Page 42 of Twinning and Sinning

"Oopsie," I covered my mouth.

"What do you call the other one?" To be fair, I had to embarrass them both, even though Dimitri was trying to cover my mouth. Instead, he tackled me to the ground tickling me. "Thumper!" I squealed until both my men picked me up and carried me into the packhouse. The stares were quickly dealt with when Dimitri growled at them to look away. My laughter echoed through the halls; the tight grip on my thighs and hair was a dirty turn-on. I liked the savage ways of these Werewolves. Treating me like I was their woman. It was primal and sexy.

Then I remembered dirt was in my hair; I still felt the stickiness on my belly from the pleasure train from earlier. All I could think about was a hot shower once they dumped me on the floor on a mound of furs. My babies both stood up, crossing their arms over their clean muscle shirts, and puffed their chests out. What did they think they had to prove to me? They will always be Bambi and Thumper.

"Do you feel better now? Showing all the other big bad wolves you can carry your mate off to our room?" I cooed, leaning back, pushing my breasts out for good measure. "My babies feel masculine now?" Dax muttered under his breath while grabbing clothes from my suitcase. "I'll go draw you a bath; everyone can smell our arousal all over you." I gasped.

"No, they cannot!" I defended.

"Oh yes, they can," Dimitri's hint of mischief gleamed in his eye while helping me off the floor. Both left the room, leaving me to my thoughts. Oh boy, I was in for it and yet not completely turned off by it. It seemed we would all fit really well together. We were like peas in a pod that had rising sexual tension. By the end of our stay here, I'm sure we will be a nice cup of pea soup of love.

Slumping my shoulders, I head to the large bay windows looking over the pack. It was the perfect view to visualize the tiny houses, cottages, cabins, and yurts scattered around. They kept a fire going all day, and the dirt paths were lined with gravel, just in case of a wet winter. Ireland was always wet when I visited, and the dripping snowflakes could make it miserable. Is that how the snow is here?

Gazing across the pack, I see Zoey on the porch with her cousin. They look the same age, same short blonde hair. Zoey is talking, waving her hands like they were on fire, and her cousin listens intently. Dragging myself from Zoey's view, I see Lonato not too far away. He was patiently watching her, predator to prey. He wanted her; I could see it in his eyes. Why does he not just go for it?

Did I screw it up? I pulled my bottom lip repeatedly and let it fling back into place. I pushed Trey to date her. She said she always liked Trey; Trey needed the pushing because he thought he wanted me.

'Thought he liked me.' The phrase ran in my head again. It didn't take much to push him to Zoey. The gears were turning again in my head. Trey had never shown any interest in me before that day I got my wolves, er mates. In fact, he had never really looked at me or given any particular attention or to Zoey either. I started to notice my ducks weren't lining up. Trey just showing up unannounced at my home was very unlike him, especially in a town where people have guns lying around their homes.

He also lied about getting my address from Zoey, then said he got it from the book store application roster on my boss’s desk. I felt a hint of a lie, but I wasn't sure.

Could this all be a farce? My gut tells me, yes, but I can't possibly jump to conclusions yet. All of these 'what ifs’ were just that. What ifs. The worst part of all of this is Zoey. Her eyes sparkled when he asked her out, but what if she knew Lonato was her mate? Would that change everything? Does she have any attraction to Lonato at all?

Why would Trey lie about all this?

Was there no secret love triangle at all? Frowning at the drama that would have been fun to watch, I realized I needed to get in the middle. Zoey was the closest girlfriend I ever had and was genuinely concerned about my well-being. Coming out here, waving a gun around Lonato's face, and shooting it off was just the icing on the cake. I giggled out loud while biting my thumbnail.

I just need a missing piece; I needed to know what was up with Trey. Balling my hand into a fist, tapping the window with the soft part of my hand, Trey stares up at the window. Hands in his pockets, he gave a friendly smile and waved before his Aunt led him into the house.

"I'm on to you," I whispered, squinting at the house. My pointer finger tapped it several times.

"How can you be on to us? You haven't even checked to see what we were doing?" Dax was standing in a tight black speedo; his junk was outlined entirely in the small silky fabric, all while holding champagne glasses. Dimitri rolled his eyes; he at least had some swimsuit with shorts.

"Hark the Harold Angels Sing," I choked.

Dax shrugged his shoulders and gave a devilish smile.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Dax

Itwasaperfectidea; I could almost pat myself on the back. I pulled out some clothes, both Seraphina's, mine, and Dimitri's, because hell, he was going to be there too. Dimitri followed, eyeing me suspiciously, and I shut the bathroom door behind him, leaving Seraphina looking out the window.

"What are you up to?" Dimitri eyed me curiously while I leaned over the tub. It was a jacuzzi tub; we had them back home but rarely used them. The hot springs near the castle were better, more natural, and close to nature. Our Wolves enjoyed that, but I couldn't bear the thought of some Wolf seeing her almost naked when it came to Seraphina. That didn't seem to bother me earlier, though.

"Drawing her a bath," playing the knobs, the hot water poured from the spout. The whole tub was one big electrical panel mess. Different buttons for massages, bubbles, bath oils, you name it, it had it. I smirked while I pressed one that leaked out the small number of bubbles. This would cover her body if she felt unsure about us all sitting together.

It was filling quickly; patting my hands, I went to the large floral arrangement that I asked one of the omegas to bring in. It had red roses, white carnations, and tons of greenery. The thing was huge; I'd have to thank whoever brought it in. Taking a few roses peeling off the petals, I spread them across the tub, the water swirled, and the red petals danced around.

"I thought we were going to go slow," Dimitri mused while he put on his black swim shorts. I snorted while throwing the last bit of rose oil.

"We are; we aren't touching her unless to clean her. This is all about making her feel beautiful and wanted. Dimitri nodded and smiled. "I like the way you are thinking, good job for once."

Dimitri grabbed candles that sat nearby in the corner and lit them, filling them around the massive tub. It was the first time I saw him genuinely smile in ages. Dimitri was a different breed than I was. I was headstrong like our father, a bit more brawn and reckless when fighting. Our parents never picked favorites, but you could tell who got along with which parent better. Dimitri was definitely a mama's boy and more in tune with feelings as much as he tried to hide it.

Many nights I would watch him while he stared out at the blue moon of the castle. His lips moved, talking to the goddess, begging for our mate to come. Our father was much older when he met our mom, and Dimitri feared that we would have to wait just as long.

Dimitri loved children, not that I did not care for them, but he had a special connection. The omegas that helped in the castle would bring their children. The omegas worked, and Dimitri would pretend to spar and play battles with them when the warriors were not using the facilities. He would be a better father than I would be; I didn't know how to be gentle to a child. I fear what he would think after sharing what Seraphina spoke of earlier.

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