“You’re totally into us, aren’t you? You’re obsessed, to the point where you’re wondering if you would ever feel whole again if you denied yourself time with me or my brother. It’s something I wholeheartedly support, by the way, because we feel the same about you. Tenfold. My aim is to keep luring you further, with little bits of us, until you’re completely addicted to our pack. Maybe then you’ll understand how bad we’ve got it for you.”
“You woke up nasty.” The smirk on her pink lush mouth needs tasting, and I dip down and swipe my tongue over it. A blush darkens her cheeks and makes her eyes sparkle like priceless gemstones.
“What do you expect? You’re something we’re all obsessed with. Plus, I woke up with this.” I throw my hands up, hooding my eyes and flexing my hips forward to show her what I’m talking about. And it’s not the fresh pair of sweats I put on.
Tynan shakes his head behind her, but at the same time he’s not telling me to tone it down.
My dick is like a rock again. It’s solely because of her. The physical draw, and need, I have for Tally isn’t heat based. I’m fully aware; there’s no spinning of my head. I mean, I feel like I’m ready to blow, but I woke up from a dream where I was balls deep in her.
“And?” Her breathing picks up, anticipation currently out of alignment to her usual balanced restraint.
“I think my twin and I should show you the virtues of having a pack.”
I go with the direct approach.
And it hits her right where I wanted. Her peachy scent becomes warmer and even more syrupy. It’s a blessing myAlphas aren’t here, because we’d all be jostling for a drop of her attention.
“You hussy,” I tease her, and she blossoms like a flower opening up in the springtime. Her cheeks getting even pinker, her scent more fragrant. “For your information, Tally O’Connor, I meant we’re going to… bake cookies all together.”
She barks out a laugh of surprise, rippled with disbelief.
I stare her down. Until I can no longer contain the smile that always threatens when I’m near her.
“Rafferty, you did not wake up and decide we’re going to spend the day baking.”
I snuggle up against her again, chasing her heat and happiness. “You’re right. But I felt weird coming straight in here saying I want to slide my cock in your arse while my brother fills your sweet pussy, so I went with cookies.”
She spits out another laugh. It’s louder than the first. It’s totally her, and it’s infectious, making me laugh and my brother chuckle wickedly.
I nip my way along the tops of her shoulders. I probably shouldn’t—it’s like I’m tempting fate even putting my teeth near her throat, when all I want to do is mark her up, claim her as mine. Honestly, my teeth ache as much as my dick does whenever I think about how much I want to.
I purposely move away, sitting on the island, close enough to touch her, but at least over here, I can get normal air in my lungs, not her juicy peachiness.
“For the record, I think cookies are a much better idea. Safer for everyone,” she says, still smiling, but her happiness is diluted.
I search for a reason why my girl's mood just dropped.
And I get a better idea of something going on when my brother beats me to speak.
“I vote for Rafferty’s plan.”
The sparkle in her eyes hardens ever so slightly, but I’m so attuned to her already, I don’t miss it.
Tynan clears his throat, and I swivel so I can watch them both. His eyes are on her face, his voice soft with intimacy. “We are still on the same day, are we not?”
I’m not quite following Tynan’s exact meaning, but I don’t really need to. It’s clear these two have come up with a compromise of some sort. What is very interesting is that my brother is getting more and more tight-lipped when it comes to our wife.
Tally’s eyes drop, and she skillfully avoids both Tynan and me. She doesn’t say anything else. She barely even moves as her scent changes with her uncertainty. It’s still delectable, and like some magical agent made to sing just to me, but there’s an edge to it, like the sun has faded after a summer's day, making the peach not as punchy.
Tynan tugs on a piece of my hair, and I go to give him a mouthful, but when I look at him, I can hear his thoughts suggesting rather loudly that we “give her a minute.” Seriously, I swear there’s such a thing as twins having a superpower to speak telepathically or shit because a look, a touch, a weird noise or movement is all that’s needed sometimes.
And because I already know what he’s going to say next, I turn the oven on and grab the baking trays while Tynan gets all the ingredients. It might be weird that we bake cookies, but I get such a sweet tooth before, during, and after my heat that this is my control freak of a brother's negotiation. We bake whatever I want. I get it, the commercially made cookies and biscuits are full of chemicals and crap. It’s also deeply calming to follow basic instructions while my mind, cock, and balls beat like the music at a rave party.
Like Tynan already pointed out, in our silent communication, all Tally needed was some time. Long minutes later, she joins us.
“You get to cream the butter, Tally.” I pass over the mixing bowl and a large wooden spoon.
“You don’t have a mixer?”
