Claimed By The Alpha Twin

The Truth

Chapter 14: The Truth

Maya POV

Flashback.

"Did you just say dream?"

I blinked up at the breathtaking man looming over me, my heart stumbling over itself, clumsy and reckless, like a drunk trying to walk a straight line. He was beautiful—carved from marble, painted by someone who knew exactly what they were doing. Every line of his face, every shadow, every sharp angle. I nodded slowly, a lazy, drunken smile tugging at my lips.

"Yes, dream. You're the man of my dreams."

I giggled, the sound slurred and loose, like honey dripping too slowly from a jar. "Though, I gotta admit, I didn't expect you to be this handsome, Caleb. For a moment, you almost feel like Lucas." I tilted my head, studying him. "Well, maybe because it IS a dream." I waved my hand vaguely, the movement uncoordinated. "You're hot, don't get me wrong, but I didn't think you actually looked this good."

I paused, my eyes trailing down his body. "Are all men in the Crescent Moon Pack as hot as you, by the way?"

I ran my mouth without thinking, the alcohol loosening every filter I had ever possessed. My words spilled out like water through a cracked dam. The room spun around me, soft and hazy, like being wrapped in warm cotton.

I licked my lips, my eyes dropping to where his c**k pressed thick and hot against my core. My breath caught in my throat. Even through the towel, I could feel the heat of him, the sheer size of what was hidden beneath. My thighs clenched instinctively.

"Well, I guess I'm done being the pathetic, frigid virgin you always thought I was," I continued, my voice dropping to something low and sultry. "I want something more. Something big. I want you to take me. Just like you did with her."

The words hung in the air between us, heavy and charged.

He raised an eyebrow, then frowned, running a hand through his tousled dark hair. His eyes shut briefly—a gesture I had come to realize meant either deep thought or irritation. When he opened them, they were darker. Stormier. Hungrier.

He reached out and tugged my mouth open with firm fingers. Huh? Was he going to kiss me again? My pulse quickened. I could almost feel his sweet taste on my tongue already.

But instead of kissing me, he inhaled.

Wait. What the hell was that?

My eyes widened. Did he just scent me? Was he going to mark me? Am I really his mate? What was that for?

A thrill ran through me, sharp and electric. But then he pulled back, and his cold hazel eyes hit me like a slap.

"You're heavily drunk," he said flatly.

I shook my head, the motion making the room tilt. "No. I'm not drunk."

He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head. "I can literally smell the liquor all over you."

I shook my head again, my lips parting to say something. Then he looked at me. It was like whatever excuse I made would be pathetic, and my lies were grating on his very last nerve, which only made my stomach clench tighter. But I didn't back down.

"Okay, fine. So what? Yes, I did drink, but I'm not drunk. It's not like you don't drink." I said with a shrug, a smirk curling on my lips. "This is just a dream anyway. It doesn't matter. Just f**k me already. Please."

"You're in my bed. In my room." He said, voice low and dangerous. "Wearing lingerie, and you think this is a dream?" A smirk curved his lips. "How bold of you, Maya."

He leaned back, something hard settling in his eyes. "To make things worse, you dare address me as Caleb?" He passed a hand through his hair and chuckled, but there was no humor in it. "I know we're twins, but seriously? Caleb?" He exhaled sharply. "Get dressed. I'll call someone to take you back. I've clearly made a mistake entertaining this little childish act."

He turned, about to leave.

Oh, hell no.

That wasn't going to happen. Not when I was THIS turned on.

Before I could stop myself, I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him back to me. He paused, clearly surprised. Despite the tie binding my hands, I was able to shift, roll, and turn until I was on top of him.

Me, on top of him.

Fuck.

The sight of him beneath me, the hard lines of his muscles and the intensity in his gaze, made my head spin. It only turned me on more. I involuntarily bit my lower lip hard enough to hurt. I couldn't still believe this was Caleb. Caleb could never ever look this sinfully hot in real life. I could feel my wolf whimpering within me. She was more desperate than I was.

He stared up at me, jaw tight. But almost a little sparkle in his eyes. "What do you think you're doing, Maya?"

I leaned in close, until my face was inches from his. "What do you think?" I spoke low, close to his ear as my fingers trailed down his chest. "I'm only returning the favor for that mind-blowing o****m. You made me feel things I've never felt. Things I never thought I could be capable of feeling." I chuckled. "And now, you think I'll let you leave me halfway?" I laughed softly. "I don't think I can do that. Not when you have such a body, and look this hot."

My fingers trailed down his chest, over the defined ridges of his abs. My hand dipped lower, nearing the very obvious hard erection still barely hidden by that damn towel. f**k. I just want to have it in my hands right now!

How the hell was that towel still hanging on him anyway? I never thought I could be jealous of a fabric. I wish I was in its place.

I looked at him. He looked like he was barely holding himself together. His fingers clutched the duvet below him hard, his knuckles white. For a brief moment, his hazel eyes flashed to a sharp crimson red, before reverting back to their usual color. The moment I saw that, a small smirk curved my lips. I was right. He was trying to hold himself back from claiming me.

"Maya. Get off," he growled.

