The Rogue Anthology

Appendix 9 - His Mute Luna and Accepting My Twin Mates (no spoilers given)

~ The amusing spectacle Grace made of herself at Two Moons Pack, mentioned in chapter 17 of AMTM and epilogue II of HML ~

Grace

I checked over my reflection in the mirror, fluffing out the layers of my dress and wondering whether I had gone too far with my risqué outfit this time.

'Not nearly enough,' Gardenia snubbed, as enthusiastic as I was to have to spend an evening around Luna Qamar and the others that looked down at me for once being a rogue. 'If it were up to me, I would strut in there naked with only ivy wrapped around our leg. And that would only be because our mate would get to unwrap it later.'

'I want to cause a stir, not give them cause to actually throw us out.'

She snuffed again, 'like these bourgeoisie dogs could take us.'

'Our mate has fought two wars, you want to give him a third?' I raised a mental eyebrow at my wolf.

She grumbled but remained silent, so I took that as a 'no' and hoped she would behave.

The dress I wore was a pale creamy gold in layers of sheer fabric with little flowers adorning the outer layer. The deep plunging neckline almost hit my navel and crossed over at my neck. My sleeves gathered at my wrists but ballooned out at the arm in a single sheer layer of the fabric. Where the fabric naturally gathered over my breasts, it just about hid my n*****s, but they weren't entirely obscured. The layers of my skirts fell to the floor and trailed behind me in a small train, with two hip-length slits at either side at the front.

I had been tempted to go without underwear, but George truly would have thrown a fit if I had. So, I settled for a very discreet flesh-toned lace thong that sat barely out of sight. My mate had learnt long ago that I was not to be controlled, or told what to do or wear and that I would, in no uncertain terms, put him in his place. Not that he minded my brand of discipline. That I couldn't be commanded, excited him.

I clipped my barefoot sandals in place, little more than a thin chain around my toe that led up to my ankle with little white flowers attached. They matched the ones in my hair, weaved into my Dutch braid crown.

The only thing left was the ivy to be wrapped around my leg. That could be a nice little reward for my Alpha.

Grabbing the leafy strand, I left the little dressing room closet and strode out into the bedroom where my dashing mate sat back in a chair waiting for me. All these years and he still took my breath away. His auburn curls draped across his forehead and his dark silver suit fit his broad chest perfectly.

'Screw the party,' Gardenia panted. 'We should stay here and screw him.'

'We can do both.'

"I thought you said you only needed five min-" his head finally turned to see me and his jaw dropped. His deep brown eyes swirled black and a throaty growl rumbled his chest. "f**k, you look delicious."

"You don't care that other males can see so much of me?" I swayed my hip and undulated my body for him.

"Oh, it's gonna drive me insane and I'll probably want to murder someone. But only I get to taste it," he grasped my hips, pulling me between his knees.

I slapped his hands off and shoved him back into the armchair with my foot squarely placed in the centre of his chest.

"You only get to taste if you're a good boy," I handed him the ivy vine. "You can start with that."

He slowly began wrapping the vine around my leg, purposely taking his time to slowly brush his fingertips along my skin and inner thigh. The end stuck to my flesh with a little body tape, ready to be ripped free when my mate ravaged me later.

His fingers danced along the little lace string of my thong, his lips curling into a devilish smirk.

"I'm surprised you wore anything underneath at all," he slipped under the fabric, caressing my slit and just nudging my clit.

"And here I thought you'd pout if I were fully naked underneath," I straddled his waist but gripped his hand to keep him against me, guiding his hand to plunge within me. "I can take them off if you'd like?"

"Leave them," he groaned. "I'll rip them off later with my teeth."

I surged forward and claimed his lips, colliding my tongue around his.

'You tell me when we're done socialising and I'll kiss him,' I grabbed his crotch, palming him to rigid life.

I climbed off of him once I had worked him up, leaving him panting and wanting more. It was a game I loved to play with him and it always ensured we left a party early when it grew tedious. He tried to stand, nearly tripping in his dazed state and turning to his adorable bright red complexion. Like this, my Morgan was his spitting image.

'Mom, dad, are we going or what?' My baby boy Callum complained.

'We're getting kinda hungry. Are you nearly ready?' My baby, Cameron, asked.

'Yes! We're coming now,' I was instantly rushing to the door.

'We were busy canoodling when our babies were wasting away!' My wolf was beside herself with worry.

I had gone without so many times in my life as a rogue before my parents and I settled with our wiccan Family. I promised myself that my pups would never know what hunger was, or fear, or the cold. They would receive nothing but my entire love whenever I saw them.

When I opened the door, I caught my two little imps scuffling in the hallway.

“...Too weak. You need to carry me, bro,” Cal slumped over his twin, who appeared to have been waiting patiently and sat in a chair.

“Get… off!” My Cam tried to push him back. “Mom! Tell hi-” he stilled, mid-shove his eyes widening before clenching shut. “What are you wearing?!”

Cal stopped to turn and immediately looked away, “oh my goddess! Mom, we can see everything!”

