CHAPTER 6: THE BREACH
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Andre's pov
The night air in the house was heavy, silent, and thick with the scent of cedar. Since the incident in the garden, the Mate Bond was no longer a terrifying question; it was an undeniable hunger. I had tried to sleep, forcing my mind to focus on Elizabethan poetry, but my body thrummed with a nervous energy that was entirely non-human.
The knowledge that two powerful, destined men were sleeping down the hall—men who had pinned me, protected me, and were now just waiting for me to break—was unbearable. I was restless, too hot, and fiercely thirsty.
I finally gave up the fight around two in the morning. I slipped out of my room, pulling on a robe over my thin sleepwear, and crept down the long, carpeted hall toward the kitchen. I needed cold water, a human distraction from the wolf inside me.
I made it halfway down the hall when a door opened, startling me so badly I nearly cried out.
Zane stood in the doorway of his room. He wasn't fully dressed, wearing only a pair of dark sweatpants that rode low on his hips. His chest was bare, sculpted and damp, and his hair was ruffled, as if he too had been unable to sleep. He looked less like the cautious businessman and more like the primal twin I had researched.
His eyes, dark with sleeplessness, found mine instantly. There was no pretense, no social mask. It was just wolf meeting wolf.
"Couldn't sleep," he stated, his voice a low, rough murmur that carried perfectly in the quiet hallway.
"Thirsty," I managed, my voice weak. I tried to walk past him toward the stairs, maintaining my avoidance, but my feet moved as if through water.
Zane didn't move to block me, but his mere presence was a powerful barrier. The scent of him—richer, stronger in the close confines of the hall—made my heart hammer.
"The thirst isn't for water, Andre," he said, taking a slow, deliberate step toward me.
I stopped breathing. The air snapped with static electricity, and I could feel the hairs on my arms rise. My denial was officially spent; there was no turning back now that the truth of my identity was out.
"I know what you are," I whispered, the words barely audible. "And I know what I am. I saw the research."
Zane’s eyes softened momentarily, a flash of relief replacing the tension. "You saw the truth. Good. It simplifies things."
"It makes them impossible!" I argued, taking a frantic step back. "We're in my step father's house. Your father's house! Sarah is downstairs!"
"Sarah is sleeping," Zane said, closing the distance between us with another slow step. "And the house isn't the problem. The bond is the problem. It won't let us be roommates, Andre. It won't let you stay away."
I tried to shake my head, tried to tell him that I was going back to my room, but my body was unresponsive. Every cell was screaming, Mate, Mate, Mate.
He was close enough now that I could feel the heat radiating off his skin. He didn't touch me yet. He simply stood there, letting the power of the bond break my will.
"You're fighting what you need," he murmured. "I felt you trembling in the garden, trying to look at the roots when all you wanted to do was press back against Zakk and me."
The honesty was brutal. My avoidance had failed.
"I can't," I choked out, a final, weak protest.
"You can," he countered. He lifted his hand, his fingers stopping just short of my face. The sheer willpower it took him not to touch me was palpable. "You can come into my room and let the bond do what it's meant to do."
I looked into his eyes. In the dim light of the hall, they seemed to glow with a deep, liquid heat. He was asking me to break the promise I had made to myself, to step away from my human life and into this dark, secret, overwhelming destiny.
With a profound sigh of surrender, I closed the last few inches between us. I didn't wait for him to touch me. I raised my own hand, placing my palm flat against the bare, powerful muscle of his chest.
The electric shock was instantaneous, but this time, it was not terrifying—it was pure, homecoming relief.
Zane groaned, a sound torn from deep in his chest. His control snapped. His free arm wrapped around my waist, yanking me against his body, and his mouth found mine in a fierce, possessive kiss that consumed all my remaining sanity. he began to kiss down my neck, he quickly palmed my breast over my clothes before he tore off my shirt like a hungry beast then he began sucking and biting on my breast and n*****s then his hand went down into my shorts and found my c**t as he was circling my c**t he continued to suck my breast, then he began to finger me. he put in a finger and added the second finger after some time he brought out his finger and tasted me he let out a growl then he quickly left my breast and when down in between my legs and began to lick me from my slit to my asshole he continued back and forth till let out a loud screem and squirted out my release all over his face and mouth he laped it up like a hungry dog then after my orgasm subsided I came back to my senses and I quickly ran to my room and locked the door.I went into the shower to wash away what I just did with my step brother Zane and after which I went to my bed and lay down but I kept replaying it in my head and I couldn't sleep so I had to touch myself again thinking of him after that I slept off.
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