Page 29 of My Pucking Mates (Pucking Werewolves #4)

I nearly stab myself in the eye with my mascara wand when Dolos bangs into the house, an irritated sort of desire flooding our bond, causing me to smirk while I try to pretend I’m not affected by his need for me.

“Do you two know how absolutely awful it is to get hard and moan in the middle of a j—” he rants until Eris cuts him off with a shot to the gut judging by the “oomph” sound that left him.

“Oh, don’t be such a baby,” he scoffs, unimpressed by his twin’s outburst, a playful look of warning on his face.

Dolos doesn’t say anything else, but I hear him stomping towards the bathroom.

Stomping towards me. I turn to smile at him as he reaches the doorway, tossing my make-up in my travel case on the counter, but he doesn’t stop and goof around like I expected.

Instead, he presses himself against my back, his face in my neck as he inhales deeply, grinding against my backside.

Moving my chin up so I’m looking at the two of us in the mirror, his eyes meet mine, his face breaking into a breathtakingly handsome smile, all seriousness gone now that we’re together. “That was awfully naughty of you, you know.” He pouts dramatically, making me giggle.

“Are you saying if the tables were turned, you wouldn’t have taken me? You would have made me wait?” I pout dramatically back. Two can play at that game.

He looks to the ceiling as he groans, mulling over my words.

“I suppose you’re right,” he adds, and I think that’s all, but he deftly flips up the back of the dress that Eris gave me to wear tonight.

It’s a flowy and tiered white maxi dress with the front looking as though it crosses over my breast into a thin halter, with a sliver of my abdomen showing.

“Dolos!” I admonish, “What are you doing?” I giggle, trying to swat at his hands, but I know what he’s doing.

I can feel his hard length pulsing against me.

I can feel his desire washing over me, his scent growing musky in the small space, my eyes nearly rolling as my need grows along with his, my thighs growing slick with anticipation.

He lands a loud slap on my ass. “And no panties, what a wicked little mate you are,” he purrs against my neck, running the head of his cock through my folds.

“We don’t have time for this!” Eris hollers from somewhere in the house, his footsteps moving towards us as he no doubt is feeling something very similar to what Dolos endured earlier.

Leaning back into him, encouraging him to take me, I whine, “Better make it quick then. I’d like to come before we leave,” I finish with a wink, the stupid gorgeous man behind me growling as he fills me slowly, his face carved with pleasure in the mirror.

Bracing my hands on the counter, he wastes no time in picking up the pace, my breasts bouncing hard enough I wonder if they’ll escape my dress.

I try to keep my eyes open so that I can watch us in the mirror, but when Eris stands in the doorway, unzipping his shorts and stroking himself while his twin takes me, overwhelms me and my eyes close as my head falls back, gasping for oxygen.

Sliding his hand from my hips to my center, Dolos massages my clit, groaning in my ear, “Come with me, Darling.” And fuck if I could stop myself when he says things like that.

My body detonates and my legs give out. I lean my torso on the cool counter, breaths still heaving, stars dancing behind my eyelids as my mates come at the same time.

Dolos slaps me hard on the ass as he works his knot into me, another orgasm tearing through my body, short-circuiting my brain momentarily.

Once I’ve caught my breath, Dolos still locked inside of me, I smile at my mates.

Eris moves to clean himself, then leaves the room, bringing back his brother’s clothes for the night and a lacy thong for me.

“As much as I’d love for you to never wear underwear, I don’t trust myself with you in public without them. ”

When Dolos is able to remove himself from my core, he does so gently, stopping me from moving as I try to rise. He turns on the faucet and snatches a clean washcloth from the towel rack in the corner, cleaning me with care.

Adjusting myself while I check my hair and make-up, I smile to myself, happier than I’ve ever been in my entire life.

It takes us about an hour and a half to drive across The Big Island to get to wherever we’re going. As sunset nears, we drive along the ocean for a minute, and I notice the beaches are no longer black, the sand returning to the more traditional Hawaiian view.

Eris pulls the car into a large resort’s parking lot, his right hand keeping a firm hold on my thigh, Dolos squirming with enthusiasm in the back seat, his smile taking over his face.

Glancing out the windows, I still can’t quite see what we’re here for, but I notice a glow of lights on the far side of the property near the beach. My body is alight with jittery excitement as Dolos beats Eris to open my door, offering me his hand to hold as they lead me towards the beach.

I have to verbally coach myself through not asking twenty more times where we’re going or what we’re doing as we make the trek across the parking lot.

When we’re close enough to see down to the beach, the first thing I notice is the stage and all the tiki torches sending firelight into the air around us, and my brain catches up. “A luau?” I blurt, thrilled to experience something so magical in its own way.

As we approach the hostess stand, Eris moves ahead of us, giving his name for our reservation.

The beautiful young woman looks over us curiously, her cheeks pinkening at either the sight of my mates or the fact that I’m with both of them.

Most humans don’t get it, Dolos snickers through our bond, stealing the edge of embarrassment that had attempted to shadow me.

We’re led to our seats right in front of the stage and given stunning leis made of shells. Dolos pulls my chair out for me as we wait for our waitress.

After she explains the buffet and scurries away with our drink orders, we make our way towards the massive rows of food.

I don’t even know where to start. There’s so much delicious food available, and I want to try it all.

On the cold bar, there’s traditional salad, sweet potato macaroni salad, some kind of poi, pineapple, and coconut rolls.

I grab some of everything but the poi, which oddly enough looks like the infamous “gray stuff” in that children’s movie Leera made me watch.

The boys go full carnivore, loading their plates with the teriyaki beef, Kailua pork and cabbage, and steamed fresh fish, neither one of them grabbing any vegetables that aren’t mixed with the meat.

Don’t get me wrong, I grab some of everything, but I grab some grilled veggies and rice to balance it all.

When we get back to our table, our Mai Tais await, condensation already gathering on the glasses.

We settle in and taste everything. I moan at the flavors overwhelming my senses.

Eris’ eyes snap to mine, Dolos adjusts himself without shame, and I smother a snicker to keep myself from laughing out loud with a mouth full of food.

“Precious, I’m really going to have to insist that you refrain from that, if at all possible,” he begins. Killing human men for their reactions to you is frowned upon.

Thankfully, I’d finished chewing my food by the time he blurted that out because a choked laugh did escape me this time. That’s a little dramatic, don’t we think?

They both stare at me seriously, shaking their heads no, and I can’t help but laugh again. Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Down, boys. I smile at them, and they seem to relax…for now, at least.

When we’ve cleared our plates, we return to the buffet for dessert.

Because I’m a glutton for punishment, and even though my tongue is already burning from all the pineapple, I grab another pile.

Adding Hawaiian Haupia pudding, coconut cake, and fresh papaya to my plate.

I make my way back to the table just as the sun begins to set and the show begins.

With the sun fully set over the legendary shores of the bay, we’re immersed in captivating stories from the South Pacific through mesmerizing songs, dances, and tales.

You can see the people’s love for their legends and traditions on their faces.

It’s beautifully devastating. We clap and cheer and shout along with the intimate crowd.

As the evening comes to a close, the music swells and expands with a thundering intensity. It fills my body, my every pore. Closing my eyes and basking in everything surrounding me, gasps around me cause me to jerk my eyelids up, and suddenly, there are fire dancers on the stage.

Their movements are powerful and primal, owning the space around them.

The fire is stunning, the dancers are entrancing, but the music…

the music is intoxicating, and it’s not the Mai Tais.

The beating of the drums and the chants of their people swelling a need within me, making me feel like I’m on fire myself.