MATED TO FATHER, FATED TO SONS Chapter 108: THEIR PERFECT GIRL

RYKER

I pulled the blindfold off her eyes after a two hour drive through winding back roads, and revealed the old cabin that stood before us, completely lit up with what must have been at least fifty candles flickering warmly in the windows.

The light spilled out into the darkness surrounding us, creating an almost ethereal glow.

There was a sturdy wooden center table with four chairs positioned around it, and a large bed with dark sheets against the far wall. Shelves lined one wall, filled with old books we had collected over the years, their spines worn and faded from countless readings.

I watched Amaris carefully as she took in the view, her amber eyes wide as they swept across the space with clear appreciation. It was a surprisingly neat cabin considering we were two n who had built it ourselves with our own hands, and I felt an odd flicker of pride at her obvious admiration.

She glanced at and then at Rowan standing beside . "Whose place is this?"

"Ours," Rowan responded simply. "We built it years ago, away from the pack, to just have a private place where we could hide out when we needed to escape everything."

She smiled, clearly impressed, taking gentle careful steps forward to touch the smooth surface of the wooden table with her fingertips, tracing the grain. Then her eyes fell on the large bed dominating the space and she imdiately looked sowhere else quickly, her cheeks flushing pink.

"It is so beautiful," she said softly. "I love it."

"I am glad you do," Rowan said, his voice warm with genuine pleasure.

I moved to the old wooden cabinet in the corner and pulled open the creaky door, reaching for an old bottle of wine I had stashed there years ago during one of our many rendezvous to this place. The bottle was dusty but intact, exactly where I left it.

I looked at Rowan and his eyes imdiately glistened with recognition as the mory of those old carefree days flooded back to both of us simultaneously, when things were simpler.

"I was really hoping that it would still be here," I admitted, brushing the dust off the faded label.

I took out three glasses from the shelf and set them on the table with soft clinks.

Amaris spoke up quickly. "I don’t drink alcohol."

I looked at her with a knowing smile. "Trust , you are going to want to tonight."

I poured the deep red wine into each glass, the liquid catching the candlelight beautifully, and set them down on the table. Rowan, Amaris and I all sat down at the table together, the wood creaking slightly under our combined weight.

We gulped down the wine slowly, savoring the rich taste that had aged well.

Amaris set her glass down carefully and said, "So I wanted to ask sothing."

I could already tell from her hesitant tone that it was going to be an innocent nervous question and I bit my lips hard to suppress the laugh that was already threatening to burst out without even knowing what she was going to ask.

Rowan leaned forward slightly across the table. "What is the question?"

She bit her full bottom lip nervously and asked softly, almost shyly, "Would you two be taking turns with or..."

She stuttered slightly and then continued, "Or would it be both of you together at the sa ti?"

Rowan glanced at but I deliberately did not respond, enjoying watching him squirm slightly with the responsibility of answering.

Rowan frowned at for not helping and then told her directly, "It would not be taking turns. It has to happen at the sa ti for this to work properly with the bond."

Amaris swallowed visibly, her throat moving. "Oh."

"Are you nervous?" I asked her, studying her face carefully for any sign of panic or regret.

She looked at , her eyes darting back and forth between mine. "Not exactly nervous but..."

She did not complete her sentence, trailing off uncertainly.

"You can say anything to us Amaris," Rowan assured her gently. "That is why we brought you here, so you would feel safe enough to be completely honest."

I leaned back in my chair casually. "Just leave all the technical details to us. Take it as we are just having fun together. Can you do that?"

She nodded slowly.

"Have you two done this before?" she asked suddenly, then quickly added, "I an with other girls?"

I looked at Rowan and he t my eyes briefly before responding.

"No, not really like this exactly," Rowan said honestly. "But we have had sex in the sa room with different partners before. Just like I said earlier, take it as we are all just having fun together and enjoying each other. Nothing more complicated than that."

She took another sip of her wine, the glass trembling slightly in her hand, and then looked at both of us. She glanced outside where it was already completely dark, the full moon hanging heavy and silver in the night sky.

"So how does this actually work? How do we start?"

I stood up slowly from my chair and walked deliberately around the table until I was standing directly behind her. I stretched forth my hand to her, palm up in invitation.

She looked at Rowan as if seeking his permission or reassurance.

He nodded encouragingly at her.

She took my outstretched hand and I pulled her up smoothly from her chair. I held her chin firmly, tilting her face up to look directly at .

"Until the break of dawn, you will be our perfect girl," I stated, my voice dropping lower and more commanding. "And you will do everything that we say without question or hesitation."

She nodded.

"No," I corrected imdiately. "I want you to use your words Amaris. Say it out loud so I know you understand."

"Yes," she whispered.

I tilted her chin up a bit more, my grip tightening just slightly. "Yes what, Amaris?"

"Yes, I will be your perfect little girl and do as I am told," she said, her voice stronger now.

"Good," I praised, feeling satisfaction course through .