Page 14 of My Pucking Mates
“But—” I try to complain, but Dolos silences me with another kiss.
Consumed by their scents on either side of me, my wolf is preening. Bonfires and an autumn breeze on my right. Blooming trees and spring rain on the other. It doesn’t help that their scents have taken on the muskier additions of their arousal, making me crave them even more.
Dolos kisses me slowly, and he angles my head to allow Eris to kiss, nibble, and suck on my neck. When both of their hands finally touch my bare flesh, my back bows off the bed at the sensation of our mate bond calling out to us.
We’re a moaning, groaning, writhing mess as they kiss and tease me and pay special attention to my breasts.
Completely in sync, they rotate their positions. Eris taking over my lips while Dolos moves towards my neck; all the while, their hands continue to descend my body.
I’m not prepared for the impact of our bond when the skin of their hands makes contact with my most sensitive flesh. Callingout, Eris begins rubbing my clit while Dolos slides a finger into me. Their motions have the pleasure climbing higher and higher within me when suddenly, they stop.
“Wha—” I start.
“Shhh,” they interrupt.
Eris wastes no time licking two fingers and slowly sliding them inside me, curling them and massaging my inner walls when Dolos asks, “Has anyone ever had you here?” as he smears my wetness from his fingers to my rear hole.
I wriggle my body against them, overwhelmed by all the sensations. “Answer me, Darling,” Dolos demands.
“No,” I breathe.
“Yessss,” he hisses at my response, clearly happy that they’ll be the only ones to have that piece of me.
They continue to work my body while having another obvious conversation without me.
“Right,” Dolos suddenly leaps off the bed and makes his way towards his dresser. Returning a moment later, he explains, “We better start training you now, then,” he says matter-of-factly, like everything he says just makes sense.
“T-training me?” I ask as Eris removes his fingers from inside me, licking my slick from his fingers, a wicked grin spreading across his beautifully handsome face as he nods.
“For us to claim you properly, you must be knotted by both of us at the same time while we mark you, Precious,” he reminds me.
Holy shit.I had been so worked up over if they’d ever claim me that I hadn’t even thought about how that would work with two mates. “Will it hurt?”
“Of course not. We’d never hurt you. That’s why we have to train you. Stretching you a little more each time so that it’s only pleasurable,” Dolos tells me as he pumps a small drop of clear liquid on his finger. He brings his finger toward my body, generously applying the lubrication to the area before going back for another smaller pump and covering his index finger in it. “Okay, brother. Resume,” he tries to say seriously but breaks off in a chuckle.
Surprisingly, Eris does what his twin says without balking at being told what to do. He immediately resumes the glorious work on my body that has me panting immediateley.
As Dolos lies next to me, he pulls his foot towards his body, lifting his knee as he picks up my left leg and rests it on top of his thigh, opening me for him. His hand glides across my skin, and when he reaches my puckered hole, he isn’t met with resistance. Thanks to the lube, he gently inserts the tip of his finger, and I cry out, surprised at how much stronger it heightens the feel of the work Eris is doing to my clit.
“Oh, Goddess!” My body grinds against them, all of our bodies moving in tandem. My movements have driven Dolos’ finger further inside of my ass, and as he does, he continues to move, stretching me and firing off explosive shocks of pleasure straight to my clit that Eris has decided to massage with his talented tongue.
“More. Harder. Shit, I don’t know!” I pant, and my words become an incoherent mess of shouting as they continue to praise my body with their hands, tongues, and words. “I’m…Oh, fuck! Eris! Dolos!” I scream as my body implodes around them.
15
She’s so bloody perfect,I say to Eris when sleep immediately consumes Runa. Both of us having already grabbed a warm rag from our jack-and-jill bathroom to gently clean her up before tucking her into my bed. There’s no telling how long she’ll sleep with how stressed we’ve had her lately.
Who says bloody?Eris scoffs back.
Well, mostly the Brits, but sometimes I like to spice things up. Why haven’t you noticed this, big brother?I ask, offering him an obnoxious smile that he responds to by shoving me in the shoulder.
Be nice to me, or I’ll kick you out of my room,I threaten, sticking my tongue out at him.
We both return to our mate, settling in on each side of her perfect, still-naked body. Neither of us says a word out loud or through our link. Our eyes trace her face, memorizing every inch and committing it to memory.
The way she seems to be almost smiling in her sleep. The way she curls up on her side, bringing her knees up in front of her. The way her shallow breaths barely blow the hairs on my chest. The way I have never felt more content in all of my existence than I do right now, by her side.
After what could have been either fifteen minutes or two hours, I break the silence, “Well, now that our date idea got trashed so wonderfully, what should we do?”
