Page 80 of Twisted Mates

She moans, arching her back again, trying to get more of me. “Xander, take it off, please.”

I move away and slide my hand along her ribcage. Dark crimson smears across her skin. The sight makes me smile, seeing her wearing Clayton’s blood. “Is there anything that doesn’t look perfect on your skin?”

The sides of her lips quirk up as she lifts her torso, removing her bra when I don’t move fast enough for her. Her fingers slide down her sternum as her gaze holds mine. Like the goddess of death, she lifts her bloody fingers between us and studies them like she’s never seen anything more enthralling. “He said he wanted my blood on his hands.” She lays back down as a dark chuckle escapes her, and she whispers, “Looks like I won that battle.”

Shit.The tips of her dark hair dip into the pool of blood above her head, and my gaze drifts back to her belly. The scarlet stain against her skin is delicious, and I think I’ve found my favorite color for my little wolf.

I reach down, taking her hands in mine and pinning her to the floor. There is nothing more I want right now than to bury myself inside of her and relish in the bond that our enemy could not break.

She tangles her fingers in my hair and wraps her legs around my waist, pulling my lower half closer to her. She moans as my cock rubs against the wet crotch of her leggings, and I can’t help it. I rip them down the center, just like her shirt, baring her soaking wet pussy.

“Don’t worry, I’ll replace all your clothes tomorrow,” I murmur, kissing from her lips across her collarbone and down her sternum, pressing my hard-on against her now-exposed clit.

“I don’t care about the clothes,” she growls, pulling on my hair so that I look up to meet her gaze. “I. Need. You.”

“Hungry little wolf,” I tease, kissing down her belly before wiping any remnants of that asshole’s blood off my face. “Be patient. I am going to need a taste of this sweet cunt before I take you. I’mstarving.” And before she can say a word, I shove her thighs apart and dive face first between them, licking her from bottom to top.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” she cries, gripping my hair and pushing me harder against her.

My tongue sinks inside her, taking in every drop that’s just for me. I take more and more, bathing my face in her essence. I want her everywhere, to breathe her, to have her moans filling my ears. This—the taste of her—it’s exquisite, but she is a little sweeter with his death lingering in the air. Her hands comb through my hair, pulling on the loose strands as she rides my face. She smothers me and I can’t find it in me to care. If this is how I die, it will be an excellent way to go.

“That’s it. Come on my face like a good girl. Cover me in every drop,” I say before sucking her clit hard one more time.

And like her body is under my command, she does exactly as I say. She cries out my name and unravels beneath me, covering my mouth and chin with her release. I take it all, every single bit of nectar she gives me, and I drink it down like it’s the last thing I’ll ever consume on this earth.

“Goddess, you taste so good,” I say, moving up her body and hovering over her mouth. “Taste yourself, baby.”

“Please,” she begs, gripping the back of my neck and pulling my face down to hers.

My carnal urges take over, my awakened wolf eager for his fill. Gripping my cock, I line myself up with her slick center and dive deep inside of her. Alexia’s nails dig into my back, and I roar in satisfaction. Meeting her hold on me, I wrap my fingers around her throat, carefully avoiding her exposed tattoo and buck my hips. “So. Fucking. Good.”

She whimpers in return, clenching around me, making it almost impossible to hold back my release. She always feels so good, but now, knowing that nothing stands between us, the corpse of our enemy nearby, she feels like nirvana. I’m seconds away from spilling inside of her, planting a piece of me in her womb. But I refuse until she comes with me.

My cock throbs and my balls draw tight. “Alexia, I need you to let go for me. Now.”

“I want your knot,” she pleads as she reaches between us and brushes her fingertips over the bulge at the base of my shaft.

I groan in pleasure and the pain of denial. “Not tonight, little wolf. There’s no time. But I promise to lock my body to yours soon.”

“You promise?”

“Yes. Now, come for me.”

She gasps, clenching her walls around me, her back arching as her body coils tight. Her orgasm takes her so fast, my head spins.

And I come undone.

Pride swells within me at knowing that there’s a chance, no matter how small, that this might be the night I put a baby in her. I’m going to drip down her thighs and every step she takes will be a reminder that I claimed her.

When I finally pull out, I push her legs apart, slide two fingers up her inner thigh, and push the cum decorating her skin back inside her. When she clenches her pussy around me and lets out a delicious little moan, I can’t help but lean forward, push another finger inside her, and kiss her hard.

“Xander,” she gasps, her hand that had been gently brushing through my hair now gripping the strands hard at the roots.

I pull my fingers from her and lick them clean. “Mine,” I say for good measure.

“Yours,” she whispers.

And even though I know we should get up, shift so we aren’t riding home with my brother and sister butt ass naked, and get out of here, I just want to hold her for a minute longer, this woman who owns every breath, every beat of my heart.

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