Her Brother, Her Mate

Mark POV

“I want our bond back.”

Mitch’s words resonate inside me. Just a few days ago, I was desperate to win favor with our mate. He may have rejected her, but with his past trauma, I can understand why the i***t did what he did. He can be irrational when triggered, and I can see why the confrontation with Suzie would trigger him.

It’s entirely up to Hadley, but I hope she gives him another chance. I can feel in her that she wants to. She still cares for him. She tried to hide it, but I could tell throughout the day that her thoughts were drifting off, thinking about him.

Mitch and I will always share a connection. I can feel it through the magic that now resides in me. Mitch and I are connected in a way that is much like the mate bond. I can feel the current of power flowing between us. If I focus on the sensation, I can almost control it, giving him more energy, or taking energy from him to fuel the magic resting inside my core.

I thought I felt a pull from him earlier, and then a wave of more power. I guess I did really feel it after hearing what happened to him tonight and what he did. He was taking it from me to kill that b***h. Good. That’s what our magic is for. To defend and protect our mate.

The k****s I shared with Hadley all day increased my magic, like dad said it would, but I didn’t realize how much of a rush it would be each and every time. The magic that I felt running through me after the bonds were broken doesn’t compare to the magical rush I get every time my lips meet hers. When we finally do mate, and truly become one, I can only imagine how intense it will be.

Mitch doesn’t know the feel of her lips yet, and I do. I’ve had Hadley to myself for the last 24 hours. If she is willing, I think it’s time to share her with her other mate.

“Sugar, I know you still want him. You’ve been doing a good job hiding it and denying it, but I can tell you miss his bond too. He’s part of your soul, just like you are half of ours. You don’t have to forgive him right away. I know how badly it hurt you, but I do think you should at least consider letting him mark you so you can repair the bond.”

Mitch seemed surprised for a second, and tears started to fill his eyes. “Thank you,” he mind linked me, then turned his attention back to Hadley, who was chewing her bottom l*p, thinking deeply about what to do.

“I do miss the bond,” she admits, “but it hurt, Mitchel. It still hurts. It’s like a piece of me broke away inside, the shards of the impact still stabbing in the center of my belly. I don’t want to go through that pain again. I can’t.”

“You won’t, Hadley. You won’t. I promise. I will do whatever I have to to get you to forgive me and to repair the damage I caused. I just want the opportunity to be your mate again.”

Her teeth graze over that bottom l*p, and I want nothing more than to bite it myself. The way Mitch is watching the movement of her mouth, I can tell he wants to as well. Their bond may be broken, but that doesn’t make her any less enticing.

“Does marking me mean biting me?” she asks. This is what she was most nervous about. I didn’t have a chance to talk to my brother about doing something to show her ownership over us, on account of him being an a*****e last night, but I have an idea I want to run by him later, that will hopefully make Hadley feel more secure in the mate bond after the marking.

“It does, but it won’t hurt,” Mitch reassures her, just like I told her last night.

Hadley nods, then looks at me, “I was going to tell you tonight that I wanted to complete the bond. I wanted you to mark and mate me. Something kept holding me back, though. Do you think that this is why?”

I shrugged, a smile growing on my face hearing her confession. She wants to mate me. That makes me so happy to hear. “Maybe because we are both your mates, we are supposed to mate and mark you together.”

It may be a Gemini twin thing. We are both tied to each other and her. We are meant to share power and magic, which means we are meant to share Hadley. She is the vital connection between us. We both need her.

Hadley turns in my lap, and I loosen my arms around her waist, watching her as she looks at him, the wheels turning inside her pretty little head. She wants him. I can feel it. She is just scared of being hurt again.

I kissed her shoulder, then stood, holding her in my arms, Hadley startling in surprise at the sudden movement and gripping my shoulders for support. I sat down on the couch beside my brother, Mitch watching us, wondering what it was I was doing.

“You want him, sugar. I know you do. It doesn’t have to be complicated. You own us. Both of us. We are yours. Once he marks you, and once I mark you, it’s game over for both of us. You will hold all the power over the two of us. That will permanently seal both our fates to you.”

