Chapter Thirteen
“She feels more comfortable around us, now.”
“Yes, but it’s not enough. We need to make her accept us before the full moon, or our wolves will go berserk.”
“If that’s the case, I’d much rather be at Uncle’s dungeon than around her. I won’t risk our future together because the mutts couldn’t control themselves.”
“They’d be in control around her.”
“No, they wouldn’t. Not until she bears our mark. And that’s going to be more difficult than anything else.”
They were twins. It was not unheard of for identical twins to share the same mate. But for the mating process to be complete, they had to bite her at the same time. Both of them, while sharing her body.
A nearly impossible task, at the moment, but their wolves couldn’t care less. They were animals. To have their mate so near and not showing the world she was already taken...
A sound made them pause. Like one, they jumped out of bed, their ears attuned to the small sobs from the room in front of theirs.
They’d heard Freya lock the door when she entered, but she didn’t know they had the master key.
They left their room silently, only to stop immediately.
Even through the closed door, they could smell the fear, the despair, emanating from the sleeping body through every pore.
Unlocking the door, they entered the room as swiftly and silently as shadows.
Beneath a pile of blankets lay a sleeping figure.
She tossed and turned constantly, opening and closing her fists as if testing her strength, jerking violently in her sleep, as if keeping an intruder away with the force of her kicks.
She was moaning softly, despair and fear that etched its way into their skin and carved its way to their soul.
With the force of her kicks, she pushed the bedclothes away, her skin glistening with sweat but her eyes tightly closed, still trapped in the nightmare.
Moving in unison, they flanked the bed, and Ciaran stopped abruptly, his eyes fixed on her back. Freya was sleeping in her shirt and shorts, and with her erratic movements it had risen, revealing the scars that cut across the white skin of her back.
“He carved her!” he yelled through the mind link.
He already knew she’d been tortured, but seeing it for the first time...
“Oh, baby girl ... so much pain...” Declan’s whispered voice seemed to calm her.
She stopped fidgeting, the wrinkle between her eyebrows disappeared, and she seemed to drift into a deep sleep.
Slowly, so as not to wake her up, they both lay down beside her, murmuring words of comfort.
The mate bond was already working through her.
Despite being human, she could feel it, but her brutal past was in the way.
“I can’t keep my distance anymore. And I won’t. I want my mate, our mate, with us.”
“She needs time.”
“The full moon is upon us. Next week we’ll be in chains like animals so that we don’t scare her, or worse, hurt her.”
“And we will gladly do so, for the opportunity to woo her and mate her. I want forever, Ciaran. Not just now!”
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Nestled between the two brothers, oblivious to their inner turmoil, Freya slept peacefully. And she dreamed of what a normal life would be like.
She had just arrived home, placing a bag on the bed. She couldn't remember what was inside, but she knew she would blush when she used it...
An arm wrapped around her, and as she turned her head, she was already half-closing her eyes and stretching her lips for the kiss she knew awaited her.
The kiss was hot, awakening an unknown hunger within her.
A noise made her half-open her eyes and seeing Ciaran return her gaze, his clear eyes spilling light that enveloped her, excited her hunger.
“Look, my fairy ... what you do to us...”
Us? Looking down, she saw Declan on his knees, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses through her belly, going down to her still covered pussy.
She trembled when she felt his fingers pushing her panties aside.
They knew how to play her, Declan already caressing her petals with his fingers, and Ciaran sliding his fingers inside her shirt, leaving a trail of fire until he reached her nipples, twisting and playing until she was reduced to an incoherent, feverish pulp.
She was being attacked by both fronts, and it felt ... nice. It seemed ... like home...
“Come for us, my little fairy.”
They increased the speed at which they aroused her, their fingers working in unison to bring her to orgasm. Four hands, two men, and the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced coursed through her from head to toe.
Freya woke up with a startle, her body still humming from the orgasm whose aftershocks still reeled through her. Her heart was beating wildly, and her panties were ... damp?
Hesitantly, she touched herself. She was soaking wet. She had never felt anything like that ... had it truly been a dream?
She’d been a virgin before her abduction, and after that ... well, discovering her sexual appetite was not a priority. Clearly. But now? With the twins? Not one, but both of them? Working in tandem to pleasure her? How could she face them in the morning?
“Oh, my God...” she whispered, her face in flames. “Oh, my God, oh my God, oh my God.”
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“Do we tell her that she can just call us mate?” smirked Ciaran through the mind link.
Declan didn’t answer but, despite being hidden in the dark, waiting for her to fall asleep again, they felt lighter because now they knew their mate wasn’t impermeable to them.
Her body wanted them. The mate bond was working already, she just didn’t know it yet.
They just needed to be patient and strengthen the bond as much as possible.
Freya was already feeling something; her eyes were always scanning the room and something akin to relief seemed to shine every time she saw them.
They just had to nurture that little blossom.