“Oh, hush. You’ve seen more on the full moon fires at the wiccan commune,” I pulled Cal off of his brother and straightened out his ruffled jacket.

“And that’s way too much,” Cam muttered under his breath and unsuccessfully tried to stop me from brushing his hair back neatly.

There would come a day when they would miss my fuss and attention.

We made our way down the stairs with my two boys trailing behind. I never did like bringing my family to this pack. However, Alpha Isaac and Luna Qamar, the leaders of this pack, had their own set of twins, Astennu and Badru, about Cal and Cam’s age and I knew the four of them got along. Usually, with matters pertaining to Two Moons, George would go on his own, not wanting to expose any of us to the rogue prejudice here. But I wasn’t about to let him face this alone; he had done enough of that in his life, though it could be frustrating getting that man to accept help. My Michael was busy at home with his mate, Lisa. I was hoping after this time I may have a grandpup soon, but I knew of the struggles Lisa had with her fertility. I never brought up the subject and if they adopted I would love their little miracle just as much. Morgan didn't care for this pack at all and took a particular slight at their stance on rogues. He never did take prejudice lightly. He was none too keen on the twin heirs of this pack either, but I could tell Astennu and Badru just needed a little maturity. My Morgan could be so serious at times and rather harsh, so much like his father.

“We're gonna raid the food table,” my Cam tried to look innocent, but I knew that little glint in his twin’s eyes.

“If you meet a handsome young man or a pretty girl, please be gentlemen and woo them first!” I shouted behind their backs as they took off, not caring for the stares I earned.

“You shouldn't encourage them,” George disapproved. I knew he wanted them to slow down and begin waiting for their mate.

Personally, I saw no harm in them wanting to experiment with whoever they wished. Though I would admit, they could get carried away at times and blow through partners faster than candy.

“Quit grumbling. I wasn’t your first, and you know how wild I used to be, so just let them have fun.”

I was certainly no virgin when I met George and had had my share of men and women, sometimes multiple at once.

“Let's go try to mingle,” he uttered, changing the subject, and pulled me further into the grand events hall.

The first two faces I saw, I would recognise anywhere; Astennu and Badru. Their wonderful golden skin and ebony hair, paired with the most luminous deep sapphire eyes were always the most enchanting features, even as tiny pups. My George was busy elsewhere, talking to an Alpha from California, a pack we did get along with.

“Haven't you two grown! Such beautifully handsome young Alphas,” I cupped both their cheeks. They looked so taken aback, I often forgot how stuffy this pack was. “How old are you now?”

“Uh, 23 in November,” I think it was Astennu who replied. If I remembered correctly, he smelt similar to tree sap and his twin smelt a little spicier.

They used to be rather cocky and arrogant at times when they were younger. Good looking, popular and wanted for nothing, I was sure it went to their heads a little. I had seen how they had matured in recent years and watched as they had mingled more with people outside their pack, growing from it.

I noticed the two of them grow distracted for a split second, glancing elsewhere. Perhaps they were looking for my boys to have another set of twins to talk to.

“If you're looking for my Cal and Cam, they're eating all your pack’s food back there,” I inclined my head and finally spotted who it was that had actually caught their attention. A rather pretty and tall young blonde woman, classically beautiful and holding herself with an inner confidence and strength.

“Who's the pretty girl that's caught your eyes?” I teased, chuckling at Astennu’s sweet blush and the little grin from Badru. What confused me was how quickly their expressions slipped.

‘You didn't want to go after her?' I mind-linked, seeing the fleeting and painful looks on their faces and how they averted their eyes when she glanced at them with a scowl.

It was obvious. She did not like them. Though her blush that accompanied her glare was interesting.

‘No… she hates us,’ poor Badru looked positively mournful, triggering all my wolf’s mothering instincts to coddle his worries away.

‘Love and hate are a very fine line,’ I booped his nose, shocking him out of his woes. ‘And you're both such handsome good boys. How can anyone resist that?’

“You should run along. I know Cal and Cam will be happy to see you,” I beamed, hoping that would distract from their she-wolf sorrows.

George gripped my waist from behind, returning to my side, laughing. “They're not little pups,” he kissed my mark.

“Shut up and let me fuss!”

To say I raised a few eyebrows with my attire was an understatement. Scantily clad and barefoot, I was determined to live up to my title as the rogue vagabond hippy Luna that I knew Qamar called me behind my back. My mate had attempted to talk to Alpha Matías, from Opal Sun pack, again, but to no avail. He had come on his own and had completely avoided us. George made no further effort, muttering that ‘if he wanted to be a prick, then so be it’. I still had no idea what our pack had done to that Alpha. He had stormed off in such a thunderous mood with his son and daughter a few months ago.

Our meal was eaten, the conversation I was made to endure was dull and I was about at my fill for this party tonight. I noticed my Cameron laughing with a young she-wolf near the far end of the hall and Cal had vanished a while ago with a rather pretty and handsome young Omega about his age. Since they were occupied and entertained for the night, I could disappear with my own mate for our fun.

