Page 5 of Claimed By My Fiancé's Brother

Swallowing hard, my courage shot, I tried to hold on to the pieces of my rapidly unraveling plans.

I took one step toward him, then another. Before I could react, Alexander pushed me up against the wall, grabbing my hands and holding them in place by my sides.

Alexander’s dark gaze narrowed with suspicion.

“What do you think you’re doing?” The words left his lips in a guttural snarl that had my pulse spiking dangerously.

I didn’t let myself think about it.

Standing on my tiptoes, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to Alexander’s.

Yes, this was it—my very simple plan. Seducing my brother-in-law would easily shame Dylan into breaking off our engagement.

Alexander was so still I could almost taste his surprise, but he quickly took over the kiss.

Alexander’s lips were surprisingly warm. His hands released mine to cup the back of my head and guide me into the most mind-numbing, addictive kiss I’d ever experienced.

He kissed me like we’d done this a million times already, and he’d mastered the craft of kissing me.

His tongue moved against mine, slowly but surely conquering me with every lick, until my body was ablaze with pleasure and only his hold on me kept me upright.

I slid my hand down his bare back, unable to help myself, needing to feel more of him,allof him. I felt a slight tremble run through Alexander, and before I could think too much about it, his hand was on my neck, his touch so arousing and—his fingers grazed where Dylan had choked me mere minutes ago, and I winced.

Alexander ended the kiss, leaving me gasping for air. My body subconsciously leaned into him before I noticed what had made him stop.

Alexander’s gaze was focused on my neck—or rather, on the bruises Dylan had left on me.

“Who did that to you?” Alexander demanded, his jaw tight with displeasure. I’d never heard him sound so enraged before.

Before I could respond, Alexander pushed my hair over my shoulder and ran his nose down my nape, sniffing me.

Sparks erupted down the path of Alexander’s breath on my skin and I shivered, my hands forming fists in my robe as I tried my best to resist the urge to arch against Alexander. What the hell was happening to me?

When Alexander moved away from me, his usual sardonic look was back on his face. The passionate Alexander from our kiss was completely gone as he chuckled derisively.

“So the little rabbit is here for revenge,” he said mockingly, and I flushed.

Of course Alexander had scented Dylan and Micah on me and drawn an accurate conclusion. The rumors about his senses being stronger than those of a regular wolf were true, apparently.

Suddenly I felt so out of my depth. What on earth was I doing here?

“This was a mistake,” I said, unable to meet Alexander’s gaze. “Please excuse me.”

I made to leave, but Alexander didn’t move out of my way. Instead, he took another step closer to me.

Purely reflexively, I took a step back, but Alexander followed me, literally caging me in, his voice at my ear low, thick, and luscious.

“It’s a little too late for that, Eleanor.”

My lungs couldn’t seem to work properly, and my shallow inhales just made my head foggy with Alexander’s scent of sandalwood and amber.

“I… I…” I had something to say, but for the life of me, I couldn’t remember what it was.

Alexander’s fingers went up my nightdress and trailed across my bare thighs, making a small moan escape my lips.

I pressed my thighs together as if that would ease the ache in my core, but that just trapped Alexander’s hand between my legs.

Alexander’s eyes stayed steady on mine as he stroked my thigh—once, twice—and my legs fell open. No sooner had my legs fallen apart than Alexander pulled his hand away, and I almost pulled it back onto my thigh.

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