Bound By Agreement: The Alpha's Contract Wife And Twins

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CHAPTER 8

ALPHA LINCOLN'S POV

That night after the whole day of whatever that was, I went into my study, did some reading, from there to my office, and finished up some paperwork before having lunch with my family, Parents and sister.

"Did you have to say that?", My sister asked me. I was already prepared for her questions and disturbance.

"How do you know that Montana girl?", I answered my sister with a question, sternly.

"I met her a few years ago and she is my best friend", Victoria explained.

"I see".

"But they do have the same birthmark as you Lincoln and before you get upset, I checked it and it's the same as yours and the same place", Victoria informed me.

"Are we missing something?", Our parents who were obviously on the table having dinner with us asked.

"No, it's nothing serious", I said not wanting whatever this was to get out, "And Victoria it does not mean anything, I don't want you bringing that up anymore. You know me very well that I have not been with a woman in a long time and I do not even remember being with one."

"Sorry, brother."

I hummed and we all went back to eating quietly, small talks were made but I was not too invested in that. I was more invested in what Victoria said and yes I did see the birthmark which was exactly how mine was.

My birthmark was called café au lait spot or mark, exactly on my back wrist and it is a pigmented skin lesion that was characterized by a light brown to dark brown color, resembling the shade of coffee with milk and I am light-skinned, I could say the spot still looked good on my wrist, plus it was flat and smooth.

The Pack doctors when I was born said it was caused by an overproduction of melanin, the pigment responsible for skin color and they also said the exact cause is often unclear but still when my father noticed something in my spot, the doctors also said it can be associated with genetic factors.

And later we found out that it was just not any genetic factor but a family mark. My father also had the mark, some research was done and we found out that it was a family something and what made it more unique was the moon drawn in the middle of the spot. It was much lighter.

Like my spot is darker than my light skin and the moon in the middle is light like my skin.

But now seeing that same make on some kids, strangers for that matter, made no sense.

"Maybe it was drawn? Or? I don't know, I just can't trust any of it, plus only my family has that mark and I don't have a brother, I don't-", Aish the more I thought about it, the more I just wanted to forget about it and that is what I did.

It was simply impossible.

Later that night I retreated into my room and got into the shower for a hot steamy bath. I needed one after a long day.

I removed my shirt, and my broad muscular chest with my abs that were toned and defined revealed. My muscular arms were equally fit. Then, my strong forearms and thick biceps. For real, I love my build.

Next, I took off my pants, admiring my waist as I stepped into the hot steamy shower, suitable for my body. Exactly what I wanted tonight.

I let the water cascade all over my body as I stood under the shower, my soap doing its work on my body, gliding across my chest and neck, where my small Adam apple resided.

After that I got in contact with my sponge, it also doing its work, got my shampoo, poured some on my hair, and massaged my scalp softly and that was very relaxing.

Alright, a thought came across my mind. What if this was someone else's hand, washing my hair and massaging my scalp I doubt if that was going to happen anytime soon.

Soon I was done and sighed satisfied as I rinsed my body with the water.

So refreshing. The heat of the shower, the smell of the shampoo, and the sensation of the water on my skin made me feel completely relaxed. I took a deep breath. Wow.

I don't know what happened next but my c*ck steadily began to stiffen. My left hand began to massage my ball sac. Gripping it firmly in my hand and working the two orbs between my fingers until my c*ck was at full attention. The water still pouring on my body.

I just let it stand tall as I had flashbacks. Then, my first touch of my c*ck, my fingers slowly wrapped around the shaft. I gave a few lazy strokes sliding the skin up and down over my c*ck head. Oh, that felt so good. Just slow and easy.

My grip tightened around my shaft. Pre-c*m was now oozing from the c*m slit. Two hands now. One hand stroking my c*ck and giving a slight twist around the rim of my c*ck. The other hand kneading my heavy full balls. Mmm!

The flashbacks kept happening and I am starting to feel the need now. It felt like my balls were beginning to boil. My C*ck head was already large, purple, and flared. Veins bulging on my shaft. Each stroke sent little sparks of excitement through my body. My hands rose and fell along the length of my c*ck. My ball sac bounced in rhythm to my strokes. Love watching myself in the mirror.

I leaned back against the wall, the flashbacks became extra. Now I am having that feeling so deep in my belly. It was more than a tingle. More like a tremor from my very core that radiated outward with each stroke as I got closer.

I am stroking with more purpose now. Then suddenly, the urge is just undeniable. Hard firm grip on my shaft. Stroking and pumping. f*****g my fist with my hard throbbing c*ck. And then it comes.

And when it came, I moaned out, "Montana."