But instead, I shifted my hips, pressing down against his c**k. The jolt of pressure that shot through me made my eyes flutter. A gasp escaped me the moment I felt his length pressed against me. If he felt even half of what I was feeling right now, he must be dying holding back.

He looked at me like a wild thing that needed to be tamed. Like no one had ever dared to behave this foolishly with him. For a moment, that look felt strangely, extremely, familiar. Only one person stares at me like that. But that's not who I'm with right now. And this is just a dream, so who cares. Honestly, I really couldn't care less.

Whatever composure and self-respect I had once possessed had been long gone. The only thing pulsing through my mind and my whole body was one thought: I just want him to be inside me now. I need that c**k inside me. I need to feel him.

I leaned down, my lips brushing his, my breath hot against his. "I know you want this. You can act cold all you want and try to hold yourself back from claiming me, but your body's not lying to me."

I rocked my hips against him, grinding along the thick, aching length beneath me. God, the friction was almost too much. How the hell could he still stay composed? I'd already come, and the aftershocks still trembled through my body. Real Caleb had NEVER made me feel like this before. My eyes fluttered shut as a moan escaped through my lips.

"Ngh… this feels so good. You're so big. And hard."

I kept moving my hips, grinding harder, letting him feel how wet I still was. "You've got this perfect body and that c**k? Please, just use me. I can take it. I need to know what it feels like. Stretch me until I can't think straight. Just f**k me already. I know you want to."

I felt his c**k twitch beneath me. Finally. A smirk curved on my lips. Finally, he was going to take me. There was no way a man this hard, this turned on, would be able to resist. No matter the amount of composure and self-restraint they had.

I opened my eyes slowly, and his expression was dark, hungry, his eyes full with lust. He looked like a totally different person. A king surveying his conquest. And I was already conquered.

I swallowed. His large hand slid to my waist.

Just when I thought he was finally going to give in and f**k me, I felt myself being lifted off him effortlessly.

What the actual hell!?

A gasp escaped me as my back hit the mattress with a soft thud. My head spun. He had dropped me onto the bed instead of taking me.

He stood over me, expression unreadable. Eyes still dark with lust, body still tense and hard, and yet, retreating.

Why was he holding back?

"I won't take you like this, Maya. Especially not when you mistake this for a dream and me for my brother," he said as he passed a hand through his hair. "I really hate immature women. If I want you, I'll claim you properly. And I'll do that sooner than you think."

Has he gone crazy? What was he talking about?

I watched as he stepped away, his broad back moving toward the bathroom. "There's no going back from this now, Maya. Not after what you've done. Just so you know… you started this. And I don't intend to let you finish it alone."

I lay there, my mind still foggy, my body still desperate and aching. I pouted, lips curling in disappointment.

I exhaled sharply.

It wasn't supposed to go this way. I thought he would finally take me. I was supposed to be f****d. To know what it feels like.

Well, at least I still came. This may have been the weirdest wet dream I've ever had of Caleb, but at least it wasn't a bad one. Come to think of it, I think this is the first wet dream I've had of him.

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End of flashback.

My eyes snapped open.

I sat up in bed, my heart pounding fast.

Bloody hell.

No, no, no, no, no.

That wasn't a dream!!

And… f**k!!

That wasn't Caleb.

It was Lucas!!!

THE LUCAS GREY!?

My ex-best friend!

The memories rushed in, filling all the gaps I had been emotionally wrecked to process before.

The bar.

The bartender.

The whiskey.

Tom.

The stairs.

The wrong room.

The hot mysterious twin.

Did I really beg Lucas Grey to f**k me? Like some kind of desperate she-wolf in heat, begging to be wrecked?

Did I really kiss Lucas!?

Wait. Did Lucas really kiss me!!?

OH. NO.

Someone please just kill me right now.

I groaned and clutched my head.

"I threw myself at him," I whispered aloud, the horror and reality mounting with every second. "What the hell!" I screamed loud enough now. "I literally tried to seduce my own childhood friend in his room, while drunk!"

And this morning… I had shouted at him, accused him of taking advantage of me, accused him of dragging me to his room and forcing himself on me.

What the hell, Maya.

What's wrong with you!?

What will Lucas think of me now? Maybe he'll think I'm some kind of creep. Or worse, maybe he'll even hate me more. If he doesn't already despise me more than ever already.

To be honest, I AM a creep.

I mean, I invaded his personal space, his privacy. I crawled into his bed completely naked, rocked him, kissed him, touched him. Mumbled some things about dreams, Caleb, and d***s. I even licked my lips.

I even called him Caleb after making him touch me.

Shame hit me like a slap. My entire body suddenly felt hot. I dropped my head into my hands and groaned.

I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me whole.

The reality of the madness I performed last night kept hitting me like a blow, one by one, one after the other. My body still ached from how Lucas devoured me like I was his favorite meal.

I could remember it clearly now.

He literally saw me naked. He saw all of me. And I can't believe I begged him to mark me. How could I be so foolish and desperate? He did things that even Caleb and I never did despite being in a relationship.

I clutched my hair and buried my face in my hands and screamed.

"Ahh!!! What the hell!!!"