Damn! My Mate Is My Biggest Enemy's Twin Brother

As I walked through the front door, my mom's eyes widened in concern. "Haven, what happened to you? You're covered in bruises!"

Oops! I had forgotten today her night shift started a bit late. I could have used the back door then came down after hiding my injuries with something but now it was too late.

I forced a smile, not wanting to worry her. "I'm fine, Mom. Just a little accident at school."

But her expression told me she wasn't buying it at all. She gently touched my cheek, her eyes filled with guilt. "I'm so sorry, sweetie. I feel like I'm failing you. If I were a better mom, you wouldn't have to suffer like this."

I interrupted her firmly, placing my own palms on her cheek, not wanting her to blame herself. "Mom, stop. You're an amazing mom. This has nothing to do with you."

She looked uncertain, but then a small smile appeared on her gorgeous face. My mom was a stunning woman, with a radiant presence that could light up a room. Her face was heart shaped, with high cheekbones and a pointed chin. Her skin was a smooth like a baby's, her hair golden blonde cascading down her back in nice long waves, framing her face perfectly, Her eyes were a deep, soulful brown, filled with kindness and warmth. They sparkled with a gentle light, making me feel safe and loved whenever she looked at me.

But it was her smile that truly made her an angel. It was a gorgeous, bright smile that could light up even the darkest rooms. Her lips would curve upwards, revealing a hint of mischief and warmth, making me feel like everything was going to be okay. I guess this was the reason my Lycan dad couldn't help falling for this wonderful human.

"I've been dating someone lately. He's really nice and charming. I think you'll like him."

I was surprised since for the last 9 years dad was gone, I had never seen her even talk to any male but I was also happy for her. She was finally taking the baby steps to moving on. "That's great, Mom! I'm glad you're happy."

I thought that was all, so I grabbed my bag and started to climb the stairs to my room but then I heard her ask, "By the way, how are the Blackwood twins treating you? Are they nice to you?"

I hesitated, not wanting to think about Aamon's stupid claim. "They're.fine," I muttered, trying to brush it off.

Just then, my phone buzzed with a request for an update on my novel. "Mom, I have a lot of homework to do, can we talk about this later?" I said, trying to sound as convincing as possible.

My mom nodded understandingly, "Okay, love but you must have come down for dinner. Am making your favourite spaghetti and meatballs."

"Yayy!" I squealed, not wanting her to think I wasn't excited about the meal.

She came over and kissed me on the forehead, her lips warm and gentle. "I love you, sweetie. We'll talk later."

I smiled, feeling a mix of relief. "Love you too, Mom," I replied, hugging her briefly before heading to my room.

As I closed the door behind me, I felt a sense of relief. I could finally focus on my novel. I jumped into my personal workspace, opened my computer and smiled brightly at the sticker on my screen, "my desk, my rules" this always helped keep my mom away from touching my things.

I opened the comment section, scrolled through the comments. They were only getting worse.

"Everything about this story feels faked, who would wish to spend their money on this, trash."

Another comment said "Come to me, sweet heart, I'll give you something real to write about,"

My heart broke into a billion pieces all over again and Ember's words on the E board from a few days, echoed in my mind, "Haven, the most unsexy she wolf alive, that makes people least interested in sex."

Could she be right? Was I really that uninteresting?

So many things flooded my mind, Ryder's cruel humiliation, Aamon's sudden claim of me being his mate. And how I had kissed goodbye to the only way of losing my virginity and improve on my writing skills, I was so screwed.

"I'm so screwed. I'll never be good enough. I'll never be able to write something that people will like."

My mind was like a jumble of negative thoughts, each one feeding into the next. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of self doubt, unable to escape the crushing weight that just kept on getting heavier. I slumped back in my chair, feeling defeated.

I let out a depressed sigh, my frustration was at the boiling point now. I raked my fingers through my hair in frustration. Without thinking I opened my chat window with Eros. This was a habit I had developed over the past few months, whenever I was stressed, felt stuck or confused about something, I would seek her cormfort.

"Hey, Eros" I typed. "Am having the worst writer's block ever. Have you read the comments on my new book. My writing is terrible, they said it's faked. I feel like a total failure, right now." I hit send and waited for Eros's reply, I was anxious to get a reply, I really needed someone to talk to.

My friend contact list section was empty , all I had was Eros.

"Haven, relax," the response came in quick just as I wanted. "I read the comments too, they are pretty harsh, not nice at all. Am sorry if they are getting to you sweetheart?"

