Page 35 of Twisted Mates

Without even touching me, this woman has me coming in my pants. Maybe I should be ashamed, but I’m not. It was a mind-blowing orgasm. I couldn’t care less that I appear to have no self-control. I obviously lack it where she is concerned.

She catches her breath, resting her forehead against my chest. “That was?—”

“Incredible,” I whisper, pressing my lips to the top of her head and pushing damp strands of hair from her forehead, tipping her chin up so I can see her dark eyes. “Youare incredible.”

She grins and glances down at my pants before meeting my gaze again. “But I didn’t do anything.”

I laugh at that. A hearty sound, the kind I’ve not experienced in what feels like a lifetime. “Trust me, you did enough.”

Surprise takes residence on her face. “Are you saying...”

“I’m satisfied.” I kiss the top of her head and reluctantly let her go. “Let me take care of mysituation, and I’ll bring you a washcloth.”

“All right,” she says with a smile.

With a clean pair of pants in hand, I slip out of my room and into the bathroom. As soon as I shut the door behind me, I look at my reflection in the mirror over the sink. It’s only then that the magnitude of what I did hits me. I’ve done the unthinkable to my brother, and I only have the smallest ounce of remorse. Maybe that makes me a bad person. Maybe I am the man my stepfather always claimed me to be. Maybe I had no right putting my hands on her. None of that stops me from bringing my fingers to my mouth and tasting her.

“Fuck,” I hiss as my cock twitches to life again.

She is a sweet temptation, one that is tangled in my sheets at this very moment. I don’t know how I’m going to keep my hands off her for the rest of the night, but I pray a cold shower will at least be a good start. Deep down I know it won’t change a thing. I’m going to spend tonight with Alexia in my arms and a hard-on that will refuse to let me sleep.

ELEVEN

Alexia

I left Xander’s room while he was off on his morning run. He thought I was asleep, but I was faking it. When he returned to bed last night after his shower, I could feel the tension rolling off him. There was no questioning it. He regretted what we had done. Even though he has only had bare minimum contact with the pack over the last ten years, the traditions we follow are ingrained into us from birth. It’s hard to shake the feeling of guilt that comes with inserting oneself into our most sacred of bonds. In Xander’s eyes, he fooled around with his brother’s mate. Full stop.

A rapid knock on the door to Kai’s bedroom has me jumping in place. I drop the shirt I’m folding onto the bed, my heart pounding in my chest and crack the door open. When I see Carrington standing on the other side, I am tempted to just slam it in her face. But I don’t. I’m too exhausted to start a fight.

“What do you need, Carrington?” I say, turning on my heel and heading back to the pile of clothes on the bed.

She pushes the door open with a huff and comes over to sit on the mattress. “You’re still mad at me for the way I reacted the other day.”

I raise an eyebrow at her, letting her know that is a vast understatement.

“Look, Lex, I’m sorry. Really. This entire thing with Kai is crazy, and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. That wasn’t fair. Let me make it up to you. Go shopping with me.”

“My mate has pretty much rejected me, and you want to goshopping?”

“What better therapy? And he didn’t reject you. Give him a moment to get his life together. In the meantime, I have a black AmEx that is waiting to be swiped.”

I thought I had a therapeutic way of dealing with everything last night, but I doubt it will happen again. But I also can’t just lock myself in here and keep moping about these guys. “Okay, okay, let me get dressed. I’ll be down in twenty minutes.”

She cheers and rushes out of the room. I grab my purse after getting washed up and dressed, and before I reach the stairs, I can’t help but peek into Xander’s room. He’s sitting at his desk, and I swear he’s sketching something. I’m dying to know what it is, but instead of asking, I start to back away. I’m not quick enough, and he looks up, shutting the notebook as he meets my gaze.

“Hey,” I say sheepishly, feeling like a creep for lurking outside his door.

He takes me in from head to toe. My outfit is nothing spectacular, just a knitted sweater and jeans. He pauses on my shoes before meeting my eyes again. “Where are you going?”

“Shopping with Carrington. Do I need permission?”

“No, but after yesterday...”

The moments I wasn’t thinking about Xander and Kai last night, I spent thinking about that Jeep. The only thing thatfinally settled my nerves was the guess that my driving pissed them off. I’ve never driven something as big as Xander’s truck before. And I have to admit that Iwastotally zoned out, thinking about the conversation I was about to have with my parents.

“I probably cut him off and he was just road raging,” I say.

Xander sets his pencil down on top of his closed notebook and stands. “He road raged from the minute you drove down the mountain until you got home? Come on, Alexia.”

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