The Twins

Chapter 11

“Oh, my gosh. Shut up!” Adelyne screamed through the phone once Jax walked me back to the packhouse. “Do you know what this means?”

“No, Addy, what does this mean?” I asked, smiling through the phone. I laid on my stomach and swung my legs back and forth in the air. I drew my nail across the comforter of my bed.

“You’re their ma-”

“Addy,” I said, drawing out her name. “Stop spilling nonsense.” It wasn’t nonsense.

“Oh, gosh,” she said again. I could just imagine her lying on her bed, fanning herself with her hand. “Two alphas. Two twins alphas! I told you that you’d thank me… so I’m waiting for a thank you.”

I giggled. “Well, you’re not getting one… yet. I don’t even know if they want me to be their m-”

“Are you kidding?!” she yelled. “You literally have just told me every single reason why they would want you and all of these reasons have happened in the last twenty-four hours and… you know what… you need to go sleep on this. This is big, huge, enormous news! AHHHH, okay, I’ll let you sleep. Call me tomorrow. Love you.”

I chuckled and clicked off the phone after telling Addie that I loved her too. I rolled off of the bed. This whole business before pleasure thing was proving to be harder than I expected, especially when Adelyne was dead set on trying to get me with them.

After tugging on one of Jax’s shirts that I stole from his room earlier when he was in the shower, I peeked my head into the hallway. It was empty and quiet.

Instead of just barging into their rooms and demand they pay attention to me - because which girl didn’t want to be paid attention to - I decided on a quiet night. So, I crept through the house in nothing but an oversized shirt and my panties.

My fingers grazed against the hallway walls. When I passed Noah’s room, I paused. His door was closed, like it usually always was, but I could hear the soft pitter-patter of water from the shower coming from his room.

I wanted to lean against his door, eyes closed, thinking about them as I touched myself, but I would never do such a thing. Never.

Especially in the middle of the hallway.

Especially since I hadn’t seen him since the bar.

Continuing down the hall, I passed Jax’s empty room and was tempted to creep into it. But I contained myself and walked toward their office. I pressed my ear to their door and sighed in relief when I heard the silence.

I crept in, turned on the light, and shut the door behind me. f**k business before pleasure.

This was nothing more than pleasure. This was nothing more than pure instinct. Shitty instinct, but instinct all the same.

Two desks sat in the center of the room. One side was vibrant and lively. The other was plan without pictures. Of course, the right side was Noah’s, but I didn’t care whose side was whose. I was here for a reason.

I hopped onto his desk, legs dangling over the edge, one hand posted behind me. I thrusted the other inside of my panties. I closed my eyes, touching my folds so lightly. I was wet already and I f*****g loved it. My toes curled, and I arched my back, letting my body jolt every time I touched my sensitive c**t.

Moaning softly, a wave of pleasure coursed through my body. It felt so good. My fingers moved faster, rougher, harder against me as the pressure built within my body. My nails dug into the wood behind me.

From behind, someone grabbed my neck, his hand snaking around it. He pulled me to his hard chest, growling lowly in my ear. “What do we have here?” Noah asked. I swallowed hard, heart pounding against my chest. He smelt so good.

I opened my eyes to see Jax approaching me. He grazed a hand against my knee and tilted his head, his eyes dark. “Is this another one of your little lessons that you’ve thought so hard about?”

I took my fingers away from my p***y and pushed my legs together. “You learn from them, don’t you?” I tried to keep my cool, but my heart was pounding in my ears now, not letting me think straight. They weren’t supposed to catch me.

Noah growled in my ear. “Don’t stop touching yourself. Show us what you were planning to do.”

I gulped, my p***y clenching from the sudden dominance he had over me. I wasn’t even a wolf yet I wanted to submit to every word he said. I pressed my fingers against my c**t again, my breathing ragged.

Jax stood between my legs, spreading them with his hands. He gazed at my p***y. Noah pulled my throat toward him. “Faster,” he said in my ear.

My fingers rubbed small circles faster than before. Noah gazed over my shoulder, staring down at my fingers as I touched myself. He moved his other hand up my torso and to my breast, squeezing it roughly in his hand.

Jax stepped closer to me so his pants were nearly grazing against my core. He was already so hard. I wanted to pull them off and push him inside of me.

“It’s time to teach you a lesson,” Jax said. “Thinking you can just walk around and tell us what to do and when to do it, lie to us about how much you don’t want us both to be inside of you.”

Noah groped my breast harder, and my n****e hardened against his hand. He rolled it between his fingers. “I bet that’s what she’s doing now, sitting on my f*****g desk, thinking about us pounding her into it.”

Author's Note

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