"Yeah! Those comments hurt pretty much. They said I don't know what am writing about, even one pervert suggested I go to them for sex. Am starting to have doubts about writing. Maybe I wasn't meant for this."

"Don't listen to them, I personally think your writing is unique, I like the way you use your imagination. It's pretty cool if you ask me."

Eros's words managed to make me smile amidst the rough situation I was in, her words always did that for me.

"I don't know, Eros, I think am going to die a virgin."

"I understand how you feel sweetheart," Eros sent, then another message popped on my screen following the first one. "But that doesn't mean you can't explore pleasure in other ways."

I rose an eyebrow, not quite understanding what Eros was saying. "What do you mean? Are there other ways to find pleasure besides having sex."

"Well, duh! Ofcourse. There are many ways. Have you ever considered using toys."

"Toys how? Infact my mom gave them all away to the orphanage last month"

My text was followed by laughing emojis. I wondered what I had said wrong that had made Eros laugh.

"Am not saying those kind of toys," she replied. "Am saying adult toys they are better than men." Her messege was followed by a link. "Check this out. It might help you understand what I mean."

I felt a blush rise to my cheeks after I clicked on the link. It showed various items which the women in the video called toys but they were unlike the toys I knew at all, the ones I used to play with when I was little.

A lot of women made testimonials about how amazing these so called toys were. There was even a short rushed clip on the advert about how they were used, the women were moaning like crazy, I definitely wanted to feel what they felt. I had to try it.

I couldn't believe that I was actually browsing a website for adult toys. My face burned with embarrassment, but I couldn't help feeling curious. Eros's words echoed in my mind, "Am going to place an order for you, so you won't have to worry about your mom finding out. Just say the word and I'll do it."

If this was really going to help with my writing then I had no choice but do it.

As I scrolled through the site, I saw various products that made me blush even harder.

I hesitated, my finger hovering over the the "Yes" I had written. What if someone found out? Most especially mom. She would murder me. What if I was making a mistake?

But then I remembered those awful comments. I took a deep breath, plus Eros was going to make the order on my behalf so mom will never find out about the toys. I bit my lip and sent the "Yes" to Eros.

I quickly closed my laptop, my heart racing. I still couldn't believe I had done it. I fell into my queen sized bed, decided to have some rest as I waited for the orders Eros was going to make for me.

It didn't take long before my delivery arrived. I rushed to my room, locked myself in, even though mom was at the hospital, my mom was a workaholic so I got plenty of alone time.

I unwrapped the delivery and took out what was known as a dildo according to the receipt I was given. I wasn't sure how to use this thing as Eros hadn't told me how, so I started by taking off my clothes. I lay down on my bed naked as I was born and put fingers into myself as I saw the women in the video do.

I picked up the toy from the floor and shoved it into my virgin hole. My whole body felt so excited. As my pussy got more and more used to it, I sat fully on it and swallowed up it's all size in me.

"goddd!" I moaned in pleasure, I had never felt this so good in my whole life.

As I rode my brand new toy, I found myself licking my fingers, lubing them up with my own spit.

I continued to bounce on this miracle worker, with my other hand, I was pinching and twisting my nipples until they became red and swollen. I never knew experimenting my pleasure would feel this good. I wish Eros had told me earlier.

I reached for the extra thank you for shopping with us gift, I wasn't sure how Eros got this, maybe she was a regular customer of theirs. The box I had taken it from, had the words vibrator on it. I was so ready to see how it vibrated.

The vibration was too much for me to handle, it slipped out of my hands and started to completely tear up my insides bringing me to what I think they call the highest peak (climax)

"Ahhhh," I moaned into the pillow, not wanting the neighbors to hear as they would immediately tell Mom about it.

"Ahhhh," this time it came out louder as I felt the a shockwave of ectasy and satisification go through my body. This was the best feeling ever.

After, I took out the toys from my cunt and it was flowing with my pussy juices. Just as I was about to get off the bed, to go have a shower, a gentle night breeze blew through my open window, My curtains fluttered open, and I looked up to find myself face to face with those breathtaking green eyes, they were like two emeralds glittering from his dark room, it was like they could see right through my soul, Aamon Blackwood!!!

My heart skipped a beat as our eyes met across the distance. I felt a wave of panic wash over me.

Had he seen everything? I tried to sit up, to cover myself, but it was too late.