Twin Alpha's Black Hearts

The Twin

"So you bit me to make me your mate, is that it?"

I managed to draw conclusions from every word Castor explained after he nodded vigorously. I touched my lips with my forefinger and then continued biting without feeling any pain. For every movement I made, Castor observed it with a slight narrowing of his round eyes.

I liked his eyes, especially when he looked at me like now. I didn't feel threatened like this morning, but instead became more curious about the story of who he was. I sat facing him, waiting for Castor to continue his story.

"Listen, Godiva. I will never hurt you, because the bond I made with you will always make me protect you."

I shook my head. I should be afraid of him, but that's not how I feel. Now I even trust him because he took me to his house and treated my wounds.

"Damn it, you and the scent of your body, I can't resist."

I was still confused by his words just now. I just cleaned my body with the soap that was provided in the bathroom of this room. I guess it's a common fragrance used by people.

I even sniffed my own body to be sure. I did like the scent. I chose the chamomile scent over the two bottles with other scent variants. I convinced myself that everyone would like the gentle scent.

I looked at Castor, who closed his eyes. He clenched his hands into fists and growled softly. I stayed where I was, staring at him with hundreds of questions in my head.

"I just used the soap in the bathroom."

"You're making me drunk, Godiva."

"Is your head spinning?"

"Huh? How ridiculous, of course not. I want to... f*****g s**t! I need to get some fresh air. We'll talk later."

I was wide-eyed when he left the room. Castor was a strange person. Now I can understand it because he's not human, and it makes me keep touching my chest to normalize my racing heartbeat.

I had to ask myself, How did I become fascinated with a creature I had only seen in movies before? Was there really no distance between humans and fantasy creatures?

I exhaled roughly. It seemed that Castor was not the only one who needed some fresh air, but me as well. So I walked to the windows and opened one of them.

"Ah, so refreshing."

I liked the window design in this room. I could sit on the edge of it and gaze down at the large courtyard. Illuminated by the full moon, I saw two men wearing tight black leather jackets and long pants walking leisurely.

I could hear the laughter of one of them and the cynical face of his companion. They and Castor would have looked like ordinary human beings if Castor had not revealed his true identity. I couldn't even tell them apart in human form.

I thought I should be able to accept the reality of what was happening. The fresh breeze had made me think a lot and consider the best possibility if I accepted the fate Castor had told me. After feeling the fresh breeze for almost half an hour, I closed the window without moving the cream-colored curtains that framed it.

I also turned off the room's main light, whose switch was right beside the door. I walked over to the bed and immediately laid down. I finally let out a big yawn and felt the exhaustion creeping up my body.

"Good night, world. May I become a happy new person tomorrow," I said, encouraging myself.

I closed my eyes slowly. I could still hear the sounds of nighttime animals coming from the forest outside. When I heard the wolf howl, I immediately thought of Castor.

"Could it be him?"

I kept my eyes closed and pulled the blanket over my head. Not long after, I seemed to hear a door creak. I didn't dare open the blanket to confirm it.

I prayed silently that it wasn't an evil werewolf that wanted to bite me. I doubted it was Castor because he said he wanted to go out for some fresh air. I continued to grip the pillow and blanket simultaneously.

"Godiva?"

I was relieved after hearing Castor's voice calling me. I pulled back the blanket and saw the figure of him, who had changed into a white T-shirt and shorts, although it was not very clear because it was only relying on the moonlight coming in through the window. I was about to ask him a question, but his hand was already covering my mouth.

"I want you to be quiet and not say much. I want to be here tonight."

I nodded. He broke his promise not to touch me, but I wasn't angry. Instead, I felt pleasure from his touch.

Castor had already removed his hand from my mouth, replacing it with a sighing, demanding kiss. I frowned because his kiss felt different, but I was already lulled by his tongue inside my mouth.

For the first time, I became bold and moved closer to him first. I felt the warmth of his body clinging to my chest. I sighed after saying Castor's name.

Castor buried his head in my chest. He played with his mouth until it left a wet spot on my T-shirt. This is crazy! I almost moaned Castor's name when he slipped his fingers up my skirt past the fabric framing my thighs.

"I..."

"I said don't make a sound!"

I obeyed. I pressed my lips together and gripped the sleeve of his T-shirt. I could feel the wetness of my intimate parts.

The sensation was so intense that I was tingling with something that wanted to burst out of me. I held back the sighing sound of my own. It's so hard to do when my brain can't work normally.

I felt Castor move his hand away from mine. I couldn't see his face clearly due to the lack of lighting, but I felt the lines of his face through the touch of my hand on his face.

"You like it?"

I nodded. After that, Castor intensified his touch on every sensitive spot on my body. I almost went crazy from the sensation.

I felt my underwear moving away from my waist and slowly toward my toes. I didn't feel any barriers anymore. Likewise, my T-shirt had slipped off my body.

I felt pressure on my chest, wet and squishy. As I lowered my face, I felt Castor's head with his hair between my fingers, already fully immersed in my breasts.

I savored his every touch and kept going until it was his that broke through my last defense. It hurt, but it also felt good until I lifted my head. I dug my nails into his bare back until I heard him groan under his breath.

For the next few minutes, only a thin sigh escaped me and a stifled growl from his mouth that was close to my face. We did it for the first time after a rough day. I lay exhausted on the bed as Castor pulled his body away from mine.

"You got me drunk, Godiva," he said with his breath still coming in.

"You said it earlier," I whispered.

"Did I?"

"Yes. You said my scent made you unable to resist."

"Really? My brother, Castor, told you that."