~Devonte~Dinner was pretty good, but enjoying it with my mate sitting across from me was hard. I kept noticing her every movement, how she chews, how her tongue grazes her lips. I wanted to be the fork she ate with, the cup she drank from. Hell, I wanted to be the food itself.I somehow managed to finish eating, and now we are sitting quietly with an after-dinner drink. “We should talk.” I look up at Lynn, her fingers caressing her glass. I clear my throat.“Yes, we should.” I take a deep breath, ready to get this over with, and try to salvage any relationship I may still have with Sonya.“Were you turned on when we were sparing?” Shit! This question again? She’s like a dog with a freaking bone. I would have thought she would have let that go by now.“I don’t really want to talk about that. We have more important things to discuss.” Lynn gets up and saunters out of the room. I turn to watch her but lose her once she gets past the doorway. I’m not sure if I should follow her or not. T
~Lynn~Well, shit! I don’t know anyone who could come without contact with their member. This has to be one of the hottest things I’ve ever been involved in or even seen. I’m so wet; it’s incredible. If this is a one-time thing, I want to make sure I savor every moment I have.I picked up the riding crop on a whim before I left Spencer’s. I figured it would be a good addition to my purchased kit, but I didn’t expect to use it initially. The idea hit me as we were finishing our meal, and I’m glad I went with it. It was just a guess that he would like to be spanked. I never thought that spanking alone would bring him to his knees.I watch his essence leak from him, and I’m overcome with urges. I drop to my knees and suck his tip into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around his head and suck it in, taking it as far back as I can. I expected his stuff to be bitter, maybe even chalky, but it tastes sweet. I move my head back and forth, making his length slide in and out of my mouth. I make sure
~Devonte~I inhale deeply, the light shining on my eyes. I move around slightly, taking note of the softness underneath me. I crack my eyes open and quickly shut them. The light is way too bright for me. Maybe I can get Sonya to……The memories of the night before come flooding back to me. I’m not sure when we made it to a bed, but we did at some point. The ‘we’ would be Lynn and me, not Sonya. I was with my mate, Lynn, last night. I experience a wide range of emotions, including arousal and shock. What did I do?You did what you were supposed to do.I…I marked her. What was I thinking?You were thinking about all the pleasure our mate brought you. You were thinking about what a life with happiness would be.No, I wasn’t thinking at all. I have Sonya at home. I was supposed to be ending things, not marking Lynn.Cut the shit! You and I both know that last night was the best night of our lives. You’ve never been so sexually satisfied in your entire life. You even came…..multiple times.
~Lynn~As badly as I wanted to spend the rest of the morning and afternoon…..hell, the night with Devonte, I knew we had to get back. We had a round in the bed and another in the shower before getting dressed and in the car. I drove us back to the packhouse, wishing that we weren’t walking into a potential mess.I come to a stop in front of the packhouse and turn the car off. I take a minute to take a deep breath and notice that Devonte isn’t hurrying out of the car either. I turn to look at him, and he’s looking out the window. I reach over and squeeze his hand. “Having regrets?” Devonte looks at me, and my breath catches, waiting for his answer.“No. Not regretting a thing... well, maybe regretting that I took so long to accept you.” I smile and lean over to kiss his cheek. I hop out of the car, and Devonte is out by the time I make it to his side. The door opens, and my other sexy mate comes out, his strides long.I barely move forward a few steps before he wraps me in his arms and
~Devonte~I may sound confident, but my fear and anxiety levels are pretty damn high. What she’s threatening actually shakes me to my core. This isn’t something that I want to get out. I know Lynn said there’s nothing wrong with my preference and that it doesn’t diminish who I am, but that’s hard to hold on to when you are always taught one thing growing up.The lesson for young boys is that you’re strong. You’re the strongest and have to protect everyone else, especially women. Some lessons tell us that crying makes us weak, and being vulnerable in any way has the same results. Take all of that and add the pressure of being a royal and of ranked blood. I’ve never felt comfortable with my sexual preferences because I’ve been taught that those don’t fit with what/who a man should be.I lost the made-up version of myself last night. I let go and was able to be the real me and…..I loved it. I loved giving in to the desires that I always kept hidden. It felt so freeing, and the idea that I
~Vonte~I make it to the room in record time, and I’m tempted to strip down to wait for my mate. Being without her for the night was torture, and I want nothing more than to reacquaint myself with her body. She said she needed to talk, though, so I guess I need to stay dressed for that. Last night, let me know that being apart from her is not an option for me.I sit on the bed in anticipation. It’s not that I think anything is wrong; I just wonder what she will say. I’m surprised that she was out all night with my brother, of all people. I figured it would be a quick dinner, and the dumbass would reject her. I mean, he’s practically rejected her already; he just hasn’t said the words to make it official. I was ready to comfort her for the night because that rejection would be worse than when he was in the hospital.As wonderful as it’s been to have her all to myself, I have to admit that it’s felt off. In my heart, something is missing; our bond is weak. I would never tell her that be
~Devonte~SHIT! I feel like I’m fumbling this entire conversation. I feel like I’m making this worse than it needs to be. I continue to pace, figuring out the right way to say what I’m trying to say. My brother and I are twins, and we share a mate. We have to figure out how to make this work, or things will be difficult. I want us to be close again….I’ve missed my brother.“ ‘Te…..” my brother growls. “There’s something you’re not telling me, and I want to know what it is.” I stop and throw my head back, shutting my eyes. I sigh loudly and open my eyes. I find the couch and plop on it, not looking at my brother.“I……” Vonte sits in a chair next to the couch. He leans forward, elbows on his knees. His eyes are burning a hole in me, and I’m starting to feel uncomfortable. I take a deep breath and slowly let it out. “Do you remember me switching schools?”“Of course I do. I never knew why it happened; Mom and Dad wouldn’t even tell me. That was the beginning of our separation if you ask
~Sonya~Once Devonte left me, my anger soared. Just who the fuck does he think he is? He knows I can destroy him, but he goes anyway?! I know it’s all because of that bitch, but it won’t last. I’m going to make sure an example is made out of her.I pulled my phone out and dialed the number I’d been saving for a while. It was a quick conversation, but all the necessary information was shared. I hung up, knowing things would go in my favor sooner than anyone thought.I decided to wait downstairs for that bitch. Although I have plans for everyone, she still needs to understand that I’m not one to fuck with. I’ve been training for years and know she’s no match for me.I scent her coming down the stairs and see she’s alone. I push her into the wall the minute she steps off the bottom steps. Her body connects heavily, and her head knocks against the wall. It wasn’t hard enough to knock her out, but I know it made a mark.I take advantage and start to punch her in the side and back. “Just th