Promised To The Alpha Twins
Chapter 55

Once Axel left, the tense aura that filled the dining room slowly dissipated.

Nicole let out a long sigh, followed by a brief shake of her head, as if trying to erase the memory from her mind. Jordan grimaced at the entrance of the dining room, as if he could still see Axel standing there.

“I meant what you heard, Sussan,” Nicole smiled gently. “You are more than welcome to live here unless you want to go somewhere else.”

“I…,” I shook my head. “Well, I have Lia and Dub, but they’re not an option.”

“Well, although we have two guest rooms, I have a feeling you’d want to stay with one of my sons. I don’t see why you two couldn’t move into a room together with Sussan,” Nicole pondered, and I nearly choked on the piece of chicken I was eating.

Ethan chuckled under his breath, causing my face to blush like a tomato. Even Liam had a playful glint in his eyes. I hadn’t expected Nicole and Jordan to be so… understanding?

Most parents would never be comfortable with what she was suggesting, but Nicole seemed unbothered by the potential events that could occur in that particular bedroom. I was sure she could tell exactly where my mind had gone, as a playful light similar to her son’s crossed her gaze.

“It’s normal for mates to sleep in the same room,” Nicole said. “As long as you’re using protect-“

“Mum, we get it,” Liam laughed, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

“I was just making sure,” Nicole raised her hands in surrender. “The guest room at the end of the hallway has a bigger bed; you three might want to make that your permanent bedroom. However, I can’t help you with the closet space.”

“That’ll be fine,” Liam nodded.

“Speak for yourself,” Ethan muttered, his dark eyes playfully gleaming. “What Sussan’s really worried about is the bed.”

“That’s not true,” I exclaimed, offering Ethan an incredulous look.

“She really is, isn’t she?” Liam mused. “Why would someone so small need so much space?”

“Yet, her kicks hurt,” Ethan nodded. “She injured my knee the other night.”

“Both of you are almost triple my size,” I looked at both of them. “If anyone hogs the bed, it’s one of you.”

Even with the playful bantering between us, a nervous flutter sounded in my stomach. I’d be sharing a bed with Liam and Ethan for the second time. While nothing s****l happened at the cabin, I wasn’t sure I could say the same for their own home. I hoped werewolf hearing wasn’t that good, as I didn’t want their mom and dad to hear everything that happened in that guest room. The thought sent an intense blush to my face, flushing down the length of my neck and shoulders.

“You might want to control your thoughts, darling,” Liam murmured in my ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down my body. “Werewolves can smell a woman’s arousal.”

This time, I choked on the food in my mouth, a sputtering cough escaping my lips as I grabbed my glass of water. Ethan lifted it for me before I could, placing it in my hands with a mischievous smile, one that definitely made me question the events of that night.

Ethan had once said his self-control wasn’t that strong. The idea of being intimate with Liam and Ethan had never been something I disapproved of. I had been drawn to them from the moment I met them. What worried me the most was that I still wasn’t sure if I was ready to go all the way. What was even more concerning, I wasn’t sure if I could stop them if things went that far.

Fortunately, Liam and Ethan’s parents were absorbed in their own conversation, undoubtedly giving the three of us some time alone. After finishing dinner, I helped Nicole clean the table and the kitchen, thanking her a million times for allowing me to stay.

The three of us headed to one of the guest rooms, and I marveled at the size of the bed. The room itself was huge, more like a suite than a simple bedroom. The room had its own bathroom, complete with a large bathtub and a walk-in shower. I eyed the bathtub longingly. I couldn’t remember the last time I had taken a real bath, one in a clean tub.

Liam and Ethan went to fetch a set of clothes for themselves and returned with something for me to wear too. Ethan headed into the bathroom, and I listened as he turned on the faucet. A few minutes later, he came back into the room, taking my hand as he pulled me off the bed.

“I saw you eyeing the bathtub,” Ethan smiled, but his eyes remained gentle. “I thought you’d like a bath.”

“I wasn’t looking,” I grimaced, though a soft fluttering feeling erupted in my chest.

Ethan had prepared the bath for me, and from the tiny bubbles dancing along the water, he had also put in some soap. The gesture made me realize how little I really knew them, but I was more than excited to learn all I could. I wanted to learn everything about my mates, my fiercely protective and honorably kind mates.

Liam and Ethan left me alone in the bathroom, something I was grateful for. I wasn’t quite sure if I had the confidence to strip completely in front of both of them. The door closed softly behind me, and I shed the clothes Bruma had left for me to wear.

A shirt and a pair of shorts were on the small bench in the corner of the bathroom. From the size of the clothes, they were definitely Liam’s or Ethan’s. I slipped into the steaming water with a soft sigh, letting it soothe my tense muscles. I got out of the bathtub once the water cooled too much, dried myself with a towel, and put on the clothes they had given me.

