Page 65 of Twisted Mates

He releases my hands, but I don’t get the chance to wrap my arms around him. Lifting my legs, he presses them back, laying my thighs on my chest. Every thick, long, inch of him slides inside of me. The fullness takes my breath away. I’m stretched to my breaking point, and it feels so good.

Xander gives me a few long, hard thrusts before releasing my legs. He hits that spot deep within me that has me thrashing beneath him. Every bump against my g-spot drives me wild and the warm, tight tension of my release begins to coil low in my stomach.

“Harder,” I breathe, desperate for him to stake his claim.

He doesn’t disappoint, pounding into me with swift thrusts. With each downward motion, he grinds his pelvis against my clit. Never have I come from mere penetration. I’ve always needed to give the guy an assist to find my release. It seems that tonight, for the first time, that won’t be the case.

Finally, I bring my hands to his back and drag my nails down his spine. He hisses and before I can ask him if it was too much, he says, “Do that again, but harder.”

I smile and do as he says, and the sexiest sound—something between a whimper and a moan—escapes his throat as he slams into me. I’m thankful for the plush pillows behind me because if not for them, my head would be bumping into the headboard right about now. But honestly, I wouldn’t give a damn. This feels too good.

The sounds of him sliding in and out of me are obscene, and I love it. It turns me on even more to know how wet he’s made me,and I know for a fact thatno onehas ever turned me on like this before. No one has ever made mefeellike this before.

“Xander,” I gasp, tangling my fingers in his hair and pulling as the pressure builds higher and higher, threatening to detonate at any second. “I am so close. I don’t want to come without you.”

“You won’t. As soon as you squeeze around me, I’m done for. Come for me, baby.”

As if he is the puppet master and I’m under his control, the pressure building deep inside of me releases. I careen over the edge and soar in ecstasy. He holds true to his word. My body milks his cock until he is filling me with his cum. He spills every last drop into me, and I bask in the sensation of him filling me with his release. Being dirty has never felt so good.

“Fuck, Alexia,” he murmurs, pressing his forehead to mine before meeting my gaze. “I’ve never felt anything like that in my life.”

“Me either, I—” I pull back so I can clearly see his face. I blink several times, startled by the image before me.

“Alexia, your eyes. They’re—you’re shifting.” In all the time I’ve known him, I’ve never seen Xander so confused, but at the same time, so awestruck.

“Yours too. Xander, what’s—what’s happening right now?”

His blue eyes flare and sparkle like sapphires bathed in neon light as he growls, “You’re mine.”

TWENTY

Xander

This can’t be right. It’s impossible.Alexia already chose her mate. She went through the cleansing, felt the pull to Kai;fate chose him. Yet here she is... inmybed, her wolf giving glimpses of itself that should be reserved for only him.

Unless it’s for a cleansing ceremony, it’s impossible for anyone who is not moon-bonded to shift inany capacityunless they’re under the beams of the full moon. And we just cycled all the way through the phases, so this should not be happening again for another month.

Except it is. Our bodies are catching up to our souls, and our wolves are coming to the surface.

Every fiber of my being knows she is mine. It’s as natural as breathing. I don’t know how I got through thirty-seven years of life without her.

Alexia Rush is my mate.

My moon-bonded mate.

Her black and white speckled wolf flickers in and out on her features, like a hologram over her beautiful face. And her eyes...I’ve never seen them shine so brightly, the rich brown glow a vibrant amber. Everything about her is stunning.

“You’re mine,” she says with the utmost certainty.

I’m lost in her declaration, hearing it over and over in my head. “I’m yours,” I repeat, feeling dazed.

“I don’t know how this is possible, but right now, I really don’t care,” she says, placing her hands on my chest and gently pushing me onto my side. I roll over to my back, following her lead as she climbs on top of me.

I’m still rock-hard, and I want more than anything to be back inside her. And by the look on her face, she wants that too.

“All those times I wished it were you,” she whispers, leaning down and dragging her soaking wet slit up my cock, drawing a hiss from my lips, “and it was. The whole time. How the hell did I get it wrong? I thought I was going to have to live the rest of my life wondering what it would be like to belong to you. For you to belong to me. And now, it’s true.”

I grip her hips before she has a chance to sink down on me, because once she does, I’m going to be done for and there will be no more coherent words. “You didn’t get it wrong.”

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