Page 19 of Her Fake Mate

You rat bastard.

I have no choice. I have to kiss Mia, or it will be weird. We can’t just be three guys having dinner with our respective partners, then going to patrol, without kissing them goodbye.

Turning, I grab Mia’s shoulders. “Don’t move,” I whisper.

Her eyes widen, and her lips round in a little ‘o’ before I lean in.

And I kiss her.

The point of this kiss was to get it over with quickly, so that I could get Evander off my back. But pretty soon, I realize that this kiss is not going to end quickly. Mostly, because there’s no way in hell that I can end it quickly.

Despite the explicit order I gave her to not move, Mia moves. Her lips part under mine on a breathy sigh, and she melts into my hand, her smooth neck hot against my fingers.

I can’t help it. Instinct takes over.

Gripping the back of her neck, I tilt her head back for better access. My tongue moves into her mouth, and I want to groan. She’s so sweet.

Mia makes a little gasping noise that I want to swallow. My other hand threads through her wild hair, ready to tug her closer, when I hear a noise. Specifically, someone clearing their throat.

Mia pulls back first.

The loss of her is… It takes everything in me not to reach for her again.

Her pupils are wide. Her breasts are straining at the neckline of her dress, and I can’t think of anything else for a solid ten seconds.

Her cheeks are flushed. The blush covers her neck. The tops of her breasts.

I wonder…

“All right. Well. Maybe you don’t need to go on patrol tonight,” Evander says with a poorly disguised laugh.

Mia’s blush deepens.

Fuck him. “I’m coming right behind you,” I bark at the beta.

He puts his hands up and walks out. I look down at Mia, reaching forward to touch one of her curls. “You good?”

She just stares at me.

Chapter 5

Mia

The memory of that kiss haunts me.

Zander and the alpha and beta go out to patrol. I say goodnight to Iris and Briony. I drive home. I take over for Josh, who spent the night looking after the kids. My body goes through their bedtime routine easily.

But my brain is stuck on the kiss.

I swear I can feel his lips on mine still. Zander kissed me like I was… important. Like he couldn’t stop. And I’m a little ashamed to say it, but… I couldn’t stop, either.

Now, lying in my bed, I press my hand to my mouth.

Zander kisses like a freaking god.

Like… that shouldn’t be allowed. It should be a crime to kiss like that.

If that’s the case, though… I’ll go to jail any day of the week.

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