DEADLY ATTRACTION TO THE WRONG TWIN

Chapter 3

Dane’s pov

I had spent years watching her from the shadows, close enough to breathe her in, never close enough to touch.

Every glance in her direction felt like stealing. The pack called me cursed, poisoned blood, the brother who should’ve died with the rest of our litter.

They kept her away from me like I was a plague incarnate. It didn't matter that she was my mate because no one knew that, not even her. The bond screamed in my veins every damn day, but I stayed back. I had to.

Until tonight.

Now she was in my arms, burning up, thighs locked around my hips, nails digging into my shoulders like she would fall apart if she let go.

My whole body was strung tight, things so hard it hurt, pulsing against her heat through two layers of denim that needed to be gone yesterday.

I wanted to slam into her, pin her down, make her scream my name until her voice gave out.

But she wasn’t just some quick fun. She was my jewel, my everything. Even if she hated me tomorrow, I would be gentle with her tonight. Or at least I would try.

Her mouth was on mine again, sloppy, desperate, tasting like salt and desire, I kissed her back slowly, filthy slow, swallowing every whimper.

My hands slid under her torn shirt, my palms rough against the softest skin I had ever touched.

When my thumbs brushed her n*****s, she arched so hard the headboard cracked against the wall.

“Dane….” she sobbed, half cry, half moan. Tears rolled down her cheeks, but her hips rolled into me like she couldn’t stop.

I hated seeing her cry. I hated more that my bastard brother had left her in heat this long, aching and empty.

The scent of it flooded the room, it was so sweet and intoxicating, dripping down her thighs. I could tell that it had been days. She’d been suffering for days while he did God-knows-what.

I tugged her shirt over her head, mouth watering at the sight of her perfect breasts.

I cupped her breasts, my thumbs circling until she shook. Then I bent and took one n****e between my teeth, gentle bite, hard suck. She screamed my name, fingers yanking my hair so hard my eyes watered. I didn’t care. I moved to the other, licking, sucking, leaving wet marks she’d feel tomorrow.

I kissed her stomach, tongue dipping into her navel just to hear that broken little moan.

Her legs fell open for me like she had been waiting for years. And hell, maybe she had. I dragged her jeans and panties off in one rough pull, tossed them somewhere across the room. The sight of her, soaked and swollen, nearly dropped me to my knees.

Goddess! The scent was pure torture. My mouth watered, and my wolf clawed at my ribs, snarling mine, mine, mine.

I spread her wider, thumbs stroking those trembling thighs. “Look at you,” I rasped, my voice was wrecked. “So wet for me, baby. Been needing this, haven’t you?”

She whimpered, hips jerking toward my mouth. I didn’t make her ask. I licked her slowly, one long drag from her entrance to her c**t. She jolted like I’d shocked her, a raw scream escaping out of her throat.

I did it again. And again. Then sealed my lips around that tight little bundle of nerves and sucked.

She came instantly, thighs clamping around my head, whole body bowing off the bed. I held her down, kept licking through it, gentler now, drawing it out until she was sobbing my name and flooding my tongue.

I couldn’t wait anymore.

I surged up, shoving my jeans down just enough to free my c*ck. She stared at it, eyes blown wide, lips parted.

Before I could say anything, her hands were on me, small fingers wrapping around what they could, stroking once, twice. Then she leaned forward and took me into her mouth.

“Goddess……Oh!!”

She was hot, wet and eager. She moaned around me like she loved the taste, cheeks hollowing as she sucked me deep. I lasted maybe thirty seconds before I had to pull her off or embarrass myself.

“Enough!” I growled, hauling her up. I flipped her onto her stomach, dragged her hips back until she was on her knees. One thrust and I sank home.

Tight! So goddamn tight I saw stars. She cried out, pushing back, taking me deeper. I gave her a second, just one, then let go.

I pierced her hard, skin slapping skin, headboard banging like it wanted to break. She kept moaning about my name, over and over, like a prayer.

I flipped her again, hooked her legs over my shoulders, and went deeper. Then on her side, my chest to her back, one hand between her legs rubbing tight circles while I pounded into her.

When she came the second time, she dragged me with her. I buried myself to the hilt and let go, pumping rope after rope of c*m deep inside her, marking her in the only way I could tonight.

My teeth hovered over the curve of her neck, aching to bite, to claim. I didn't think she was mine. She was married to my brother, no matter how much I wanted her, I couldn't forget that.

We collapsed, sweaty, shaking, hearts pounding against each other. Her scent was all over me now. Mine all over her.

I knew what we had done. She was still my brother’s wife on paper. Tomorrow she might hate me. I might regret every second.

I traced lazy circles on her spine and pressed my face into her hair.

I didn’t care. Not even a little bit.

I finally got to have a taste of what my mate feels like, the satisfaction was against the world and even if it was just for today, I would bear the cross.