The shirt reached my knees, and the shorts weren’t any better. The shorts bunched up at my feet, forming a black mesh puddle. There was no way they would stay on my waist. Feeling somewhat bold, I tossed the shorts back onto the bench, leaving them forgotten.

When I emerged from the bathroom, Liam and Ethan were not in sight. I took the opportunity and slid under the plush blanket that was on the bed. I tugged at the hem of the shirt down as far as I could, easily covering my backside. After a few minutes, Liam and Ethan entered the room.

“I’m sorry, Dad needed to talk to us.” Liam nodded. “He’ll want to talk to you tomorrow.”

“With me?” I exclaimed, eyes wide open. “Is something wrong?”

“I doubt it.” Ethan shrugged. “Axel is an i***t, so Dad is suspicious that his daughter is our partner.”

“Axel is clearly angry,” Liam snorted.

I watched in stunned silence as Liam took off his shirt, the rippling muscles dancing along his stomach. His biceps flexed as he tossed the shirt on the floor. Ethan did the same, and I was equally enamored by the perfection of their bodies. Ethan had some scratches and small scars along his torso, but it only added to his alluring perfection. Liam caught me looking and gave me a smile, letting his jeans fall to the ground. I averted my eyes at the perfect moment, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of catching me looking so low.

Ethan took a shower first, allowing Liam to take one shortly after. Steam seeped out from under the door, filling the room with the musky scent. Deep and rich, woody with just a hint of spice. I inhaled deeply, realizing that their scent didn’t replace their physical touch.

Ethan slipped into bed as Liam hopped into the shower, and I felt his eyes on me. I turned to look at him, and I saw the corner of his l*p twitch, rising into a smile. My eyes traced his sharp jawline, the shaved sides of his head, and the long lock of hair hanging over his forehead. I remembered what Liam had said earlier, what I owed to Ethan. My stomach churned at the thought, and I did my best to control my nerves. They were my partners, after all. I was sure neither of them would mind if I touched them, and yet, every time I looked at them, I couldn’t fathom how these two men belonged to me.

Just like Liam, Ethan tensed up as I leaned forward, my breath fanning his lips. His surprise was sweet on my tongue, and I let my lips brush against his. Soft and velvety against mine, it allowed me to explore the curve of his cupid’s bow. After a few seconds, I could feel his self-control breaking like a weak restraint. Ethan’s rough hands gently grasped my face, pulling my lips against his. It left me breathless, gasping for more as he ran his teeth over my lower l*p.

“Why did you do that?” Ethan asked, squinting his eyes as he looked at me. His bare chest rose and fell at the same pace as mine.

“It was something I owed you,” I smiled, glancing towards the bathroom door as Liam emerged.

“I miss all the fun,” Ethan chuckled under his breath, raising an eyebrow at Liam, who smiled innocently.

Liam slid into bed behind me, his chest against my back. I allowed the warmth of both of them to seep into my skin, and I couldn’t name a single moment when I had felt so relaxed.

Liam planted a single k**s on my shoulder before resting his head on the pillow and turning off the light. I listened in silence, my mind racing as his breathing evened out. All the stress melted away from Ethan’s face as I watched him sleep. His lips were slightly parted, his breath coming in quick gasps. His dark eyelashes fanned out, brushing against his cheeks. I wanted to turn around, to look at Liam while he slept, but I didn’t want to wake them. Sleep refused to claim me, and Gea was of no help. She insisted on completing the mating process but refused to tell me exactly what it entailed.

From the images she was putting in my head, I knew the mating process had something to do with s*x. Gea was relentless, almost begging me to wake the twins, insisting they would give me anything I asked for. I found myself immersed in my own thoughts, remembering how it felt to have their hands on my body, their rough fingers sliding over my cool skin. I remembered how I felt when I unraveled under Liam’s touch, the husky words he murmured in my ear. The sensitive spot between my legs throbbed painfully, making me squeeze my thighs to relieve some of the pressure. I wanted more, I wanted to feel them, to explore their bodies myself, to learn what they enjoyed and desired.

Liam’s arm was draped over my waist, but as he shifted in his sleep, his arm lowered until it brushed against my bare thigh. I couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran through me when I felt his calloused hands graze my smooth skin, nor could I stop the torturous thoughts that came to mind. I tensed up when Liam’s hand brushed against my naked butt, recalling that I had left my basketball shorts in the bathroom. The shirt they had given me was long enough to cover my important parts, but it had ridden up when we all got into bed. Understanding bloomed in my eyes when I felt something hard pressing against my butt, trembling as Liam continued tracing along my bare h*p.

“Why aren’t you wearing pants, pretty?”

Liam’s breath fanned my ear, his fingers dancing along my exposed h*p, threatening to travel further down with each deep breath.