Dear Readers,
Due to being sick yesterday, a new chapter won't be posted today. However, this worked in our favor as Beta's Twin Mates will be on a short hiatus from February 1st to 14th. Pausing here, at least, doesn't leave you on a cliffhanger or in the middle of a steamy scene. Why the hiatus? I am going to be writing two Valentine's Day bonus stories. The first will be A Valentine's Wedding, a bonus story connected to Man's Best Wingman from my Ravenwood series. The second will be A Moonlight Valentine's, a bonus story connected to Cult of Love (that was included in The Genius Delta) that will be added to the Bloodmoon & Incubi Anthology. Both bonus stories will be uploaded on February 14th.
Thanks,
Bryant
I didn’t put up any resistance to Gunnar and Henrik leading me out of the Ironfur jail. Alpha Dorian had a solid plan. I’ll be happy if he follows through and sticks to it. If I find out he was bullshitting us and let it go unpunished when they returned home, I’ll be visiting and leaving behind a collection of ranked statues. I didn’t like it when people lied to me. I hoped for Alpha Dorian and his pack’s sake he would follow through. All thoughts about the situation in the jail faded away the further away we got. I am fully placing the blame on the heat. Holly was right about them touching me, making things worse. I thought I had it under control till Henrik, followed by Gunnar, slipped their arms around me. Their touch was electric before but controllable. Now? Now, even the innocent brush of Henrik’s hand on my shoulder was like setting a wildfire in my veins. We’d barely pulled away from the dock when the fire I’d tried to keep at bay won. I could already hear Darren’s lecture o
I know her heat is intense for Zoe. I can feel it through our bond. I can feel the fire of need burning inside her. It made her scent intense, and honestly, I don’t know how Henrik managed to stay focused enough to bring the boat to the dock and not try to join in. I’d say he had a stronger willpower than me, but I don’t buy it. If the roles had been reversed and it was his lap she climbed into, he’d be doing exactly what I am. I’m rather glad she chose to climb into my lap, not just because Henrik was steering, but last time the only time I got with her pussy was with my tongue. It’s my turn to get to fuck her. And fucking hell, even with a condom inside her, it is incredible. Then she did whatever the hell that was, and I went cross-eyed. That wasn’t an orgasm squeeze, she controlled that, and it was fucking hot. Like I nearly blew my load hot. I haven’t kept count, and I am not looking to brag, but I’ve fucked plenty of women. Never has one been able to squeeze my dick this tight,
I knew they were jokingly calling themselves my sex toys, but I have to admit I like that idea. Viatrix certainly liked it. The reality of what it means, sexually, to have two mates at our beck and call was not lost on her horny ass. I pretty much expected her to behave like the bitch in heat she is. Besides, it’s not like she was ever super into it when I had sex with guys before Gunnar and Henrik. So, I wasn’t opposed to her idea that we run in wolf form to the cottage. Let them have some fun. I wanted to see what their wolves liked, and this was the perfect opportunity. Though, unlike watching Gunnar and Henrik strip to shift, I didn’t get to stand around to watch them transform and get a good look at their wolves. Viatrix was feeling playful, and so were our mates. When they lunged for me, I let her take control and lead them on a chase across the island. Viatrix and I aren’t familiar with the island, but Gunnar said we were to stay in Pine Loft, and that sign we’d stopped at to
While I’ve never had a reason to come to this island or be unmated in these cottages, that doesn’t change the fact that I’ve been here. Not to have sex. Any time I’ve been on this island or in any of the cottages was when I was younger and assigned to cleaning duties as punishment for whatever Gunnar or I had done. Standard protocol was that if one had done something worthy of punishment, the other was punished. Something about us being peas in a pod, so it was likely the other helped but didn’t get caught. In rare cases, I could’ve argued that it wasn’t true. However, that was in rare cases. Generally speaking, the other wasn’t far behind if one did something. So, we never gripped about getting punished because the other got caught. So, given that I’ve had to clean these cottages, I knew why Cora chose Pine Loft to sequester the three of us. Beyond that, it was the furthest from the other two cottages, giving us plenty of space if anyone else needed the island; the bedroom was the l
Insatiable. It’s the only word to describe what being in heat feels like. I’ve always had a high sex drive, but this was unbelievable. I lost track of how many times we’ve fucked in the last six days we’ve been here. There wasn’t a surface in this cottage we hadn’t christened. I feel bad for who has to come in here and deep clean after we are done. We started in the hot tub on day one. That moved to sex on the sofa and one of the chairs in the living area. We decided to spare the other two when Gunnar and I broke that chair. I think after that, we had the first threesome in the cottage on the rug. At some point, I was carried upstairs to the bedroom. It was a lovely room, and Cora went above and beyond to ensure the space was ready for us. Thankfully, it was a big bed in the center of the open space room. When I say open, I mean a wall that acted as a headboard on one side and vanity space on the other, which was the only separation of the bedroom from the bathroom. Okay, so there w
It’s a good thing I’m a werewolf. I don’t think anyone who doesn’t have some supernatural regenerative ability could have kept up with a six-day fuckfest. A human male’s dick would be chaffed and probably would’ve needed little blue pills to keep it up for as many rounds as we went. I know during heat, it’s supposed to be a fuckfest. That doesn’t mean post heat our sex lives have to become boring. From what I know about Zoe, I can’t see our sex life taking too drastic of a dip post-heat. Sure, we’ll have responsibilities as Betas and pack stuff to do, but at the end of the day, she will climb into a bed with Henrik and me. So, I predict a healthy and sustained sex life for our future. Which was another thing. Sharing a bed. I haven’t shared a bed with Henrik since we got too big to share a crib. We’re twins and shared the womb, but we needed our own space. It took till we turned thirteen to convince our parents to give us separate bedrooms. And now? Now, we were going to have a lifet
Are you fucking kidding me?! I don’t know which is more insane. That Primo attacked me, that he attacked me because of his fucking Bisnonna, or that he’s not back in Madonie after the first incident. Did Katrina not let André know Primo needed to go home? Maybe Finn convinced my cousin to let him stay since he’s mated to a member of his extended family. Either way, this was bullshit. “What does that mean? Why would your Bisnonna be adamant about you coming after me? Are you saying you were sent here to kill me?” I asked. “Because if that’s the case, your Bisnonna sent you on a suicide mission.” I scoffed. “What’s a Bisnonna? And why would it want you dead? Why would anyone want you dead?” Gunnar asked. I sighed and looked at my mate. I can excuse him for not knowing that. Italian isn’t his native language. Plus, he’s adorable when he’s clueless. I patted his cheek gently. “Bisnonna is great-grandmother in Italian,” I explained. “I can’t think of any reason someone would want me de
It was one thing to be cool and happy for my cousins finding mates. It’s another when Ashley’s mate is a piece of trash that attacked my mate, and worse, he attacked her while on the mating island because Ashley was in heat. Like, what the fuck was wrong with that guy? What kind of control did his great-grandmother have to make him go after a female who was already marked while he had a mate in heat? It didn’t make any fucking sense to me. Zoe may have explained that his great-grandmother is a witch, but I don’t fucking care. Witchcraft be damned, you don’t go against the mate bond. I wanted to rip his head off then and there. I didn’t care that doing so would cause Ashley heartache. It’s better than a lifetime with a piece of trash like Primo. Yet, despite my misgivings about the scumbag, Ashley was in heat, and off they went with my mate’s approval. “For someone so badass and who can turn anything she looks at into stone, you’re very soft.” I sighed as we reached our cottage. “Per