Page 42 of Twisted Mates

She moans like the memory only intensifies the throbbing between her legs. I don’t need her to answer. I saw the way her body responded, felt her grip around my fingers when I fucked her with them. I’ve since reveled in that moment, played it on repeat with the sight of her face as she came for me. I plan on seeing her do it again.

But thankfully for my ego, she does answer. “You did, but you only made me want more. All I’ve thought about since is you and the way you made me feel. How you knew exactly how to touch me to make me come apart so fast.”

Sliding my hand between us, I pop the button on her jeans and slip under the barely-there lace of her panties. “Alexia, you’re so wet. This won’t do, you laying here underneath me wanting like this.”

She shakes her head. “I told you. And ever since last night, I’ve imagined you doing one specific thing. I know that what I’m imagining isn’t even as good as what it would really feel like but...” Her sentence ends in a squeak when I push two fingers inside her.

“Oh? And what is that one thing?” I ask, biting back a grin.

“I think you know,” she says, her cheeks turning a dark shade of red.

I slide my fingers out from her jeans. She protests, but I place my other hand on her chin and open her mouth, pushing my two glistening fingers between her lips. Her words die on her tongue and a growl comes from low in her throat as she tastes her arousal.

“You taste sweet, Alexia?” She nods and I pull my fingers out. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to taste me,” she says, pulling me down by the collar of my shirt and smashing her lips to mine. The heady taste of her arousal and the cherry Coke left on her tongue is intoxicating, and I feel lightheaded. “I want you to eat me out,Xander. No one’s ever—” She clears her throat before looking me dead in the eyes with a confession I can hardly believe. “No one’s ever done that to me. You’d be the first.”

Something primal stirs within me. The first—a part of her that is just mine. I have no chivalry, no self-control. I want to take and claim. I lift her shirt, exposing her soft stomach and place a kiss to the center of it. Hooking my thumbs in her waistband, I pull down her jeans and the little thong panties beneath. My mouth waters at the sight of her. I want her on my tongue and glistening from my lips. I need to hear her scream my name to the stars.

I place her hand at the top of my head and curl her fingers in my hair. “Remember, you have complete control over me.”

THIRTEEN

Alexia

Oh, fuck. I can’t believe I just admitted that to Xander. That he’d be the only one who’s ever put his mouth on me. But it’s true. I’m no virgin, but no one has ever gone down on me before. Most of the guys I’ve been with have been selfish, taking what they wanted with barely a cursorydid you finishwhen I’m not even sure they knew where the clit was. None of them made me feel comfortable enough to allow them to put their mouth on me.

But it’s the exact opposite with Xander Slade.

I pull on his hair until he glances up at me. “Don’t take it easy on me, Xander. I need you to give me exactly what you want, exactlyhowyou want. Okay?”

He places a kiss just below my navel, pulling away with a wicked smile on his face. The gleam in his eyes tells me that I’ve awoken the beast that sleeps deep inside of him. The wolf that goes primal during the full moon. It takes until it is satisfied, giving into all its sinful desires. And that is exactly what I want.

I need Xander to devour me.

He guides my leg to his shoulder. “That’s it. Open up for me, pretty wolf.”

The chill that runs down my spine is joined by the sensation of him dragging his finger through my center. He lifts his wet fingertip and brings it to his mouth. I watch in awe as his eyes flutter shut and a low hum rumbles through him. Holding my gaze, he dips his head and runs his tongue all the way through my slit, his beard tickling my inner thighs.

My sharp intake of breath and the way my back arches off the blanket beneath me is so unexpected that I think I surprise even him. But he doesn’t skip a beat. I feel himsmileagainst me before sucking my clit. Hard.

“Oh my god,” I groan, rolling my hips and pressing harder against his face. I’m almost afraid I’ve moved too much and nearly suffocated the man when I hear a groan of satisfaction leave him. A groan that is muffled because his face is buried so deep between my legs.

He circles his arms around my thighs, holding me down while he continues to work me over. I pull at his hair while my breaths become quick and shallow. I’m racing for the edge, preparing to dive off the side. My body wants to freefall while Xander tumbles into an abyss of pleasure with me.

“That’s it. Give me every drop.” He slides his fingers inside of me, curling them until he hits that spot that drives me wild. “Be a good girl and come for me.”

I want to be his good girl, do what he’s telling me to do, but at the same time, I don’t want this feeling to end. It’s too good, too perfect. It’s everything I’ve ever imagined pleasure with another person should feel like and everything I’veneverbeen able to reach before.

But when the sound of his tongue truly eating up every drop of my arousal echoes through the silence, I come undone.

“Xander,” I groan, with no regard for the volume of my voice, no care that there could be another person around listening to us.

Honestly, let them. It just turns me on more.

He doesn’t let up. His fingers ease out of me, replaced by his tongue. He drinks me down as his thumb sets to work, drawing circles that send me barreling toward another orgasm.

I swear this man is receiving just as much pleasure as I am. It’s a strange notion. How can he be just as turned on as me? His hips are grinding into the bed of the truck, and he shows no sign of wanting to stop and take care of himself. Something tells me he would be just as content remaining between my legs. And goddess, I want him here.

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