Page 31 of Mismatched Mates

Her breath caught and she shuddered, fingers digging into my shoulder as she held herself up. I kept fucking her with my fingers, riding her orgasm as she smothered her moans into the back of her hand, until eventually she sagged against me.

“Well done.” I stroked her face. She reached for my cock again, but I stopped her. “On your knees.”

For a second, it looked as though she didn’t compute. I saw the moment comprehension dawned, eyes widening and gleaming with an unholy light that told me she liked the commands. It was like she’d been crafted for me. Perfect. Matching me in every way.

Eyes still on mine, she lowered herself to her knees, dragging her hands down my thighs until I was the perfect height to slide my cock between those luscious lips. One hand cupping my balls and the other following her mouth, she only had to work me for a few seconds before I teetered on the edge. “Just like that,” I told her, voice rough.

She smiled around me, and that was the thing that set me off. Both hands in her hair, holding her still, I emptied myself down her throat, and she took it all without complaint.

I sagged against the wall, panting, feeling like she’d just turned me inside out. Nothing had ever, ever felt like this before.

In the dim light, Jane looked just as shocked, like the insane, drugging pleasure had wiped her out, too. I pulled her closerand kissed her again. “Shall we go home?” I asked. “I can call Winslow round and make our excuses.”

“Oh, yes please.” She laughed a little against my cheek, but the sound was wry. “I don’t feel like facing your family right now.”

By family, she meant father, and I understood that. This was far more than either of us had bargained for tonight, and although I didn’t regret it, not even a little bit, I had to admit it complicated the situation.

At least no one would suspect it was fake when they smelled her on me.

“Go wait outside,” I said, adjusting her dress and hair so she looked presentable. “I’ll join you in a moment.”

There was a hesitancy I wasn’t expecting in her eyes, but she merely nodded and stepped back. I forced myself not to glance back at her when I left the room.

I found Konrad and told him to make our excuses, and by the time I got back outside, Winslow was there and Jane was already in the car, heels on the floor and her feet curled up under her like a cat.

“And there you have it,” I said as the car pulled away. “My family at its best.”

“They seem nice.” Her voice came out measured, hesitant even.

“You can say it. My father’s an ass.”

She glanced at me, eyes luminous in the dark. “He didn’t seem like an ass, just… strict.”

“That’s what he wants you to think. A good guy in that strict, old-fashioned kind of way.”

“I do have a question, though.” Her fingers snuck toward mine, and I brought them to my mouth. “Konrad is your younger brother, right?”

I tensed. Subconsciously,, I’d always known this was coming, but I still didn’t have a way of explaining it in a way that sounded remotely neutral. Probably because even after all these years, I didn’t quite understand it myself. “Yeah,” I said, not trusting myself to say more.

“So how come you’re not the future alpha? I thought the title always passed to the eldest son in wolf packs?”

“You’re not wrong—usually.”

“So why is it different with you?” she pressed.

I sighed, her fingers still in mine, and I played with them absently as I how much to reveal. “We don’t have the same mother.”

“Oh.”

“She died when I was a baby and my father got custody. Then he met his mate and they set up Sentinel together and had the rest of the kids. Three brothers and a sister.”

“Mara,” she mused. “The sister that you were talking about before?”

“Yeah. She epitomizes the saying, ‘wolf in sheep’s clothing’.”

“I always wanted a sister.”

“Yeah?” I glanced at her, but her face was shadowed and I couldn’t make much out from her expression. “Mara's not one to back down, from anything really. The bigger the challenge, the better.”

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