Page 77 of Crystal Luna

“Here?” he asked, a salacious lilt to his voice.

“Please.”

“How?”

“I don’t want to be me.”

She went into the kitchen, to the cabinet where she knew he hid his whisky from the kids. Eventually, they’d established that alcohol was a necessary part to helping him, so he could imagine Laureen being with him and not her. They didn’t do it very often because he enjoyed pleasing her even more, but right now she didn’t want to be herself. As she reached for it, she saw him duck into the master bedroom where he hid the condoms. Though their fertility was often bound to their mates, it wasn’t unheard of for unmated couples to conceive, and that was the last thing either of them wanted.

Velora went back to the couch and took a sip straight from the bottle. When Heath returned, she offered him the bottle and made herself comfortable in his lap once more.

While he drank from the bottle, she kissed a path down his neck. She knew what he loved to help him imagine Laureen and she was more than happy to give him all he would want from her. He closed his eyes and rested his head back, letting the alcohol warm him from the inside out.

Normally he liked to talk, liked it when Velora was vocal. But when they were pretending, it only took him out of his fantasy. She sucked hard on his skin, fumbling open his belt and undoing his jeans. He groaned and ran his hands over her back, taking a tight hold on her waist.

Heath was already hard, his dick twitching when she teased a finger up the shaft. Velora wrapped her fingers around him and gave him a few gentle pumps before she let him roll on the condom. As usual, he softened slightly since the condom didn’t fit his fantasy, but that quickly rectified itself with the return of Velora’s hand.

At first, he’d had trouble pretending, but Velora enjoyed pleasing him however he needed. It was a give and take; these moments focused on him and others on her.

Decorating his throat with more kisses, she lifted her hips and placed herself on top of him, slowly letting him slide inside her. His skin vibrated under her lips as a groan rumbled from deep in his chest. He patiently waited until she was fully seated before grabbing her hips, thrusting deep and hard.

She silenced her moans by sealing her mouth onto his neck and slamming her eyes shut.

Though she only saw Asher and Isaiah. They’d grown their hair out, keeping it styled in an annoyingly good looking way. Their muscles bulged against their clothes so fiercely they were likely to rip at any second. They both looked alike as always and for anyone who wasn’t close to them inseparable. Forcing her eyes open again, she nibbled Heath’s neck and relaxed her body, letting his deep thrusts take her away.

It was rough and deep, but that’s how he needed it. His fantasy didn’t hold up for a long time so if he wanted to come, he needed to do it fast. He made sure she climaxed every time, so she did the same for him.

It didn’t take him long before he groaned, and his dick pulsed inside her. He rode the orgasm for as long as he could before he opened his eyes and gently ran his fingers through her hair.

“Your turn?” he asked, panting to catch his breath.

She shook her head. “I just want to cuddle tonight.”

“Anything you want.”

She slipped off his lap, letting him stand to disappear into the bathroom. Meanwhile, she changed and crawled under the blanket, waiting for her boyfriend’s arms to sweep her out of reality.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Heath

Once the kids were off to school, Heath busied himself cleaning the kitchen. The two of them had insisted on pancakes—though Mia no longer wanted glitter in hers—and even though he tried his best, he still made a huge mess out of it. He had no idea how Curtis and Velora always left the kitchen so tidy. Velora had left during the night, likely to get as much space as she could from those alphas. Had he known who they were, he wouldn’t have let them onto the territory. At the very least, she’d never have seen them.

A knock on the door made him look up, but no one stepped inside. He walked over and was surprised to see the twins standing before him when the door opened. He wouldn’t be able to tell them apart under normal circumstances, but it didn’t help that they were dressed the exact same way and wearing identical expressions.

The one on the right greeted him. “Good morning, Alpha. We were hoping to talk to you.”

Heath nodded and stepped aside, indicating his office. “Of course.”

Heath took his seat behind the desk while the twins settled into the chairs on the other side.

“How can I help you both?”

“We’ve found our mate in your pack.”

“Technically we haven’t found her,” the one on the left added. “We believe we have, but she didn’t seem to be home.”

He began to feel sick as a knot wound itself in his stomach. “One mate for both of you?”