Page 107 of A Chance at Love for the Twin Alphas

“I will remember this, mister,” I tell him.

“Me too,” he snickers before kissing me.

“Later,” I whisper against his lips, reluctantly letting go of him and getting out of the car just to sit in the front seat again. “Okay, I’m here. Drive on. The faster we arrive, the faster you will be able to get rid of us.”

“Now that’s the motivation I needed,” Arman mutters and takes off again.

You look slamming in these tight red pants,Marcel links me.

You like my ass in them?I tease back, congratulating myself on my daring outfit choice.

It looks delicious,he says, and I could swear there was a guttural growl to be heard. That’s my boy Chase.

What do you want to do to it?I ask daringly.

Hm,he hums, and I can hear more of Chase in his voice now.Slap it, rip your pants off, slap it again, and then fuck it.

You want to take me from behind?I smirk.

I want to fuck you in any possible way. However you want it,he says.

I love that.I try to sound as seductive as possible.Tell me what else you want.

I want—he starts.

“Are you two done?” Arman interrupts our little intermission. He has narrowed his eyes to a glare. “What were you doing? Sexlinking?”

He doesn’t need to know how close to the truth he just was.

“We were just discussing something,” Marcel says with a smile.

“I have a hard time believing that,” Arman says.

“Better believe it.” Marcel chuckles. “It’s better that way.”

“You are right, we’ll behave now.” I take a deep breath. Wow, this mate bond is intense. I wonder how Elodie and Henry cope with it, but then, Elodie has always been more reserved and private than I am. The true mind-fucking one is rather Anthony. I know he has had a wild past, but the way he is so patient and careful with Dalila is just the sweetest.

“It’s not like I don’t understand,” Arman mutters, to my surprise. “When I met Harmony the first time, all I wanted was to spend the next week with her… alone… without any interruption.”

I smile at him. “You are a great couple.”

“She is a great woman,” he says with a gentle smile.

“She really is,” Marcel agrees. “She is a kickass beta. You got really lucky, man. Though”—I can feel his fingers gently brushing over my arm—“I got really lucky, too.”

“Everyone thinks their mate is the best,” I snort.

“True.” Arman sounds amused.

“How fast did you mark her?” I ask curiously. Maybe it’s too private of a question, but after everything we went through together, I doubt it can be too private.

To my surprise, Marcel laughs, the sound sending tingles all over my body. I love his laugh so much. It’s always so bright and honest. “What’s so funny?” I ask curiously.

“Mr. Prude here sealed the deal an hour after they met,” Marcel snorts.

I toss a glance at Arman. “Really?” I ask curiously.

“It’s not…” Arman pauses, unsure how to continue.

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