Page 14 of My Pucking Mates (Pucking Werewolves #4)

T hese ornery, stubborn, beautifully tormented men. To think they genuinely thought I wouldn’t want them over him killing a monster of a mate and father to protect his mother and brother.

I’ve literally dreamt of doing such a thing myself, but my mother is long past the ability to be saved.

When they finished their detailed explanations of that night, I expected so much worse than the reality they presented, and I couldn’t stop myself from physically reacting.

I can’t stop myself from shaking my head at them. “Then, what are we waiting for?” I ask quietly, worried I’ll break the blissful peace in the room.

Eris lifts me from the floor and pulls me into his lap crashing his lips against mine. I open for him without hesitation, and the invitation doesn’t go unanswered. His tongue delves into my mouth, leaving none of it untouched by him.

My hands are wrapped around his neck, and I run my nails along his tender skin, treasuring the feeling of the goosebumps that rise in their path.

The couch dips behind me as I feel Dolos sit next to us. His hand starts tracing patterns on my back, and I’m consumed by the current of our mate bond as it thrums between us.

Eris’ hands move from where they were holding my face to right where he wanted me. He clings to my ass cheeks before he begins kneading the flesh there. The moan that escapes me conveys the weeks of wanting that have been coursing through my body.

With my face no longer held in place, I break our kiss and turn to Dolos. He answers my call without me having to mutter even a sound. His lips don’t crash into mine, though. They caress. They indulge. They consume.

Are they also opposites in the way they touch and love?

When I grind my hips on Eris, whimpering into Dolos’ mouth, both men halt their movements, all of us panting.

My confusion must be written all over my face, because they soften when they notice. Dolos trails his fingers down my cheek. Eris holds onto my hips, offering me a squeeze and a smirk when Dolos finally speaks up, “We wanted to make our mating special for you…like Roman and Leera,” he begins.

“Hence the request for a date,” Eris completes the thought.

My mouth forms a small “O” as the blush rushes to my cheeks.

“But we can forget all of that if it’s that important to you,” Dolos blurts nervously causing Eris to elbow him, both of them laughing.

“We can,” Eris growls and glares at his brother.

“Although we’d truly like to take this one step at a time, we won’t change our mind if that’s what worries you.

” He finishes softly, and I think that’s exactly what it was…

other than being all worked up, of course.

I was afraid that if I didn’t get their marks immediately, they’d have time to change their minds.

After offering each one what I hope is a loving look, I nod, then glance between them suspiciously because I’m fairly certain they’re communicating without me right now.

“But,” they say in unison.

“We can’t have our mate feeling unsatisfied, Eris,” Dolos says dramatically, my head whipping back to Eris’ face when he says, “We most certainly cannot.”

If my panties hadn’t been wet before, that would have been all I needed to be ready for them.

Dolos gets up from the couch first, walking toward his room. I move to stand from Eris’ lap, but his hold on my ass tightens as he rises fluidly, showing no signs that my additional weight slowed him in the least.

Taking advantage of my position, I take his rough face back in my hands and resume my exploration of his mouth, all while he moves us to Dolos’ room, right next to his.

Once we’re mated…will I have to alternate staying in each room? I don’t think I’ll be able to stand being away from one of them once I have them. Why these thoughts are plaguing me now, I don’t know.

Once through the door, Dolos shuts it even though we’re the only one’s home, and Eris carries me to the bed. I expect him to toss me onto it, but the level of care in which he sets me down has my eyes glossing.

My need for them is overwhelming my senses. Dolos takes over, kissing me senseless. Where did Eris go? I’ve never had more than one man, and I was not prepared for this. When I have one’s full attention, I still find myself looking for the other.

My thoughts are answered when I feel my jeans being unbuttoned, and the throbbing between my thighs increases with him that close. He seems to be being careful not to touch me yet as he removes my pants with surgical precision.

I’m trying to rub my thighs together to gather some kind of friction when he pushes my legs apart and groans before sliding my underwear off.

“Dolos, come see how wet she is for us,” he instructs his twin with no room for argument. Dolos’ lips leaving mine causes me to whimper as he moves to the foot of the bed, and they both watch me.

The thing is, I’ve been alone a long time. I know how to please myself. Lifting my torso from the bed, I pull my shirt and sports bra off in one motion, leaving myself bare to them.

The lust in their eyes causes me to moan as they watch me. Lifting my hand to my face, I suck my finger into my mouth before trailing it across my collarbone and down to my breast, plucking on my already peaked nipple.

