Mates with the twin brothers

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Chapter 8:

After I had that moment with Stiles I wandered back inside to continue the meeting.

"And so we must figure out why that rouge was on our territory and if there are more of them" I said in a authorities voice and everyone nodded

"Yes, and we will need to sort out guarding duty and create cycles" Stiles put in helpfully and my dad nodded solemn. He's still upset about our fight but I don't give a damn. Stuart put his arm around me "we also need to make sure my little mate stays safe" he said smiling at me and kissing my forehead.

There was a growl across the room a Stiles was there eyes dark "you mean my mate" he bit out waltzing over to where we stood. He took my hand and pulled me to his chest and Stuart pulled me back "um guys can we not do this right now?"

"I agree boys stop fighting we need to get done with this meeting I have a prior engagement to get to" my dad said "and what would that be?" Stuart asked

" I'm meeting with a neighboring pack to see if they'll form an alliance with us just in case we still don't know if there are more rouges out there"

"Oh, that's a good Idea see that's why your alpha" Stiles put in grinning and my dad grunted in response.

"Okay, back on topic people!" I shouted, everyone in the room looked at me in surprise "what?" They just shook there heads and continued talking and I listened intently adding stuff in here and there.

The meeting went on like that for an hour or so before it was over.

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" meeting dismissed" I announced as everyone shuffled out of the room I began gathering all the documents.

I bended over the table to reach for the last document when suddenly Stiles hand made its way on my butt and I froze "what are you doing?" I asked cautiously, my parents where right out side not to mention Stuart.

"Nothing.." He answered his voice husky.

My heart started to race and I'm sure he could hear it. "Stiles I don't know what your thinking but we can't do anything. Not here." I said quietly so the people speaking outside the door wouldn't hear me.

"But I'm not doing anything" Stiles whispered leaning forward kissing my neck

"Yet."

My breath hitched and I gulped. Yet?

The heat from his hand burned through my skirt and into my skin. Every muscle in my body tensed, and it felt like my insides were liquefying. What the hell was he doing? My brain screamed at me to push his hand off, to tell him we can't do this not here not now. but my body had other ideas. My nipples hardened, and I clenched my jaw in response. Traitor nipples.

While my heart pounded in my chest, at least half a minute passed, and neither of us said anything as his hand moved down to my thigh, caressing. Our breathing and the muted noise of the chatter outside the door were the only sounds in the still air of the conference room.

"Turn around, Ashley ." His quiet voice broke the silence and I straightened my back, eyes facing forward. Slowly I turned, his hand skimming across me and sliding to my hip. I could feel the way his hand spread from his fingertips on my lower back all the way to where his thumb pressed against the soft skin just in front of my hipbone. I looked up to meet his eyes, which looked intently back at me.

I could see his chest rising and falling, each breath deeper than the last. A muscle twitched in his sharp jaw as his thumb began to move, slowly sliding back and forth, his eyes never leaving mine. He was waiting for me to stop him; there had been plenty of time for me to shove him away, or simply turn and leave. But I had too many feelings to sort out before I could react. I had never felt this way. I wanted to slap him for being so stupid and risky and then pull him up by his shirt and lick his neck.

"What are you thinking?" he whispered, eyes somehow both mocking and anxious.

"I'm still trying to figure that out."

With those eyes still locked to mine, he began to slide his hand lower. His fingers ran down my thigh, to the hem of my skirt. He moved it up so his fingertips traced the strap of my garter belt, the lace edge of one thigh-high stocking. A long finger slipped beneath the thin fabric and pulled it down slightly. I sucked in a sharp breath, feeling suddenly like I was melting from the outside in.

How could I be letting this happen my parents and Stuart are right outside! I still wanted to slap him, but now, more than that, I wanted him to keep going. The heavy ache between my legs was building. He reached the edge of my panties and slipped his fingers under the fabric. I felt him slide against my skin and graze my clit before pushing his finger inside me, and I bit my lip trying, unsuccessfully, to stifle my groan. When I looked up at him, beads of sweat were forming on his brow.

"Fuck," he growled quietly. "You're wet." His eyes fell closed and he seemed to be waging the same internal battle I was. I glanced down at him and could see him straining against the smooth fabric of his pants. Without opening his eyes, he withdrew his finger and fisted the thin lace of my panties in his hand. He was shaking as he looked up at me, lust clear in his expression. In one quick movement he tore them off, the rip of the fabric echoing in the silence.

He pulled my hips roughly, lifting me up onto the cold table and spreading my legs in front of him.

Just then the door opened and Stuart walked in.
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Dun dun dun!

Ha left y'all high and dry sorry lol XD

I decided to update again per request of a friend and so here it is and hope you liked it sorry it's short

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