I sipped the remainder of my wine, taking another mouthful of the wonderful custard dessert and slid my hand under the table to George’s hand that rested on my knee. I inched him higher, subtly smirking and hoping he would catch on to what I wanted him to do. His hand grazed my thigh while he kept up conversation, never once dropping his concentration on either of his activities. I parted my legs wider, encouraging his fingers that played with the lacey hem of my thong. His fingertip circled my clit painfully slowly, sweeping across my entrance and back again. I moaned a little louder than I meant to when he thrust inside me, hitting as deep as he could reach.

“Sorry,” I chuckled, taking in the dirty grin on my mate’s face. “This dessert is just too good.”

‘Time to leave?’ George twisted my clit and massaged it back in a languid stroke.

‘We had better, otherwise, I’ll ride you right here at the table.’

George

“If you'll excuse us,” my wild rose pushed away from the table to stand. “I promised my Alpha something once we had finished mingling.”

“As subtle as ever, Luna Grace,” Qamar replied politely, but I heard the snide bite in her tone.

A growl from my wolf, Granite, stirred in my chest. I needn’t have worried. My wild rose could handle her own against the mightiest of Alphas.

“Oh, I'm sorry,” Grace smiled innocently, looking almost identical to our twin boys when they were about to create mischief. “I didn't mean to be subtle. I meant to be quite literal, in that I’m taking my mate to go devour his impressive cock.”

I stared at my Luna, my mouth hanging open. I was completely crimson. Yet she hadn't an ounce of blush to her face and continued to smile sweetly at the bystanders who wore a mix of mortified and scandalised expressions, especially Luna Qamar.

“Well, my Alpha?” Grace urged as I stood there awkwardly. “My panties aren't going to rip themselves off and you promised you'd use your teeth this time,” she batted her eyelashes at me.

‘Why are you rooted to the spot?’ My wolf gave me a mental shove. ‘Our queen demands a f*****g and a f*****g she's going to get.’

“Uh, looks like I've got something more important to do,” I said to no one in particular and sped away from the table after my angel.

‘It was a boring party anyway,’ Granite pawed in anticipation to sink his teeth into our mate.

She grabbed my hand and I let her pull me forwards. Once we were free of the onlookers of the hall, I threw her over my shoulder, making her laugh loudly in glee, and ran up the stairs to our guest room for the night. The meeting tomorrow would be interesting considering my exit. Those other Alphas could stew in their jealousy. I was about to have my balls drained by a goddess that knew how to play every inch of me into submission to her.

Grace flicked a single side lamp on in the bedroom. Our eyes locked in an intense stare with no words passing between us.

“Strip,” she finally commanded, sitting back on the bed and parting her legs slightly to show me my reward if I behaved.

Both Granite and I growled in compliance, knowing she loved the edge to our tone. I slipped my suit jacket off, not caring where it landed, and popped each of my shirt buttons open. Once I was fully naked in front of her, she ordered me forward and stood, so I could peel her dress away. I pushed her back onto the bed and crawled on top, kissing my way down her body. I devoured her breasts, flicking her n*****s with my tongue that had taunted me all evening. I traced my lips down her supple lines, kissing across her stomach, which had given me the four greatest gifts I could ever wish for.

I knelt back on my heels and unclipped her tiny petal chains from around her delicate ankles. The vine was my next target, slowly unwrapping her leg to caress each patch of unveiled skin. When I reached the top, I was so close to my reward. I trailed the tip of my tongue along the crease where her thigh met her hip, taking the tiny lace string in my teeth and pulling it slowly down her legs. I was about to lift her limbs over my shoulders and bury my face in her, but she stopped me.

“Not yet. Stand,” she propped herself up on her elbows.

Doing as I was told, so I’d receive my reward, I got to my feet and stood a couple of steps back.

“How much do you want me?” Her eyes flashed downward to my heavily leaking c**k. “Show me.”

I knew exactly what she wanted. Taking hold of myself, I slowly started up a rhythm, staring intently at my heavenly naked Luna.

“Are you imagining that's me?” She smirked.

“Yes, my Luna.”

“Would you like my mouth?” She scooted forward on the bed, keeping her legs apart for an uninterrupted view of my goal.

“Yes,” I breathed heavily, speeding up my hand. “Yes, my Luna.”

“Good boy,” my wild rose praised.

When she stood, I automatically slowed down, wanting her touch to replace mine.

“I didn't say stop. Keep going,” she narrowed her eyes.

I started up again, my breathing turning ragged and intense when she knelt in front of me, eyeing my rigid shaft that beaded with precum.

“Look at me, Alpha,” she demanded.

I met her unflinching gaze as I pleasured myself to her liking. Grace knocked my hand away and took me all the way to my hilt and deep into her throat, hollowing her cheeks with as much pressure as she could muster. I almost doubled over in the sheer euphoria from her mouth.

‘Don't you dare come yet,’ she sucked harder. ‘I have a very full night of demands from you.’

My hands gripped her hair, twirling the silk strands around my fingers and tugging with some force how she liked.

‘Yes, my Luna.’