Page 69 of Twisted Mates

He grins as he strokes his cock lazily, eyeing my soaking wet slit. “I see my naughty mate didn’t bother with panties this morning.”

I smile, slip my fingers into his hair and pull. “Rarely if ever do I bother with panties. You know this.”

“Just another one of the million reasons I love you.”

My heart races at his declaration. Maybe I shouldn’t take it so literally; everything aboutusis so brand new. But the merethought of him loving me has my insides melting and a hundred butterflies flapping their wings in my stomach.

“You love me?” I ask, my voice just above a whisper.

“It felt so natural to say.” He tucks my hair behind my ear and studies my face. “I love you so much, Alexia.”

My eyes fill with tears. I’ve never felt so emotional over a man before. It’s one reason I was so unsure I’d ever findthe one. Watching my friends fall in love, my brothers find their mates... I never thought I could feel this much for another person. That was until this man walked into my life.

“I love you too. And not just because we found out we’re mated. I think—I think I’ve loved you ever since you talked me through that high-speed chase. I just didn’t think it could ever happen for us.”

He holds up his hand, showing me the finished tattoo. It’s nothing like the art he inked onto my body, but it’s beautiful in its simplicity. “I will always be there to take care of and love you. Being the perfect mate for you is the most important thing to me.”

“Youarethe perfect mate.” I take his hand and place it between my legs. My fingers cover his as I push two of them inside my aching center. “So fucking perfect.”

We both hiss at the same time, and I take him in my fist. “I need you. Your fingers aren’t enough now that I know what it feels like to have you inside me.”

“I’m at your mercy,” he says, slipping his fingers out of me and sliding both of them between his lips, his eyelids fluttering shut in ecstasy like he’s tasting nectar from the gods.

Right then, I remember the missing birth control pack. I don’t move, frozen in thought over what to do. Xander looks at me with his head tilted to the side.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” he asks.

“I need to tell you something,” I whisper. “Please don’t be mad.”

“What are you talking about?” he asks, pushing my hair out of my face and running his thumb over my lip. “I’d never be mad at you, baby. What’s wrong?”

Taking a deep breath, I rub my lips together and say, “Remember when I told you I was on birth control?”

His eyes darken with an emotion I can’t quite place. “Yes?”

“Well, I am, but I—I went to take it this morning and it wasn’t in my purse. I left it at home. So my dose will be late today and—” My voice quivers but I keep going. “That means Icouldget pregnant. I probably won’t because it’s not like I’ve missed a lot, but I didn’t—I didn’t mean to mislead you. I just forgot I switched purses and?—”

He growls and grabs me by my waist, lifting me so I’m hovering right over the tip of his erection. “Are you telling me that there’s a chance I could have put a baby in you last night?”

My heart leaps into my throat as I nod. “Yeah, I am.”

“And you thought I would be less than thrilled by that?”

I shrug. “I wasn’t sure, but it didn’t feel right to not tell you.”

“Would you want that?” he asks, lowering me just a centimeter so my clit brushes against him.

I hiss and say, “Yes, I would.”

He leans up to press his lips to mine and whispers, “Sink down on my cock, little wolf. Show me how much you want it.”

When I look down at him, he’s watching where we’re about to join so hungrily that it instantly makes me wetter.

I slide down a little further, just over the tip, and he whimpers like what I'm doing to him is driving him mad. Dropping his hands to my hips, he presses his fingertips into my flesh and squeezes hard. “You like it when I tease you?” I whisper, leaning down and brushing a kiss over his lips, slipping down another inch or so in the process.

“Yes. I’ll gladly let you torture me if it means this tight cunt is the reward.”

He means it. We’re obsessed with each other. As long as whatever we’re doing ends in our pleasure, nothing else matters. It’s a sexy thought to think of all the possibilities, all the things I can do to his body to make him feel good. And no matter how much I tease, I would never deny him this.

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