Chapter 6
Theia
My palms hit the wall, and I use it to steady myself. My spine feels like it’s Jello, and my knees are wobbling. Lust fills every single atom of my body, burning me alive as I watch my mates.
Enzo’s eyes are glowing amber while Dario’s are glazed over, and I instantly know he’s mindlinking one of his brothers. I’m proven correct a few seconds later when a black mist forms and a small popping sound announces Nico and Abbie’s return home.
“You cleaned up?” Abbie sounds surprised to find her home repaired.
“Yes, it’s the least I can do for your hospitality.” I smile at her and drop my eyes to the hand resting on her rounded belly.
“Congratulations. A boy is a great blessing.” I push through the guys who both hiss when my arms brush theirs, but they allow me to pass reluctantly.
Abbie smiles up at Nico as I approach.
“May I?” I ask, and Abbie nods, allowing me to lay my hands on her stomach.
My gift lights up her body, and Nico panics. I turn my glowing eyes at him and let my power seep through my words.
“Fear not. Your mate is safe in my hands. The pup is strong. An alpha.” I drop my hands and take a step back as Nico cups Abbie’s cheeks, checking she’s alright.
“His birth will be difficult. Alphas don’t do anything easily.” Abbie snorts and looks at Nico.
“Tell me about it.” The room dissolves into chuckles as the sound of tiny feet running down the hall announces the twins.
“Guest house.” Dario’s voice sounds raw and sparks a fire in my core that makes my knees buckle.
He catches me before I fall to the floor and Trixie gasps.
“Zio! Ms. Theia is sick; you’ve got to save her with your magic wand!” She twirls the one she holds at us, and Nico chokes with laughter.
“Oh, don’t worry, he will.” Enzo’s voice is dark, serious, and devoid of any humor as he opens the back door.
Nico tosses a set of keys at us, which Enzo catches as Dario maneuvers us out the open door.
The air outside is humid and warm, and it makes a light sheen of sweat cover my skin.
The smell of the olives and grapes floats on the light breeze as the Tuscan sunset slowly disappears behind the hills of the groves.
“Full moon.” Dario’s words make me gasp as I feel them on the bare skin of my neck, making my body lean into the contact, seeking more.
“You smell delicious, little mate. Ripe for the picking, and we are going to devour you whole.” I moan at Enzo’s words as Dario’s teeth, which must have lengthened in preparation for the cloying, graze my neck seductively.
“Hurry, please.” I’m on the verge of losing my fucking mind.
My blood is boiling, and I need them to cool me down. The walk to the guest house probably only took minutes but feels like centuries as we finally enter the small cottage. Dario takes me right into the bedroom and lays me in the middle of the bed before backing away with immense difficulty.
I watch him struggle with himself, not wanting to break contact with my body. They both seem to be vibrating slightly, and I realize they’re fighting their beasts.
“What do they need?” I ask as I lift myself up on my knees and reach for them both.
“MATE.”
The roar comes from deep inside both of them, and I know I’m talking to the beast, not the men.
So I reach around my back and unzip the skirt I’m wearing, letting it slide off my hips to pool around my knees.
Both their eyes fall to the tiny pair of panties I’m wearing as I pull my cardigan and shirt off, leaving me just in my underwear.
I reach for the bra clasp, but Dario surges forward, grasping my wrist.
“STOP!” he growls as he pushes me back down on the mattress.
“You want to do it?” The words stutter out as I feel the bed dip when Enzo climbs on it.
“Not want, must,” Enzo says, ripping the skirt down my legs and lowering his head to my center.
“With our teeth.”
I watch with my mouth open in a gasp as his teeth lengthen and sink on the lace covering my core.
He twists his head violently, and the scrap of material tears into tiny little pieces before he lets out a growl of satisfaction.
His nose drops and he inhales my scent deeply before licking his lips and grabbing my thighs to make room for his broad shoulders.
“FUCK,” Dario groans as he follows his brother’s lead, repeating the process with my bra, but unlike Enzo, who seems to be savoring the moment, Dario greedily sucks a nipple into his hot mouth without preamble.
My back arches off the bed and Enzo finally takes action, licking my clit before sinking his teeth into my inner thigh.
My body jerks as an orgasm rips through my soul.
Dario’s rips through the flesh of my breast adds and magnifies the pleasure to a sharp point that is almost painful.
I hear a sound as my eyes close and supernovas explode behind my eyelids.
That’s right, little mate. Scream your pleasure into the world. Let everything in existence know who you belong to.
Enzo’s smug tone in the mindlink is well earned as Dario floods my mind with images I’m incapable of seeing myself. One of them stripping off their clothes and swapping places.
Dario grabs my ankles and lifts them to his lips. He kisses one, then the other, before placing them over his shoulders as he sinks inside me.
Ours, forever.