Page 34 of Twisted Mates

She threads her fingers with mine and squeezes. “I’ve not felt very brave the last few days, but I think now I’m feeling strong enough to admit something I’ve been thinking about since Kai left.”

“Then say it. Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“If Kai officially rejects me, it doesn’t mean I won’t be desirable to someone else. Being rejected doesn’t necessarily mean it’s the end of the world for me. Right?”

I clear my throat and shift so I’m a bit closer to her. “No. It absolutely does not mean that. In fact, you should do that more often,” I say.

“What?”

“Say exactly what you’re thinking. It’s very attractive.”

“Is it? I was always told I talk too much.”

“No, it’s sexy.Reallysexy. You don’t need to worry about being desirable. Trust me.” I pull her so close that her leg drapes over mine and her head rests on my chest. She seems to need the contact and if I’m being honest, so do I.

Her fingers trace one of my tattoos across my chest, sending shivers down my spine.

“Try to contain yourself and not let your hands wander too far,” I say with a playful tone.

She looks up at me with several different emotions shining in her dark eyes, and I can’t deny that lust is one of them. I try to push that thought away before my body reacts, but I am losing that battle. Badly.

“What about you? Are you going to letyourhands wander?” she asks, sliding her calf between mine and hooking our ankles together.

I squeeze my eyes shut and my fingertips press into her upper arm. Forget about apples and serpents and naked beauties bathing on rooftops; Alexia is temptation in its purest form. She is the type of sin that would have men burning down the world for her. And I want to play in the fire.

My lips graze the top of her head as I ask, “And where would you want my hands to wander?”

I feel her lips turn up against my skin and she presses a kiss to my chest. “Wherever you want,” she breathes, and even though the words are quiet, I have no doubt that’s what she said.

“You’re killing me, Alexia.”

“I can always go to Kai’s room if I’m making you uncomfortable,” she teases, pretending to get out of bed.

My arms flex around her, refusing to let her go. My fingertips trail down her spine, and I stop at the exposed skin at her lower back where my t-shirt has ridden up. I set a steady rhythm, brushing back and forth. With each stroke, my hand slides around to her belly and little by little, my fingers slip under the waistband of her panties. The heat of her body entices me. I want to know if she is this warm everywhere.

Her legs part a little more, welcoming me to explore further. That voice of reason gets fainter as I move my palm over her pelvis, moving lower and lower. Damn, she is so warm, so soft. My fingers are aching to know if she’s wet too.

“Xander, please,” she whimpers.

I groan, easing my hand down just a bit further, the tip of my finger sliding across her slit. And of course—she’s soaked.

“This is so wrong, you know that, right?” I whisper against the shell of her ear, slipping my finger in a little further. “I mean, you’re technically still my brother’s mate.”

She lifts her leg over my thigh, pushing my finger deeper. “It feels so right, though, doesn’t it?” she answers, looking up at me and nipping my bottom lip between her teeth.

Part of me wants to confess that nothing has felt this right in my life, but I hold on to that last seed of reason. It is bound to flourish into a tangled vine of guilt, but I don’t care. I’ll dwell in that self-hatred if it means feeling her come apart around my fingers.

I press slow circles against her clit and whisper, “You feel so good.” I dip inside of her and my chest rumbles with a satisfied sound. She’s so wet and the way her body grips to me as I move in and out of her is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. I want to go deeper, fill her more, but I take my time enjoying what I know I’ll never feel again.

“Xander, don’t stop.” She arches her back, causing her full breasts to push against my chest. Her nipples are hard, and I want so badly to have them in my mouth.

I speed up my efforts and when she gasps for breath again, I can’t stop myself. I lean down, cupping her breast in my hand. I suck the hard peak through the thin fabric of the t-shirt—myt-shirt—leaving a damp spot as I switch to the other.

When her breath hitches and her thighs squeeze my hand, it’s clear that she won’t last long. I want to toy with her, drag this out as long as possible. But more than that, I need to see what she looks like coming apart. And when I bite down on her nipple, she grips my fingers, drenching my hand.

No sunset. No clear night sky. No full moon is as gorgeous as the sight above me. Her arched neck and parted pink lips are stunning. And my name flowing from her mouth over and over again is a siren’s call.

My free hand slides down my pants, my fist pumping up and down my length, eager to bring me the kind of bliss she is receiving. Pressure builds in my lower back, sending a jolt of warmth to my cock. “You’re so pretty when you come for me,” I say as my body surrenders and pleasure sweeps through me.

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