sat down with Alpha Big Claw, Tua, and the dark figures that had followed Cyrene into the territory.

"We were waiting until the King and Queen arrived, but they seem to be held up. I'm Matthew, and this is my brother Ajax. We are Cyrene's traveling bodyguards that she never needs." He chuckled. Both Matthew and Ajax were tall, sporting the same dark hair color, but completely different styles. Matthew was cut short; a few scars were seen through the buzz cut he wore. It was a bit of a longer buzz cut, but that didn't take away from his bad-boy vibe. Ajax's hair was down to his chest, silky smooth, any hair shampoo model would be jealous of. His eyebrow ring was thin while the gages in his ears were wide.

Ajax bowed his head, and they both took a seat in front of us. Proper introductions must have been made with Alpha Big Claw earlier. Suddenly, the door swung open, the same door where I heard pounding, scratches, and perhaps moaning. Alpha Kane's slicked-back hair was tousled until he ran his hand through it; he straightened his shirt and zipped his pants up when he thought everyone was done looking. Obviously, this was a regular occurrence because no one batted an eye. I, on the other hand, watched mystified as my mates' tiny mother walked out with a furious blush on her face. Hickies were around her neck like a chocker, but her appearance was that what she was, a queen.

Clara's dress she wore was still prim and proper, not a wrinkle on it and her hair meticulously flowed down her back in a slight curl. How the hell did she do that? Kane bent down for a quick peck on her lips before he offered his arm and brought her to the table, setting her right on his lap.

"Ajax," Kane pointed to the long-haired warlock, then again at Matthew. "Matthew," Kane said quickly and nodded his head. "That's all I need to know. Can you put a ward on the territory until further plans are made?"

The two seemingly scary bodyguards were now shaking their heads nervously, ready to cower back into the hoods of their cloaks.

"Seraphina," Clara grabbed my hand from across the table. "Your mother is doing much better; she should be in a regular room tonight. I hope you don't mind, but I think she and your father have some catching up to do," she winked. "They will complete their bond, that way, he will always have a pull where she is, and her body will become stronger." Smiling back at her, I whispered, "thank you."

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