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I glide across the floor, shivers running up my spine as arousal mixes with the warm buzz of alcohol in my veins, heightening my desire so much that I can barely think about anything other than Zeke and his cock pounding into me. I weave my way through the group of patrons, most hurriedly moving out of my way as they spot me, leaving the path to my mate clear.
His lips part as I approach him, but I don’t wait to hear what he has to say. I know what I want, and he can’t give that to me in a room full of strangers. His brows furrow in confusion as I pass him, but I don’t leave him to stew for very long. Making my way to the hallway, I turn my head to look back at him over my shoulder, crooking my finger in what I hope is a sexy gesture, beckoning him to follow me.
Not bothering to wait, I continue on to the office at the end of the hall, leaving the door cracked open behind me. I shrug off my leather jacket, followed by the tight sweater dress, and my shoulder harness and gun. A chill runs over my bare skin, now only clad in a set of black satin panties and a bra as I hop up onto the desk, the cool surface making me crave Zeke’s warmth that much more.
He doesn’t leave me waiting for long, his broad frame shouldering open the door just as I get settled. Mouth parting, he stares at me in wonder for a few moments and I lean back, giving him a full view of my body. A muttered curse slips past his lips before he remembers himself and closes the door behind him.
He swaggers over to me and despite the change in style not being something I’m usually attracted to, my eyes can’t help but be drawn to the way his tight pecs bulge as he steps within reach. His muscles seem almost bigger than before, although that’s impossible.
“Fuck that’s sexy,” he murmurs, trailing his fingers over the dagger strapped to my thigh. My skin pebbles at the simple touch, so close to where I need him. His voice isn’t as rough as it normally is but is coated in honey. I blink in confusion but push the thought aside. The fact that I’ve only known these men for a few days hits me then. I don’t know everything about them, yet, but I sure as hell will enjoy figuring that out.
“What’s up with the shirt?” I ask, and I internally scold myself for caring about such an inconsequential thing when the only thing I should be worried about is peeling it off of him.
“If you don’t like it I guess I’ll just have to get rid of it,” he says, grinning mischievously as he peels the tight shirt from his body and flinging it across the room. My legs spread for him on their own accord, and I don’t miss how his light grey eyes focus in on my core, wetness already pooling there.
“My perfect fucking mate,” he growls, stepping between my legs to clasp my jaw, tipping my face up as his lips collide with my own. His mouth devours me, and let him take the lead this time, parting under the glide of his tongue against me. I smooth my hands up his chest, memorizing every contour of his chiseled abs, wishing I could have taken more time with him this morning so we could learn every inch of each other’s bodies. His muscles really do seem more defined than they were this morning, but it must be the alcohol making my memories fuzzy because that would be impossible.
My fingers tease their way down towards his Adonis belt to unbuckle his belt. He’s wearing far too many clothes right now, and the alcohol mixed with the lust permeating the air drives my arousal even higher. I hurriedly work to pull his pants and boxer briefs off of him and his erection springs up as soon as I slide the material off him.
My palm closes over his throbbing length, already hard and ready for me. I stroke him, feeling his groan of pleasure against my mouth as he kicks his pants off, the item landing somewhere in the room. All moisture leaves my mouth at the feel of his hard cock in my hand.
I pull back, about to beg him to fuck me, when his fingers swiftly unclasp my bra from behind me. My nipples are already hard from the desire coursing through my body. A muttered curse slips from his lips as his mouth closes around one of them and his hands slide along my sides to my hips. I expect him to ease my panties off of me, but instead he rips the sides while biting down on my nipple hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I inhale sharply at the sensation, my hips rocking towards him as he yanks the remaining scraps of fabric free.
I lean back and release his cock to prop myself up, needing to watch him slide inside me.
“Gorgeous, you’re so fucking wet and ready for me already,” he groans, his fingers pumping inside me a few times before withdrawing. An unbidden whimper escapes my lips, causing his lips to tilt up in a sultry smile.
Zeke sucks his fingers to his mouth, groaning at the taste of me on his tongue. I bite back another whimper, not wanting to look so needy in front of him, but I’m sure he can tell with the way my lips tremble and the clear lust in my eyes. But there’s nothing I can do to help that.
“Yes, so don’t keep me wait—,” I moan as my words are cut off as his silken head pushes at my entrance. My eyes lock on the image of him slowly sinking into me, filling my pussy completely with his length. Blissfully, his head tips back, relishing the feel of my pussy wrapped around him.
He waits for me to adjust to him, but that’s not what I need right now, my body thrums with desire, my core aching for the friction of his cock moving inside of me. So I push my hips forward, urging him on and breaking him out of his trance. His eyes land on mine, hunger clear in his light grey orbs.
