Not the way Henrik would've liked to break the bed with Zoe. Poor guy has no luck tonight.
Henrik may move silently, but it’s anything but when he falls. Maybe it’s the mate bond, or it’s been exactly ten months since I last got laid. Yes, I started to abstain from sex a month before we started this trip, but having Henrik’s weight on me felt so damn good. Sure, I was on a call with Kat, but I wanted to hang up and see if Henrik would be willing to stay right where he is. Well, not exactly where he was. I’d suggest a change in position to line up better and maybe lose the clothes. ‘Now you’re talking. And tell Gunnar to join.’ Viatrix was on board with my dirty thoughts. The dirty thoughts all went out the window when Gunnar leaned on the footboard, and the bed collapsed, and that very pretty water painting of the lake at sunset across four seasons crashed down. I was pretty sure there was glass in my hair, but I wasn’t worried about myself. That painting fell on Henrik’s back. So, if anyone would’ve gotten hurt by the glass, it was him. Despite all that. Although he was
For being twins, Henrik did not get the agile genes like me. There’s no way I would’ve tripped over her shoes unless I did it on purpose. However, it wouldn’t have been a bad idea if Henrik had done that on purpose beyond the breaking of Char’s painting and the bed. It got him on top of her. I certainly wouldn’t have minded being on top of her. Peeved he was, yet not enough to grab him by the scruff as if it was that little shithead from earlier. There was no point in arguing with Zoe when she started giving orders. Zoe wasn’t the first female to order me around. It was just the first time I’d been willing to obey. That makes sense because she’s my mate, while taking orders from Mom or my sisters is just a pin in my ass. Even though I felt comfortable-ish with the situation of seeing Henrik on top of her like that, I felt off when I left them alone in the bedroom. It wasn’t a new feeling, just a new one for this situation. It was that feeling of being left out. As one of eight kids,
We had vastly different reactions when Gunnar ‘caught’ Henrik and me. Poor Henrik was behaving like he was caught doing something wrong. There was nothing wrong with that kiss. We’re mates. He’s supposed to kiss me. We’re supposed to be attracted to each other. So, I didn’t act like anything was wrong with what Gunnar walked in on. And now that he was here, I could fill that hole I felt while kissing Henrik. I didn’t have a plan when I moved off Henrik’s lap. I just felt the pull to Gunnar. I had felt he was missing, and now he was here. I wanted to touch and kiss him just like I did with Henrik. So, I couldn’t help myself. Maybe I was seducing him to circumvent any potential jealousy he felt about seeing me kissing Henrik. I don’t know. I just knew I needed to touch him. I’ve never shied from comparing men’s performances. How else would I decide who was worth a second ride? So, of course, I was comparing Henrik and Gunnar’s kissing styles. Maybe it wasn’t right or fair of me. They a
I couldn’t think of a time in my thirty years on this planet I’ve wanted to punch Gunnar with all my might. I couldn’t imagine there being a reason to want to hit him. He’s my twin and best friend. Nothing could make me angry enough at him to throw a real punch. Nothing till now. After Zoe slammed the door and locked it in our faces, I rounded on my twin and clocked him. “What the hell?” Gunnar blinked as he held his jaw. “What’d you do that for?” “You had to open your damn mouth. You didn’t need to bring up the moving thing. Certainly not like that. I told you before we came here Zoe has not just a say, but the most important say.” I growled, fists still clenched, ready to throw another punch. “She brought it up first.” Gunnar tried to defend himself. “No. Zoe didn’t bring it up.” I shook my head. “She asked if anyone would be mad about Char’s painting. You then word vomited about Mom favoring our sisters and Lorna, and it snowballed into you talking about Zoe moving here.” I rem
It took every ounce of self-control not to give Viatrix control when Séréna offered a threesome with MY mates. I may be pissed about their backward and sexist mentality that I should give up my title to move here. That doesn’t mean I rejected them. I knew if either of them showed her a glimmer of hope that they’d sleep with her, rejection would be the least painful thing they’d experience. I would turn all offending parties into stone and throw them out a window. I’d rather turn one or both of my mates into literal Humpty Dumpties than ever feel the pain of them cheating on me, least of all with someone like her. I wouldn’t care that doing so might, in the worst case, cause a war with Ironfur and whatever pack that bitch is from. Kat and Tie would understand why I did it and have my back. Thank the Goddess, it didn’t come to that. Henrik put that bitch in her place. He was already in the lead if there was a competition between the brothers for me. Henrik may have agreed with Gunnar a
Damon’s words last night didn’t immediately sink in, but they did. He had a point. I never wanted to fight with Zoe. Fighting with my mate was never on my agenda, nor was it how I thought finding her would go. Fighting for her, sure. I’d fight for her. I’d fight at her side, too, but not against her. My wolf sure didn’t like that Zoe was mad at us, or more so, mad at me. He’d been ignoring me since she shut us out. He didn’t speak to me even when he took control to applaud Pollux for shutting that she-wolf I threw in the lake. He just pushed past to show his approval of his twin’s actions. I was on board with what Pollux did, too. That bitch needed to be told off. I fucked her once. Okay, if you want to be literal, it was three times, but in succession, so I count it as once. Either way, she was only in my bed once and would never be back, even if I hadn’t met Zoe. I slept around, I’ll admit, but I didn’t generally do repeats. Repeats gave the wrong impression that it was more than s
Damn, this mate bond. It makes even being annoyed with Gunnar and Henrik difficult. ‘Difficult or hard? You know, like their cocks were getting.’ Viatrix said, licking her chops and replaying the memory of seeing my mates naked. ‘Knock it off!’ I demanded and shook away the memory. The last thing I needed to think about while in the shower was Gunnar and Henrik’s big dicks. I knew that doing so would only lead to me getting hot and bothered and masturbating in the shower or showing up at breakfast as a horny mess. ‘I beg to differ. I think that’s exactly what you should do. Either fantasize about Gunnar and Henrik and get yourself off or get yourself worked up, and when we get over to their place, have them for breakfast.’ Viatrix suggested with a snicker. ‘You were never this dirty-minded before.’ I grumbled. ‘That’s because I didn’t give a flying fuck about the men you slept with before. They weren’t my mates, so why get hot and bothered? I reserve my desires for the ones I was
Why can’t things go the way I want? I rushed through my cold shower, so I’d have plenty of time to make something for breakfast and figure out how we would get her a coffee she’d like. This is the Adirondack Mountains. We don’t have fancy coffee. We have Folgers or Maxwell House. We have varied roasts, but not like espresso or something fancy. Lorna had snickered when she saw Gunnar and me in the kitchen making a mess. Such a loving and helpful sister-in-law she is. Neither of us knew what Zoe would want to eat, so we were making what we knew. Between us, we split up the duties of making pancakes, bacon, eggs, and biscuits with sausage gravy. I had been checking all the cabinets for something that might appease her for coffee when that nosey bitch Pollux shut up last night and came in with a note telling us Zoe needed us. While I didn’t trust that bitch as far as my nephew could throw her, something felt wrong. We aren’t fully mated, so it’s not like I could truly sense her being in