Page 44 of Twisted Mates

“Absolutely,” I say, appreciating the care he’s taking with me, but not needing it. What I need is him.Now.

He places his hands on either side of my face and whispers, “Open for me.”

I do and he glides into my mouth with one long stroke. If I thought I was taking him deep before, I’m put to shame. He works his length inside with gentle thrusts until tears well in my eyes. And when he holds himself deep in my throat, cutting off my next breath, I go lightheaded.

He places my hands on his jean clad thighs, and says, “Squeeze twice if it becomes too much, okay?”

I nod and blink up at him, begging him to keep going. Ineedhim to keep going.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he says, leaning over to place one hand on my waist and one hand to support the back of my head as he begins to fuck my mouth in earnest, his thrusts becoming faster with every second. Pretty soon, the sounds he’s making are beyond sexy; they’re downright obscene and I love it. I love that I am the one giving him this much pleasure, that my mouth is bringing him to orgasm, that he’s feeling this good because of me.

I clench my thighs hard, needing some relief from the throbbing between my legs. I already want to come again, just from the sounds he’s making and how good his cock feels in my throat.

Like he owns my body, he grips my thighs and spreads my legs. “Let me see how I’m making your cunt drip,” he says, pushing a finger inside of me, pumping several times before pulling away and licking my desire from it.

Watching him like this is too much. I dig my fingernails into his hips, pushing him down, taking him as deep as I can. I’m desperate for the salty taste of him sliding down my throat.

“Fuck!” he roars. “Wrap your arms around my thighs, baby. There is no way in hell I’m coming without you.”

I do as he says and before I know what’s happening, he’s lifting me up and holding me around my waist, supporting my back as my legs wrap instinctively around his head.

His face is between my legs in a heartbeat, and no sooner does he thrust his tongue through my slit and his cock down my throat one more time, he’s coming apart. He’s giving me every drop of his cum and the taste of it, the sounds he’s making as he’s eating me, and the position he has me in—I thought this wasonly a thing in books. I’m right behind him, my arousal flooding his mouth.

The high I’m riding slowly ebbs, and Xander lowers me onto the blanket again. He crawls in beside me and pulls me into his arms, cradling my head on his chest. Kissing my forehead, he says, “You did so well, baby.”

I open my mouth to thank him for everything, for giving me what I need, for making me feel wanted, but the words are cut short. Headlights illuminate our bodies, gleaming off the sweat sticking to our skin.

Xander sits up and blocks me, giving me a chance to pull the blanket we laid out around me. He fastens his pants as he shuffles to dismount from the bed of the truck. The vehicle flips into reverse and is tearing down the dirt road before his feet hit the ground. It’s hard to see with the trees blocking the light of the moon, but I swear it’s the red Jeep.

“Did you—is that... They saw us,” I stammer.

He looks at me over his shoulder, and in that second, I get my first glimpse of what Xander looks like when he’s terrified. He shakes his head, the brown strands that have broken free from his hair tie brushing his cheekbones. “It was probably just some kids who came out here to fool around.”

“But it looked like?—"

“It was just an SUV; it was too dark to make anything else out. Let’s not jump to conclusions. We’re okay.”

I grasp onto his words, hold them close as I send up a silent prayer to the moon goddess. He’s right. He has to be. Because we aren’t tucked away in Xander’s bedroom behind a locked door this time. This was reckless. If someone saw us, this is far beyond committing acts that humans find inappropriate to do out in the open.

The idea that someone could physically hurt us for simply giving into our more carnal desires has my entire body shaking.Xander scoots beside me again and pulls me into his arms. He rocks me back and forth and kisses the top of my head. “It’s all right, little wolf. I got you, and nothing is going to happen to us. You’re just on edge from that asshole following you around.”

Part of me knows that he can’t speak those words with utter certainty. He’s right; someonehasbeen watching me, and they very well could’ve been doing it again. But I can’t bring myself to linger on it, not when he is holding me so close. Not when his heart is a steady thump under my ear.

It might be delusional, but I want to return to that moment before those headlights turned on. Before those harsh beams exposed everything, I felt wanted and cared for. I thought this was the kind of feeling I could only have with my mate—trust, safety, and belonging. Yet it’s Xander who makes me feel all those emotions. Even now.

It’s the first time I’ve truly admitted it to myself... thought the unthinkable. I’ve found what every shifter dreams about, but with the wrong man. I’m falling fast and hard for my mate’s brother.

FOURTEEN

Xander

Tonight is the full moon, and I think I’ll come out of my skin if the sun doesn’t set soon. Ever since my and Alexia’s night under the stars, I’ve had two things on my mind: her and the shift.

I need to be in my wolf form; I need to run, to be free from all that’s been plaguing me since first seeing her at her cleansing ritual. Because as glad as I am that Alexia is in my life, that’s also been the source of most of my stress. Wondering where my brother is, who’s after Alexia, and worst of all, if he’s the one behind the weird shit happening to her.

And since I agreed to watch over her during her shift, we should stay home. We should do nothing besides shift and hang out in the backyard or something. That would be the responsible thing to do. But I don’twantto be responsible. I want to run with her. I want to see what she looks like when she shifts and can be totally free. I can protect her out there just as well as I can in here.

That is, if Clayton will get off our asses.

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