Page 55 of Claimed By My Fiancé's Brother

Meeting Alexander’s dark gaze, I spoke.

“I want you, Alexander.” I traced a finger down his face, unable to stop touching him. “I think I always have.”

I felt the razor-thin hold on Alexander’s control snap.

He fisted my hair and slammed his lips down on mine.

I opened up eagerly for him, my tongue meeting his in a dance of dominance that took my breath away.

Alexander’s kiss set me ablaze. It was everything I remembered from our only night together and more. It was wet, messy, desperate, hungry, feral, and blatantly sexual. It ferociously consumed me until I couldn’t tell where Alexander started and I began.

Alexander ended our kiss, leaving me breathless as he kissed his way from the crook of my neck to my throat. His hands stroked my body possessively, claiming every part of me as his.

My head fell back, a moan on my lips as I leaned into his kiss, his touch, his caress. My fingernails dug into his back and tugged him closer.

Alexander growled and tore off my shirt and bra, and then his lips were on me. His tongue moved over my nipples, sucking and teasing until my sanity hung by a loose thread.

I needed him. I needed him so bad it hurt.

I gasped and moaned as I rolled my hips against Alexander’s erection, my fingers buried in his hair to hold him against me.

Alexander’s hands stroked down my sides and cupped my ass, squeezing it as he rocked against me hungrily.

My breath came hard, my pulse racing so fast it was a miracle my heart hadn’t stopped. I panted desperately, my legs shaky as Alexander’s erection rubbed my clit through our clothes.

My body was a conduit of need as I lost myself to the sensations flooding my body.

Nothing in the world mattered except my hunger for Alexander. I didn’t care about how we’d ended up here. Our usual animosity was meaningless to me, and the water spilling over the sides of the bathtub with our every movement could flood the entire bathroom, for all I cared.

Nothing else mattered because Alexander was staring at me, his icy blue eyes filled with something other than disinterest, mockery, and disgust. They were filled with an emotion that made my heart race faster, and I felt something in the back of my mind shift, finally clicking into place.

Alexander’s hand flexed around the back of my neck, tugging me closer, and I instantly forgot about anything that wasn’t him.

If our first kiss had been fueled by blind desire, this was something else entirely.

It was languid, tender, almost affectionate…and it undid me.

But it only lasted for a moment. Alexander pulled away as the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps reached our ears.

Alexander’s arms tightened protectively around me as a shaky female voice spoke from his room.

“We’re here for the treatment, as per your summons,” she said deferentially.

I snarled, my territorial side surfacing.

Who was this female who was trying to steal my mate’s attention from me?

Alexander’s grip on me flexed, as if he was undecided, but then he let go of me. Startled, I reached for him. But even though we’d just been inches apart, he was already gone, those stunning blue eyes icing over again.

“Not like this,” Alexander whispered, and I wasn’t sure if he was speaking to me or himself.

“Alexander, please,” I begged, fear seizing me as Alexander seemed to drift away. “Don’t leave me.”

Alexander met my gaze, and the wall he always held up between us was firmly back in place.

“Tell me that when you aren’t being driven by your baser instincts,” he breathed. “I refuse to take advantage of you, Eleanor.”

Alexander was pushing me away.

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