She scrunches up her adorable face in confusion, “I thought it was the other way around?”

“You are not a wolf, Hadley,” Mitch tells her, “You will feel that bond, but not the animalistic desires behind it. You will be our reason for everything in life. Our lives will be entirely at your mercy.”

“And I just have to let you both bite me?”

“Mark you, yes,” I smiled, kissing the spot on her neck I hope will very soon hold my mark.

“That’s it?” she tilts her face, looking back and forth between us hesitantly.

“Well, the bond solidifies after we mate you. After having s*x,” Mitch tells her, his hands flexing in his lap, itching to touch her the way I am right now.

Hadley’s cheeks showed a delicious blush, and her thighs tightened slightly in my lap. I can faintly smell her arousal. It’s intoxicating. Like her honey and lavender scent, only sharper. I know Mitch can smell it too. His nostrils are flaring and his entire body is flexing with the urge to touch her.

“Can Mitch mark you, sugar?” I asked, kissing her neck, using my bond with her and the sparks and tingles to make this easier for her to give into. She wants it. She admitted it herself. She is just scared of the unknown.

She nods, a shiver moving down her body, making my d**k twitch in my pants. She turns to look at Mitch, longing and l**t in her eyes. I kissed her neck one final time, then passed her to him. He eagerly takes her into his lap, burying his face into her silky hair as a strangled whimper leaves him.

“Thank you,” he sobs, “Thank you, Hadley. I’ll make sure you never regret this. I love you. I love you so much.”

His emotion is raw, desperate, and the relief of her giving in to her desires, his desires, and accepting him again has him crying on her shoulder from the impact of her acceptance.

She traces her fingers across the stubble on his face, then pulls him away from her shoulder, tears filling her own eyes as she stares back at his crying face. “Don’t hurt me again.”

“Never,” he rasped, returning the smile that was now playing on her lips before leaning forward, pulling her closer so their lips finally touched.

Because of the broken bond between them, there is a faint stabbing pain in my chest which I ignore, knowing soon it will be gone. The power flowing into me from my connection with my brother as his mouth moves against hers numbs the pain, soothing it and filling me with peace and contentment.

I give them a moment, knowing they need a few minutes to bond before we both mark her, but the urge starts to become overwhelming. I need to mark her. I need to claim my mate.

I shift on the couch, kneeling behind her as she deeply k****s my brother, brushing the hair from her shoulder, peppering k****s along her nape and making her gasp. Mitch opens his eyes, watching me. Understanding passes between us, he nods slightly, signaling he’s ready. Ready to claim her with me.

He kissed her jaw, Hadley threw her head back, giving into the sparks from my lips and the pleasure from his. She’s ready.

I massage her soft flesh with my tongue, my canines slipping out, skimming against her skin, making her whimper. I feel it when the time is right. Mitch is there with me, as ready as I am, ready at the other side of her slim neck.

She cries out as both our teeth sink into her, not in pain, but from the pleasure our venom brings her as our DNA spreads into her bloodstream, solidifying our bond and tying her fully to us. I can feel it in my soul, it is now whole and complete, my heart swelling and shivers wracking my body as the tether to her snaps into place.

Not just my tie to her, but my gemini bond with my brother pulses, power passing and flowing between us as we siphon magic from our mate, the magic flowing between us, growing more and more with each circuit. It’s euphoric, a rushing wave of pleasure, like an intense high.

I release my teeth from my mate’s beautiful neck, licking away her b***d from my mark, my tongue buzzing from the vitality in it.

Hadey is gyrating her h**s against Mitch, his hands gripping her to slow her movements as he licks his mark on her other shoulder clean.

I turned her face to me, my lips hungrily devouring hers, swallowing her m***s and whimpers. She wants us, and I sure as hell want her.

“Do you want us, sugar? Do you want us to complete the bond?”

“Yes!” she begs, still delirious from us marking her, “I want you. Both of you. Now.”