Page 23 of My Pucking Mates
Finally opening my eyes, the air is knocked from my lungs at the view of my slumbering mate lying on her back between us, illuminated only by the bright light of the moon. Both of her shoulders are adorned with nearly matching mate marks. My chest constricts at the sight before me.
The patterns shockingly resemble waves of the ocean and are practically identical, but if you look close enough, you can easily tell them apart. The pale, almost-white lines look like long-healed scars against her golden skin. Eris’ mark is made of jagged and barbed lines, making the waves look angry, as though you’re encountering a storm at sea, while the lines of my mark are smooth, like a calm day at the beach with soft, rolling waves.
My fingers itch to trace the lines across her skin, and to see the marks that my brother and I have, but I still, trying not to move. I’m surprised my reaction to the marks hasn’t already woken them, but I can’t contain the way my heart soars at the sight of everything before me.
My thoughts are suddenly drawn to a tickling feeling on my leg. My eyes instinctually slide to my mate and twin, but they are both still very much asleep. Cautiously turning my head, I’m unable to contain myself when I yelp and jump from where I was lying because there is a freaking gecko crawling up my leg.
Runa startles awake like the cute, main character in a movie, while Eris springs into action, taking his battle stance with fists raised, ready to take on a monster—still completely naked, mind you.
“Uh…sorry,” I chuckle, “gecko.” I finish, shrugging my shoulder in embarrassment.
As Runa’s eyes focus, I can physically see her processing my words before she bursts into laughter. She doesn’t just laugh. She laughs so hard she’s clutching her middle, doubling over, and wheezing with tears escaping her eyes.
“Yes, yes, hilarious,” I mock-scold with a smile while she tries to get herself together, earning me a pillow thrown at my head from Eris, who has calmed and now sits next to Runa.
When she can finally breathe and wipes the last of her happy tears from her face, she looks to me and is about to say something when she stills, mouth hanging open on the words she was about to say. Her eyes fill with new tears, but they’re not humorous or sad; I can feel the love rushing through our bond like a raging river.
Our marks,I think to myself just as she reaches out to touch mine. The action bringing my cock to attention, a shiver rolling through my limbs.
Ignoring the desire trying to take over this moment, I’m finally able to see Eris’ marks and part of mine. From what I can see, they are identical. Two sets of waves. The ones on each side of Runa’s neck. We each have our own set of waves on ourshoulder where she marked us. Her head moves back and forth, looking between our marks before noticing her own on either side of her neck.
“They’re perfect,” she squeaks, reaching for us.
We simultaneously lean into her, our foreheads resting on either side of her face; all of our eyes close as we are consumed by the moment.You’re perfect,Eris promises through our bond, I allow my eyes to open, finding her face lit up with his words and being able to communicate through our bond.
Leaning forward, I pepper kisses along her collarbone, teasing the skin close to her new mark.How are you feeling?I ask before I get her all wound up. It’s the first time she’s taken two men at once—before you consider our knots. I don’t want to take her again if she’s still sore.
She wriggles where she sits, checking herself.I’m perfect,she answers cheekily.Must have healed all up while we slept; I expected to at least be a little sore…Her face stills in realization. “We slept all day?” she says in a way that makes it sound more like a question, but I think she meant it as a statement.
Nodding, I answer cautiously, hoping again that she’s not upset to have missed her first day of vacation. “It would appear so. That may be why you’re feeling okay.”
Springing from where she was settled between us, she stands over us and starts gathering clothes. She collects mine first, throws them at me, and repeats the process with Eris’ clothes before she begins pulling her own over her body I was hoping to taste more of.
“Get dressed, boys; you’re taking me to the beach,” she beams, and there’s no way either of us could say no if we had wanted to.
25
Runa’s excitement is a living, bubbling thing cascading through our bond, mixing with the love and wonder my brother has, feeling how happy she is to see the ocean. She didn’t want to drive the short distance to the private beach that’s part of the property we’ve rented, so the three of us are walking hand-in-hand along the lush, green pathway. Runa walks between us, holding each of our hands, swinging them back and forth with the steps she takes, carrying us closer and closer to making her dream come true.
The smell and taste of salt, of the ocean, grows heavier with every step we take; the moonlight glowing around us in the crisp night air as the sound of the water lapping at the shore reaches us. At the sound, Runa perks up even further, glancing at each of us before she takes off, sprinting the final distance of the path.
Breaking through the green curtain of palm and monstera leaves that open to the private cove, Runa’s breath catches. The cove is even more magnificent than the pictures Dolos and I had seen. It was one of the main reasons we picked this house, though I’m pleased with how enamored our mate was with the observation deck.
The beach is made up of black sand from the volcanic activity on the islands. The Goddess must have known we’d be here because the moon currently sets in the sky perfectly centered by the cliffs surrounding us. The water steadily rolls against the shore, creating the whispering sounds humans pay to listen to while they sleep.
I’m watching Runa take in the scene before us, and Dolos, who is also watching her. Her forehead creases and her eyebrows scrunch in concentration before she suddenly slams her hands over her mouth, staring at us with wide, glossy eyes.Do you see that?! she whisper-squeals through our bond, causing me to chuckle because we’re the only two that can hear her.
Yes, Precious, the cove is beautiful, but it has nothing on you,I purr, earning a snort from Dolos.Why are you whisper-shouting at us?
Her hands fall from her face, her jaw dropping.How have you not noticed them? she asks in the same aggravated undertone, gesturing towards the beach in front of us.
Dolos and I obediently redirect our attention to the beach, and at first, I don’t know what she’s on about. As I stare at the black sand beach, looking for what she’s talking about, I notice…well that doesn’t make sense. The sand looks like it’s moving. Returning our attention to our mate, Dolos blurts out loud, “Why is the sand moving?”
Runa obnoxiously shushes him, being much louder than he was in her attempt to keep him quiet before elaborating,The sand isn’t moving! Look closer. Focus on one spot of movement near you,she instructs us, her voice full of awe.
Concentrating on one of the moving areas only a couple of feet from where we stand, I see what has her body thrumming in a mixture of protectiveness, happiness, and love.
Crawling out of and across most of the sand covering the beach are baby sea turtles crawling for the ocean.
