Page 85 of Claimed By My Fiancé's Brother

“Let me go,” she demanded, but I couldn’t.

Lost to my desires, I could do nothing but grab the back of her neck, thread my fingers through her hair, and kiss her like I’d been wanting to for months.

Eleanor was still for a moment, so still that I could taste her confusion, and then she melted against me, her lips parting.

Eleanor’s kiss was tentative at first, but her urgency built by the second, her lips pliant and supple beneath mine as she offered them to me. I sucked on her tongue, unable to recall why I’d tried to fight our attraction.

One hand in her hair guided the trajectory of our kiss while the other raked down Eleanor’s back, cupping her ass and pulling her even closer to me, unable to stop touching her as our kiss deepened.

Eleanor shuddered into my touch, her hips rocking against mine, my lips swallowing every moan that left her. My pulse thrummed within me, desire for Eleanor overriding my every thought, every impulse, consuming me completely and?—

Eleanor pulled away, suddenly ending our kiss.

“Alexander.” Her gaze was dark and bewildered as her breath came hard and fast, her lips just inches from mine. “What are you doing?”

Losing control. Unraveling. Untethering. Those were words I might have used if I’d enough presence of mind to speak.

Instead, I tightened my hand on her neck, pressed my finger against her racing pulse, and tugged Eleanor forward to reclaim her lips.

Her lips parted eagerly beneath mine this time, no longer uncertain. This kiss was rougher, wetter, and messier than the last, our tongues sliding against each other in a battle for dominance.

Eleanor’s hands went to my chest, but she didn’t push me away.

Not even when my lips left hers to explore every inch of her skin that I could. I traveled to her chin, to the hollow of her throat, to the spot on her neck where our mating mark lay.

Eleanor stiffened and tipped her head slightly to the side, baring more of her neck to me, her back arched and a low moan escaping her.

“Alexander, please,” she begged, her voice husky.

I didn’t know if it was a plea to continue or to stop.

I wasn’t sure if even she knew.

I kissed my way around the mark, sucking, biting, and teasing, rewarded by soft gasps and moans from Eleanor.

“I couldn’t let you get mated to Dylan,” I confessed, my words barely above a growl. “You’re mine. You always have been.”

Eleanor paused, her fingers sliding through my hair to lightly tug my head away from her nape so I could meet her gaze.

She’d never looked more stunning, her cheeks flushed red with arousal, her dark blond hair mussed and framing those beautiful green eyes that were fixed on me as her lips parted slightly in disbelief.

“Alexander,” she whispered, and if I had any doubts about Eleanor being as far gone as I was, they were cleared.

I wanted—needed—to hear her say my name just like that, over and over again.

Cupping her cheek, I traced my finger over the edge of her lips.

“You make me want things I have no business wanting, Eleanor.”

Things that could ruin everything. Things I’d already accepted I could never have, but somehow, when she was here, next to me…I wanted to believe it could be different.

She’d ruined me for anyone else from our first kiss, and I didn’t have the fortitude to hold back anymore.

Eleanor swallowed and bit her lower lip. It shouldn’t have looked as endearing and unbelievably hot as it did.

Easing my finger between her lips, I tugged her lower lip free and sealed my lips over hers.

I explored her mouth thoroughly, a groan escaping me when her tongue brushed against mine, following my lead and giving in to me.

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