“You’re impatient, gorgeous,” he chuckles, cutting off my reply with a rock of his hips. He wraps his hands around the backs of my thighs and pulls me to the edge of the desk. Lowering back on to my elbows, a moan escapes my lips as he places my thighs on his shoulders and sinks further into me, his length filling me so completely.
Leaning over me, his warm breath skates over my face, and I lean up to meet his lips as he kisses me deeply. He pumps into me from that angle, and I break the kiss to lie back. Grinning back at me, he takes that as a sign to speed his thrusts. My grip finds the edge of the desk, needing something to hold on to as his cock slams into me. Desperate for immediate release, I reach between us, my fingers locating my clit and finding myself soaked from the pleasure coursing through my veins.
His head dips to watch my fingers swirl on my sensitive nub, and he groans in frustration, his hips slamming into me even harder as he chases his own release.
His thrusts are relentless, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of that cliff. My toes curl and my pussy clenches around him as waves of pleasure wash over me. I scream out as he continues fucking me through my orgasm, my fingers still moving on my clit, needing to wring every drop of pleasure from my body.
“Fuck, you feel so good, gorgeous,” he groans, his hips grinding against me as his cock pulses, spilling his release inside me.
I let my legs slip from his shoulders, and he clutches me to him, our chests smashed together, our hearts beating frantically against each other as our breaths come in ragged pants. I burrow my face into the crook of his shoulder and inhale deeply as my eyelids flutter closed. His usual cedar and cloves scent is almost sweeter than usual—no not cloves, ginger … but it might be because the scent of arousal permeating the air is so thick. The bond between us hums in approval with our bodies twined so close together. But something’s different … it feels like it used to, before we solidified the bond last night, not quite fully formed. Even my wolf pushes me forward to his neck, but that can’t be, we already claimed him.
Peeling my eyes open, I glance at the smooth skin of his shoulder, his muscles bunched beneath from holding me too tightly, almost desperately, to him. I blink away the last of the alcohol clouding my mind as panic sets in, sobering me completely as I take in his unmarred tan skin. No trace of my claiming teeth whatsoever.
“I heard stories about what it would be like to meet my mate, but I never imagined this. You’re absolutely perfect, gorgeous girl, but maybe you should tell me your name,” he chuckles, pulling back at my startled look. His brows furrow as he scans my face and his hands lift to cup my face between them. “What’s wrong?”
All the blood drains from my face at his words, and my eyes take in all the differences I’d noticed before but brushed off. His eyes are light grey, not Zeke’s storm grey. His hair is shorter, his muscles larger, his voice smoother and missing the same depth. His scent is close but has a sweet floral not unlike honeysuckle. My alpha power reaches out to him, and I sense it then, the bond searing our souls together is different from the one Zeke and I share.How had I not realized the burning in my chest before from the new connection? His alpha powers twine with my own teasingly, as though coaxing me into staying here with him, into completing the bond. The symphony of sound is so similar to Zeke, light and airy, that I hadn’t noticed the subtle differences, the pure joy and abundant energy of this man compared to the sadness tingeing Zeke’s that makes the happy notes even sweeter.The lust and alcohol had completely turned my senses off. I should have known—I mean he’s still my mate but, fuck, who the hell is he? I’ve grown closer to Zeke, and it was natural for us to solidify that bond, but what if my wolf senses had taken over this time too and tied me to a complete stranger.
“You’re freaking me out, sweet girl, what’s wrong?” he murmurs, tenderly brushing a thumb over my cheek. And that’s when his first question registers in my mind—he doesn’t know who I am. I don’t think anyone would call me sweet girl if they knew what I was capable of, at least not in the warm caring tone he addresses me in.
“I have to go,” I mutter, laying my hands flat on his chest to slowly ease him away. He doesn’t fight me, just slowly moves away, his cock still semi-hard as he pulls out and I bite my lips to suppress the groan in my throat.
“What do you mean, you have to go?” he asks, his eyes pained as he watches me hurriedly slide from the desk to gather my clothes. I don’t bother with the bra, and simply slide my dress back followed by my shoulder harness and jacket. “What’s going on here?” he asks again, his eyes moving to where I just concealed my Glock beneath my jacket. His lips purse but I don’t see any panic on his face, just confusion.
I slide my phone out and hurriedly text Seline to call for a car, because I need to get out of here now. My brain scrambles to make sense of everything going on right now. He looks like Zeke, but isn’t him. His brother—no, his twin? Do either of them even know of the other? I feel like a twin would definitely be something that would have come up this morning as we spilled our pasts to one another.
