My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 111

'We are never, ever leaving your side again.' Ethan’s voice flooded my mind, full of his usual warmth and affection. Even with the obvious exhaustion in his voice, there wasn't a single part of him that wasn't grateful to be here with us.

'Good, don't. Ever.' I laughed, but the sound was shaky and broken. All of the stress and worry I had been shoving aside was coming back to me, weighing down on my chest until my breaths came out in fast pants. At the time, I couldn't let myself think about how close I had come to losing Ethan. Now, it was all I could think about. Over my shoulder, I could feel the twins share a look.

"Before you guys head upstairs, think you could put him in a room?" Kat asked, nodding to where Zack lay unconscious on the couch.

"I'll explain later," I chimed in, my words only partially muffled from being wrapped around Ethan and Kieran.

"I've got it. Pick out a room and I'll meet you both there. You look like you're ready to fall over any minute." Kieran grunted, giving Ethan a once over.

He placed a hand on his brother's shoulder, giving him a look that no one other than the two of us would understand. We were both relieved beyond anything that he was back, but the guilt of not finding him sooner weighed on both of us. We were reminded of it in the way Ethan’s eyes were shadowed, and the way his skin had paled even further. I sent Kieran the warmth and intensity of everything I felt for him, of the bond that surpassed love and spanned worlds. I could feel his reaction instantly, the way the muscles in his jaw relaxed and his shoulders loosened.

In any other situation, I would've been ecstatic to be staying in a house like this. Everything was smooth and pristine, untouched or marred by anyone living. Even the windows were bare of the smallest imperfection. I would have searched this house top to bottom, and wandered every single room inside. Given the situation, and our current state of exhaustion, I opted for the first room we stumbled upon. The bed could easily fit the three of us, and even more if we tried. It was plush, set atop an oak bedframe, and was covered in a silk bedspread. I let out a small whimper as Ethan walked past the bed and towards the large bathroom.

"You can go to sleep, doll." Ethan turned from messing with the shower knobs and gave me a gentle smile. It was just the slight curve of one side of his mouth, but it held his usual tenderness that I had missed endlessly.

The bathroom was larger than necessary, especially the shower with its six built-in heads. My favorite part was the long marble bench within the shower, a blessing to have when you need to shave. I couldn't help but wonder what Carlos’s personal home looked like, considering his safehouse was a mansion in the forest.

"What happened to never leaving my side?" I repeated with a hint of a smirk.

"Then I suppose you'll have to shower with me." He chuckled, and I placed my hand against the hardness of his chest to feel the sound vibrate across his skin. He wrapped an arm around my waist and toyed with the hem of my t-shirt. "If I slip into bed now, it's going to smell disgusting."

"I think you smell good." I mumbled, not at all flustered from the way his eyes flickered down to my lips.

Even though I wanted to stay awake, to make up for lost time, I could see how exhausted he was. I hadn't a clue how hard their trip was, or how they had managed to get free of the hotel in the first place. As Ethan gripped the hem of his t-shirt, I wiggled my fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants. I didn't miss the way his eyes flicked up to my face, his eyes onyx and endless under the white light of the bathroom. I inched them down his hips, taking care not to catch them on his growing member.

"Sleep sounds less appealing with every second." Ethan smiled a bit cheekily, and the sight invoked an instant reaction within me.

"You won't be saying that in the morning." I teased, pulling my own shirt from my head. I swatted his hands away when they veered towards my chest and unbuttoned the pants I wore.

Only when we slipped under the steam of the shower did I let him take me into his arms. The heat of the water enveloped us, chasing away the chill and fear that had followed for so long. The glass that surrounded us began to fog, blocking our view from the open bathroom door. The minute his lips clashed against mine, all thoughts of sleep went out the window. The taste of him danced on my tongue, sweet and masculine as it wrapped around my brain and jumbled my thoughts. I could feel his rough hands roaming over every part of me; the soft flesh of my chest, down to the curve of my waist and bottom. His hands scalded the places they touched, pairing with the hot water to make my skin flush. He rememorized my body, all without delving into the places he craved the most. After he mapped out my flesh with his fingertips, I settled into his embrace and watched the dirt and grime of the last few days swirl down the grated drain.

"Are you sure?" I gasped as my back hit the cool tile of the shower wall. The cold moisture met my skin, jolting up my spine and through my shoulders.

I wrapped my legs around Ethan’s waist, using him to keep my face level with his. He had been devouring my lips for minutes now, leaving me flushed and shimmering with a thin sheen of sweat. Once the pine-scented soap had carried every last ounce of dirt and grime down the drain, his hands wasted no time lifting me up to pin me against the wall. I could do nothing but whimper as his fingers trailed up my chest and towards my throat.

"You're the one who was concerned about what I'd say in the morning." Ethan chuckled lowly, lightly pressing his fingers into the sides of my jaw. His lips traveled down the length of my neck. Little huffs of his breath caressed my skin, but it wasn't what I wanted. He refused to place his lips against me, to scrape his teeth against the smoothness of my flesh. Only when his lips reached the mark that sat on my shoulder did he finally sink his teeth into me.

Stars danced behind my eyes as every muscle in my body went taut. It was his strong arms and the shower wall that kept me from falling over. Violent waves of pleasure pulsed down my neck, swirling around my nipples before delving even lower. I was already at my limit when I felt the rough pad of Ethan’s fingers graze my clit. The swollen flesh reacted instantly to his touch, making me shake around him. With his teeth and tongue still playing with our mark, he spread my legs further with his hips and slid his fingers along my damp slit.

As two of his fingers entered me, I wasn't prepared for the desperation behind his movements, the carnal need to see and feel everything we both had been missing.

"Do you know what it's like to be separated from the one you love, only to wake up nearly a week later?" He murmured against my shoulder, thrusting his fingers inside of me. He curled them as he drew back, making my jaw fall slack. I couldn't force myself to answer other than the slew of sounds that left my lips, but he didn't seem to care. "To hear from everyone else what happened, to know that I should've been there—there isn't much worse than that."

I was shaking and riding his fingers within seconds, trembling against the hardness of his chest as my orgasm rocked through me.

"Rest assured, it's never going to happen again," he snarled, breathing heavily against my shoulder.

There was a finality to his words that sent excitement skittering up my spine and down my limbs. Ethan was the more playful of the two, and to see him so worked up and desperate—it only reignited the fire that burned low in my stomach. As the stars faded from my eyes, I set my gaze on his. I wasn't sure how much he knew, how much Kieran had managed to tell him. Did he know that I was now a soul-eater, or that I had killed Arnold Fox?

"It won't happen again," I agreed, flushing when his eyes flickered down to the rise and fall of my chest. A sort of possessiveness washed through me, carrying heat and need so strong that it physically hurt. I remained quiet for a few moments, catching my breath so he could hear the strength of my words. "I don't know what Kieran has told you, but my powers are different now. I'm a soul-eater, and I've used that skill more than once. I don't know if that makes me a monster, but I've only done it to protect myself or the people I care about. If Maverick tries to take either one of you, I won't hesitate to use it again."