Page 111 of Twisted Ties
Most of all I want to block those memories from my mind. I don’t want to think. I don’t want to remember. I just want to feel.
The professor hesitates for a fraction of a second and then he’s kissing me back. Pressing his mouth hard against mine and kissing me like he means it, like he wants it, like I’m his.
I shift in his arms turning towards him and I feel another pair of hands at my waist, another pair of lips on my throat.
For a moment I wonder if I’m still trapped inside my mind, if this is all an illusion I’m creating in my own head. My true desires finally manifesting themselves before my eyes.
But it’s too real. Too vivid. The strong arms wrapped around my body, the warm hands clasping my waist, the hot mouth sucking at my throat, the soft lips caressing mine.
I rest my palm against Stone’s chest, feeling how fast his heart drums, and then I rest my other on Azlan’s, his just as frantic.
Does this mean they want this too?
I suck Stone’s lower lip into my mouth and rake it through my teeth, making him groan and then I twist my head away, kissing Azlan as Stone drags his teeth down my neck.
A hand reaches under my shirt, calloused fingers brushing against my stomach, over my ribs and cupping my breast. Another hand finds my backside, squeezing through the fabric of my jeans.
That familiar ache strains between my legs and I moan, shifting in Stone’s lap until I’m straddling him, something hard pressing against my core. I rock against it as he sucks more desperately on my throat and Azlan lifts my t-shirt over my head.
Stone draws back to stare down at my chest. His eyes turning darker. His hands creeping up to squeeze at my breasts, pinching at my nipples through the material of my bra. My head tips backwards on a long drawn-out sigh and Azlan growls behind me.
“You sure you want to do this?” Stone whispers. And I don’t know if he’s asking me or Azlan. I don’t even know what it is that we’re doing. How far this might lead.
I tip my head forward again and meet his eyes.
“No more secrets,” I say, trying to sound as determined as I can.
“Secrets?” he says, brow wrinkling in confusion.
I lay my hand on my stomach, where I can feel my bondwith Azlan shimmering, where I can feel that pull towards Stone.
I press my hand to Stone’s stomach next.
“Do you feel it?”
He hesitates, peering over my shoulder at Azlan, and for a moment I think maybe I’m wrong, maybe this isn’t what I thought it was.
But then he returns his gaze to mine and the look on his face is deadly serious and so real I wonder if I’m finally seeing the true Phoenix Stone.
“Yes.”
“And what do you feel?”
He’s still pressed against my core, still hard.
“A bond.”
“What does it mean?”
“You’re not as stupid as you look, Miss Blackwaters,” he says, trying some of his usual nonchalance. “You know what it is.”
I peer over my shoulder to look at Azlan.
“How is that possible?”
“For one person to have two fated mates? Why wouldn’t it be possible?”
“Do you have another?” I ask him. “Do you?” I ask Stone.
