Page 48 of Twisted Mates

Alexia

When I wake up the next morning, Xander’s arms are wrapped around me, our legs tangled together in a mess of limbs—and we’re naked. I’ve woken up in his arms before, but never quite like this. The hardness at the small of my back tells me that he’s enjoying this position as much as I am, and I smile as I take his hand and slide it down to cup my breast. My nipple hardens just from the touch of his palm, and I bite my lip to hold back a hiss. Keeping my lip safely between my teeth, I push back against him and close my eyes when I’m reminded of just how big he is and what he did to me in the truck bed the other night.

His thumb brushes back and forth and I feel his lips pull into a smile next to my ear. “Tempting little wolf, you had me going out of my mind last night.” He grinds his hard cock against my ass. “And now I have you in the flesh.”

I turn my head and smile up at him. “It feels good to have your hands on me first thing in the morning.”

I’m quickly learning that this man doesn’t disappoint. He pulls on my nipple, causing me to arch into him. Takingadvantage of my stretched torso, he glides his hand between my legs. The sensation of his finger tracing my seam and his naked body pressed into mine already have me aching.

“Xander,” I groan, clenching around his fingertip. “I can’t tell you how much it turned me on to be near you all night in—” He pushes his finger further in and adds a second, making me inhale sharply before I continue. “in wolf form. I’ve never been aroused during the full moon before, and goddess, I needed you so bad.”

He runs his tongue along the side of my neck, and I shiver. “You don’t understand how much I wanted you, Alexia. How badly I wanted toclaim you, make you mine.”

“It felt different than just being turned on, though. It felt even different than it does now with you. It was more intense. Do you know what I mean?” I ask, my voice pitching higher when he adds a third finger.

“Yes. But I have to be honest... right now,allI’m thinking about is this pretty pussy and how good it would feel around me. Last night, I wanted it to be mine. I wantedyouto be mine, Alexia.”

My hips buck, following the steady pace he sets, his thick fingers deep inside me and his breath at my neck. And his words... he wants me. The knot in my stomach pulls taut. And in a matter of seconds, he has me covering his fingers in my desire.

“You were already so wound up for me, weren’t you?” he teases in my ear, and I smirk.

Turning over to face him, I grasp his hard-on in my fist and squeeze, drawing a whimper from his lips. “It would seem that you’re wound up too, sir,” I say, tugging on his shaft before rubbing my thumb over the slit on his tip. “Cock already leaking for me and everything.”

He thrusts into my hand and whispers, “Say it again.”

I replay my words and cock a brow when I think I stumbled upon what has him pulsating in my hand. “What? Sir?” He moans as the word leaves me with a sigh. “Or I could just call you daddy.”

He groans, and it’s a sound laced with pure bliss. I’m not surprised to learn that the things that turn him on drift into the forbidden.

Good thing they turn me on too.

“Is that a yes, daddy?”

“What do you think, Alexia?” he growls as I speed up my efforts on his cock and lean forward to kiss him.

“I think I just found a new nickname for you that’s about to have you coming apart all over my hand,” I whisper against his lips.

He presses his thumb to my clit, taking me by surprise as his fingers move in and out of me at rapid speed. “Only if you come with me.”

“Yes,” I moan as my body grips onto him, unraveling all over his hand, even after I just came a few minutes ago. It doesn’t matter. With Xander, I think I could come all day long and never get tired of it.

“That’s my good girl. You did so well for me,” he says, warm ropes of his cum decorating my hand.

“I love to hear you talk like that,” I say before I can stop myself, and he grins as he reaches over to the bedside table and pulls a tissue from the box, cleaning up our hands and his stomach.

“Good, because I don’t think I can hold back with you, Alexia. Something about you just makes me come unglued,” he says, tossing the tissue in the trash can. “Don’t move.” He jumps up and puts on his robe before disappearing into the hallway.

He’s back in a few seconds with a warm washcloth, cleaning me up so gently that it nearly brings tears to my eyes. He looksup at me and must see the emotion swirling in them because he says, “What’s the matter, baby?” He tosses the cloth to the side and crawls up to me, cradling my face in his hands.

“Nothing!” I say, placing my hand on his chest. “It’s just that no one’s ever—cleaned me up before. Not even with a tissue, much less a warm washcloth.”

“What I’m hearing is that you never had a man take care of you. I want to do all the things that make you understand how much I’m growing to adore you. And not just the sexual stuff. I want to hear about your day and listen to you rattle on about your favorite pastimes. I want you to take me on adventures to learn everything there is to know about you. I want to know you inside and out, and when I think I have you all figured out, I look forward to you surprising me with something new.”

My heart skips a beat, and I pull him down to my lips so I can kiss him. “That sounds perfect.”

And no part of me regrets that desire. None.

“Work out?” I laugh. “Here’s something new for you, babe. I don’t work out.”

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