Page 67 of Twisted Mates

“Xander,” she cries, reaching up and hooking her unbandaged arm around my neck, gripping my hair in her fist. “Xander, I’m going to come.”

I lick at the bite mark I’ve just made, knowing that I am right on the edge with her. As soon as I feel her coat me with her sweet release, I’m finished.

“Come for me, baby, I’m right there,” I whisper in her ear, reaching up and running my fingers through the blood dripping down her neck. I bring them to her hardened nipple and paint it in red as I squeeze, drawing a cry from her lips.

She cries out my name one more time and I feel her throb around me, soaking me with her release. Her whole body convulses against mine and I have to lower us back onto the bed to keep pumping into her because she’s quivering so violently—so deliciously.

As my release grows nearer and nearer, the sensation is unlike anything I’ve felt before. The pressure along my shaft grows so intense that it takes my breath away. Yet, I have this all-consuming desire to continue, to make sure Alexia takes every single inch of my cock.

I look between us and groan, seeing the rounded and swollen base of my dick. Pride builds within me at the sight of my knot—another sign of our bond—a way to ensure I breed her when the time is right. For now, it will be another way to bring my mate pleasure.

I run my hand down Alexia’s spine. “I need you to be a good girl and take a little more for me. Can you do that?”

“Yes. I want more,” she says, practically begging.

“You are too good to me.” I ease her onto her back and lift her hips, sliding a pillow beneath her exhausted body.

I nudge my way into her slick center, and her slender fingers dig into my sheets. With patience I can’t believe I possess in this moment, I push my knot inside her. She whimpers as I stretch her, but she never tells me to stop.

“Look at you taking your mate’s knot,” I say, arching my hips back and feeling her tug against me.

Her sharp intake of breath makes me even harder, even though I’m not even sure that’s possible. “What? Really?” She sounds mystified, like it’s something she never thought she’d experience.

I brush her hair from her face. “Yes, Alexia. You are mine in every way.”

“I’m yours. All yours. Forever,” she murmurs, lifting up and capturing my lips in a searing kiss, and that, of all things, is what sends me over the edge.

“Alexia,” I gasp, grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head, burying my face in the crook of her neck as I empty myself inside her. And she takes every drop, contracting around me as she comes again.

It’s such a strange but glorious feeling; I couldn’t pull out even if I wanted to.

“I thought I’d never know what this felt like, but it’s even better than I could’ve imagined,” she whispers, lifting her pelvis against mine like the little vixen she is.

I pump my hips, loving the pull on my cock as we are locked together. “Trust me when I say that you will know this feeling as often as possible.”

“I like that idea,” she says, shuddering beneath me.

“And what do you think of the idea of me pushing it into your pretty ass?” I need to know the answer. The only thing I want her to tell me is that she is mine in every way. I want every part of her, yes. More than that though, I’m dying to know that she trusts me with all of it. Not only with her body but her heart as well.

Her eyes widen and her lips part. She looks scared, but the way I feel her drench me at the mere idea tells me all I need to know. But still, she says what I want to hear, as if she knew what I was thinking. “I want you to claim it all. Every piece of me is yours.” She draws her bottom lip between her teeth and raises her eyebrows as she lifts her hips to meet mine. “Besides, you’d be the first and last one to ever touch me there. How do youfeel about that?”

That wolfish pride explodes in me again. She has a way of making me feel like every inch of this world is mine to command. And it isn’t the world I want at my beck and call, it is her. Iwant to rule her body’s pleasure. I want to find my own in her happiness. This woman owns me. Completely has me on my knees for her.

“I feel like a king knowing you’re giving me every piece of you,” I say.

Alexia locks her gaze on me, and it becomes obvious that she truly does have control over me. I would say or do anything she asked, no matter the consequences, just to make her happy. So when she looks at me, I’ll be damned if I look away from her. She reaches up and runs her thumb over my bottom lip. “Xander. Youarethe king. Or at least, you will be.”

My eyes widen. “I don’t want you to think that was ever what this was about. Kai could have the throne. For fuck’s sake, Carrington would turn our kingdom into self-absorbed fashionistas but let her do it. I just want you, Alexia.”

“I don’t think that, but you would make a phenomenal king. You were made to wear that crown, to care for our people. I can’t picture a better shifter for the job.”

I snort a chuckle at that. “Doyouwant to be queen?”

“I want to be wherever you are. Period. End of story.”

My body returns to normal, and I gently pull out and roll off her, bringing her to my chest. I kiss her forehead, then her nose, then her lips. “Let’s not think about that tonight. This is all that matters to me. Every problem will be there tomorrow, and I’ll face them all with you.”

“Okay,” she says, giving me the brightest smile I’ve ever seen, and it fills every single empty spot in my heart.

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