Page 46 of Claimed By My Fiancé's Brother

My heart raced, threatening to escape my chest.

In my bid to escape Alexander, I’d put myself in an even more compromising position.

Darkness swirled in Alexander’s gaze, and when he spoke, his voice was little more than a guttural growl.

“You willneverbe in close quarters with Dylan again.”

Each breath was tainted by his sensual scent, its woody undertones going straight to my head and muddying my thoughts.

I held on tight to the last vestiges of my rationality as I met Alexander’s gaze.

“You don’t have the right to order me to do that,” I said, my voice coming out stronger than I’d expected.

Alexander growled, and the sound reverberated through me, affecting me in all the wrong ways.

“You aremine, Eleanor.”

I shook my head in denial, but my legs were pressed together and my core ached with arousal. He hadn’t touched me yet, but I was already a mess.

“Back up, Alexander,” I told him, my words more of a plea than anything else.

Naturally, he didn’t back up.

Instead, he moved closer, his knee settling between my thighs and parting my legs without my permission.

A rough sound escaped me as my body turned into liquid heat beneath him.

“Alexander, please.”

I was begging him to release me, but my hips rolled against him and my nipples were painfully hard.

Alexander trailed a single finger down my cheek, sending a wave of shivers through me.

“Promise me,” he insisted, his voice a dark enchantment pulling me under.

My mind was in such a haze that it took me several seconds to realize he was still talking about me not being in “close quarters with Dylan.”

I wanted to refuse purely on principle. Alexander couldn’t just sexually compel me into agreeing to whatever he wanted.

Alexander’s thumb dipped to my lips and parted them ever so slightly, his gaze dark as night.

It took everything in me to rein in the insane impulse to suck on his finger. I wanted to push him back onto my bed and straddle him, stare into those blue eyes that unraveled me completely, and unbuckle his pants and?—

“I promise, I promise,” I said hurriedly, before I found myself in an even more compromising position.

But Alexander didn’t let go of me.

His hands moved all over me—ripping at my dress, touching, groping, and igniting a trail of lust that had my head falling back and uninhibited moans escaping my lips.

It took me longer than it should have to realize he was marking me, smothering me in his scent and erasing Dylan’s—marking his territory in the most primitive way possible.

It was insane. It was barbaric.

So why did I find it so damn hot?

Especially when he whispered the word “mine”over and over again, with his lips a breath away from my skin.

If I had any doubts that Alexander’s wolf was in control, they were completely erased.

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