HER TWO MATES

CHAPTER THREE: THE SECOND BILLIONAIRE

Aurora stood alone in the Damien Estate’s garden, bathed in moonlight and confusion.

It had been three days since the night Alexander claimed her. Since the first time he entered her—not just her body, but her soul. Every inch of her still remembered the feel of his hands, his voice inside her ear, the way her orgasm shattered her thoughts into a thousand stars.

But it was more than lust. Something darker stirred within her now. Her hearing was sharper. Her skin tingled when someone walked behind her—even before they spoke. Her dreams were full of forests and howling.

And yet... something was missing. Or maybe, someone.

She took a sip of the champagne Alexander’s staff had delivered, not because she wanted it, but because she needed something cold against the heat rising in her blood. This craving inside her wasn’t just s****l—it was primal.

And it wasn't only for Alexander.

Downtown Manhattan — Charity Auction, Two Days Earlier

Before she signed her life to Alexander’s estate, she had attended one final event—an exclusive black-tie fundraiser at The Glasshouse, invited by a nameless investor who requested a "private meeting" with SynapseVault’s founder.

She expected another old-money elitist in a cravat.

She got Jaxon Stom instead.

The first thing she noticed was the motorcycle parked illegally outside.

The second was him—towering, tattooed, sinfully gorgeous, lounging against a black Maserati like the night owed him something.

Leather jacket, open shirt, steel-gray rings on every finger, and eyes like wildfire.

He looked at her like he already knew what she tasted like.

“You’re Aurora,” he said, pushing off the car. His voice was deeper than Alexander’s. More gravel. More s*x.

“Depends who’s asking,” she replied.

“Jaxon Stom,” he said, offering his hand. “I make people rich, or ruin them. Depends on how they treat me.”

She arched a brow. “So which do you want to do to me?”

He smirked, stepping closer. “Why not both?”

Inside the event, he never left her side.

He didn't touch her—not yet—but his gaze roamed her like a hand. He asked about her code, her startup, her story. But never once did he ask her to sell.

Instead, he whispered, “Let me build something with you.”

He smelled like smoke and spice. Talked like a devil, walked like a king.

She should’ve walked away. But every time he looked at her, her thighs clenched.

When she reached for her drink and their fingers brushed, her body lit up. A spark. No, more than that.

A jolt.

So powerful she gasped and dropped the glass.

Jaxon caught it midair.

He looked at her. She looked at him.

And in that moment, she knew.

He felt it too.

Back in the Present — Damien Estate

Aurora shook the memory from her head, but it clung like a second skin. That spark hadn’t faded. If anything, it pulsed stronger.

Alexander had told her she was his. He marked her. Took her.

But her body didn’t lie—and it had craved Jaxon just as hard.

Maybe harder.

Three Hours Later — An Unexpected Visitor

A knock.

Soft. Confident.

She rose from the garden chaise and walked back through the estate's glass hallway, the floor chilled beneath her bare feet.

Another knock.

She opened the door—and her breath caught.

Jaxon.

Black jeans, black boots, jacket half-zipped, golden chain at his throat. His hair was windblown, and his smile—feral.

“I figured security would’ve killed me by now,” he said, stepping inside uninvited.

“What the hell are you doing here?” she whispered, panic and excitement flooding her limbs.

“I smelled you,” he said simply.

She blinked. “What?”

“I was halfway across the city. But I smelled you—and I couldn’t stay away.”

Her pulse kicked into overdrive.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she said, backing up.

“But I am.”

He stalked toward her, eyes never leaving her mouth. “I thought Alexander claimed you. I told myself I’d leave you alone. Let him have you.”

He stopped inches away. “But fate’s not letting me.”

“I don’t believe in fate,” she whispered.

“Then believe in this.”

And then—he kissed her.

The kiss was fire and rebellion. Wild. Hungry. Reckless.

Unlike Alexander’s icy dominance, Jaxon kissed her like she was the last taste of life before death.

He lifted her easily, pressing her back to the hallway wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist as their tongues tangled in a kiss that felt ancient.

“You’re his mate,” he growled against her lips, grinding against her soaked core. “But you’re mine too. I know it. I feel it.”

She gasped as his hand slid beneath her nightshirt, teasing the bare skin of her thigh.

“You want me to stop?” he asked.

“No,” she breathed.

His hand cupped her heat, finding her drenched and throbbing. He groaned, forehead pressed to hers.

“f**k… you’re already ready for me.”

She bit his shoulder to silence herself as his fingers entered her, curling deep. Her hips bucked instinctively.

He whispered her name like a vow, working her until her walls clenched around his fingers, orgasm ripping through her before he even undressed.

Then he carried her—fast, quiet, through the halls—and threw her onto the guest bed.

“Take your shirt off,” she said, voice ragged.

He obeyed.

Tattoos covered his chest and arms—ancient symbols, runes, a wolf etched over his heart.

“Why do you have that?” she asked, pointing at the wolf mark.

He smirked. “Ask your other boyfriend.”

Then he dropped his pants, and her mouth went dry.

He knelt between her legs, pulled her to the edge, and buried his tongue in her like he’d waited lifetimes.

Aurora screamed, fists tangling in his hair, thighs squeezing his head as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.

By the time he slid into her, she was barely coherent.

He thrust slow, deep, rocking her with each stroke.

“I won’t mark you yet,” he growled into her neck. “But I could. Right now. I could bite you, and he’d never touch you again.”

She wrapped her legs tighter around him.

“But I want you to choose me, Aurora. Freely.”

She moaned, her third climax exploding around his c**k.

He came seconds later, burying his face in her hair as they collapsed together.

After

The room was quiet. Her body throbbed, her skin burned.

Jaxon lay beside her, chest rising and falling like a storm just passed.

“You feel it too, don’t you?” he asked softly.

She turned her head toward him.

“Yes.”

Two mates. Two impossible bonds.

One heart.

And a war that hadn't even started.