Page 54 of Claimed By My Fiancé's Brother

“Alexander,” I gasped, reaching out to him instinctively.

“I’m here,” Alexander said, climbing into the bathtub and pulling me into his arms, my back to his chest.

Goddess, I was burning up.

My skin felt cool, but on the inside, I was still unbearably hot.

Alexander’s potent cinnamon scent washed over me, his body wet and impossibly hard behind me. His fingers threaded through mine as his breath on my neck sent pleasurable shivers down my spine.

I sucked in a deep breath, trying to rein in my baser impulses, but that just brought Alexander’s addictive scent even closer to me.

“I’ve got you,” Alexander said steadily, completely misunderstanding my sudden stillness. “You’ll be fine.”

His lips brushed the side of my neck as he shifted to help me find a more comfortable position, and that was all it took to fracture my tenuous hold on my arousal.

I pulled my fingers out of his and moved, ignoring the water that spilled over the sides of the bathtub as I straddled Alexander and faced him head-on.

Goddess, he was a sight to behold.

He was drenched, his shirt clinging to his body in a way that made my mouth water. His dark hair was plastered to his forehead as his beautiful ocean-blue eyes drew me in like a moth to a flame.

I knew I was going to get burned, but I didn’t care anymore.

I touched his cheek with my index finger, tracing the solid panes of his face down to the lips that tormented me, and Alexander tensed beneath me, desire sparking in the icy depths of his eyes.

Keeping my eyes locked on his, I leaned in, only to feel the firm grip of Alexander’s hand on my neck pulling me closer.

My nipples tightened painfully as my eyes rolled back at his touch.

But instead of kissing me and putting me out of my misery, Alexander pulled me to his chest, trapping me in a platonic embrace.

I let out a frustrated whine, but Alexander’s hold on me was unshakable.

“Calm down, Eleanor. The physicians will be here soon,” he rumbled softly, and I trembled against his chest, my breath rattling unevenly in my lungs.

Deep down, I knew he was saying something important—something I would’ve agreed with if I were in a clearer state of mind.

But I wasn’t.

With the fog of unbearable lust clouding my senses, I was unable to process that I was this close to our mate but unable to be with him.

Goddess, couldn’t he tell how much I wanted him?

I couldn’t remember a time when I wasn’t consumed by my need for him.

I wanted to taste every inch of him. I wanted to kiss him until I forgot what life was without him. I wanted him inside me, on top of me, pinning me down as he had last night, only this time he’d go all the way. He’d take me hard, with his hand around my throat and?—

“Eleanor,” Alexander warned, his voice strained and his hold on me tighter than it had been a moment ago.

Sensing weakness, I rolled my hips against Alexander’s, and he stiffened. All of him.

I couldn’t stop myself. A rough gasp tore out of my throat as I undulated my hips against Alexander’s, my claws ripping into his shirt as I clung to him.

“Eleanor,” Alexander growled. “Stop.”

Maybe I would have listened if my common sense hadn’t been eroded by this all-consuming need for Alexander. If I didn’t hear the arousal threading through his words. If I didn’t see a longing that reflected mine in those stunning blue eyes.

Abandoning all traces of subtlety, I ground harder against him, his shirt tearing apart in my hands.

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