They still don’t move. Totally bewitched by…me…

I move my hand lower, lazily tracing my curves, the tops of my thighs, and then my center. Lightly rolling my clit in circles, I let my head fall back, and my body heats under their eyes and my touch.

“Stop.” Eris’ gravelly voice barks somewhere between a request and a command.

My movements still, but I don’t pull my hand away just yet. Lifting my eyes, I make eye contact with Dolos first, then Eris, silently asking, “why?”

“Let us take care of you, Darling,” Dolos purrs, and what girl could say no to that?

I can still have a little fun with them, though. “And how do I know you can take care of me efficiently?” I ask as sensually as I can.

They prowl towards me, moving up the bed in unison. It’s incredibly sexy and slightly intimidating until I realize, “You’re still clothed,” I whine.

“Today is about you, Precious,” Eris informs me.

“But—” I try to complain, but Dolos silences me with another kiss.

Consumed by their scents on either side of me, my wolf is preening. Bonfires and an autumn breeze on my right. Blooming trees and spring rain on the other. It doesn’t help that their scents have taken on the muskier additions of their arousal, making me crave them even more.

Dolos kisses me slowly, and he angles my head to allow Eris to kiss, nibble, and suck on my neck. When both of their hands finally touch my bare flesh, my back bows off the bed at the sensation of our mate bond calling out to us.

We’re a moaning, groaning, writhing mess as they kiss and tease me and pay special attention to my breasts.

Completely in sync, they rotate their positions. Eris taking over my lips while Dolos moves towards my neck; all the while, their hands continue to descend my body.

I’m not prepared for the impact of our bond when the skin of their hands makes contact with my most sensitive flesh. Calling out, Eris begins rubbing my clit while Dolos slides a finger into me. Their motions have the pleasure climbing higher and higher within me when suddenly, they stop.

“Wha—” I start.

“Shhh,” they interrupt.

Eris wastes no time licking two fingers and slowly sliding them inside me, curling them and massaging my inner walls when Dolos asks, “Has anyone ever had you here?” as he smears my wetness from his fingers to my rear hole.

I wriggle my body against them, overwhelmed by all the sensations. “Answer me, Darling,” Dolos demands.

“No,” I breathe.

“Yessss,” he hisses at my response, clearly happy that they’ll be the only ones to have that piece of me.

They continue to work my body while having another obvious conversation without me.

“Right,” Dolos suddenly leaps off the bed and makes his way towards his dresser. Returning a moment later, he explains, “We better start training you now, then,” he says matter-of-factly, like everything he says just makes sense.

“T-training me?” I ask as Eris removes his fingers from inside me, licking my slick from his fingers, a wicked grin spreading across his beautifully handsome face as he nods.

“For us to claim you properly, you must be knotted by both of us at the same time while we mark you, Precious,” he reminds me.

Holy shit. I had been so worked up over if they’d ever claim me that I hadn’t even thought about how that would work with two mates. “Will it hurt?”

“Of course not. We’d never hurt you. That’s why we have to train you.

Stretching you a little more each time so that it’s only pleasurable,” Dolos tells me as he pumps a small drop of clear liquid on his finger.

He brings his finger toward my body, generously applying the lubrication to the area before going back for another smaller pump and covering his index finger in it.

“Okay, brother. Resume,” he tries to say seriously but breaks off in a chuckle.

Surprisingly, Eris does what his twin says without balking at being told what to do. He immediately resumes the glorious work on my body that has me panting immediateley.

As Dolos lies next to me, he pulls his foot towards his body, lifting his knee as he picks up my left leg and rests it on top of his thigh, opening me for him.

His hand glides across my skin, and when he reaches my puckered hole, he isn’t met with resistance.

Thanks to the lube, he gently inserts the tip of his finger, and I cry out, surprised at how much stronger it heightens the feel of the work Eris is doing to my clit.

“Oh, Goddess!” My body grinds against them, all of our bodies moving in tandem.

My movements have driven Dolos’ finger further inside of my ass, and as he does, he continues to move, stretching me and firing off explosive shocks of pleasure straight to my clit that Eris has decided to massage with his talented tongue.

“More. Harder. Shit, I don’t know!” I pant, and my words become an incoherent mess of shouting as they continue to praise my body with their hands, tongues, and words. “I’m…Oh, fuck! Eris! Dolos!” I scream as my body implodes around them.