Page 120 of A Chance at Love for the Twin Alphas

“You miss her,” I say sadly, my heart breaking for how she lost her whole family.

“I do, every day,” she admits, putting her hand on her heart. “But fortunately, I found you.”

“I will try my best to be your new family,” I tell her softly. “Henry and I, and Elodie, my parents. Whatever you want or need, I’ll try to give it to you.”

She smiles a bit as she turns to look at me, then, to my surprise, she wraps her arms around me. I respond automatically, wrapping my arms around her waist. “I’m still naked,” I whisper.

She flashes me a smirk. “I know,” she says, her tone daring. “I was thinking… we could act on that promise I gave you before.”

I grin, scooping her up in my arms. Her legs wrap around me, and I walk towards my cottage, kicking the door open and carrying her to the small bedroom.

*DALILA*

I’ve wanted to jump his bones for days now… actually, ever since I laid eyes on him, which is so not me. It just feels so right. Maybe this is what they call the mate bond. I want him, and he wants me, so why waste any more time?

Fortunately, the red wave of doom visited me last week, so I’m all ready to be jumped by that godlike man. I laugh as he helps me get out of my thick clothes. The cottage is surprisingly warm. Maybe he had plans to bring me here for a while already. Instead of tugging the clothes off me, however, Tony takes his time, undressing piece after piece and sometimes allowing his hands to glide over the fabric of my clothes and feel my body through it until I’m only covered in my underwear and my shirt. The only remaining fabric between his hands and my naked skin. He kneads my breasts, his hands rough and eager, and I can’t wait to feel them against my naked skin. As if he read my mind, he helps me out of my shirt, leaving me in just my bra before continuing, his hand slipping past my bra and cupping one of my breasts, his other hand moving downwards, stroking me through my panties.

A moan escapes my lips, my walls clenching at how much I want him to fill me up. Then his skillful fingers suddenly push past my panties and towards my wet core.

“Tony,” I moan.

“The sounds you make,” he whispers, pulling me into another kiss. “They are heavenly.”

He lets go and, with a smirk, frees me of my underwear, tossing it on the floor before eagerly crawling on top of me. For a split second, I feel insecure. He has been with so many women, and I don’t mind, it’s just… I’m sure he had so many beautiful werewolf girls. And I, partial deity or not, am just Dalila. Dalila with her broad hips, her holiday pounds, and her short legs. I’m just so normal.

One look out of Tony’s eyes, however, chases all my fears away. He looks at me with so much heat, like he wants to devour me on the spot, and it’s the hottest thing ever.

“You are breathtaking,” he says, kissing my neck first before moving down to my breasts. He pays attention to both of them, sucking at my nipples and teasing them with his teeth. I have been with other guys before, but it didn’t mean much to me. This here is so different.

I can feel tingles from Tony’s touch. My skin seems to burn in the most pleasurable way wherever he touches me. He moves downwards now, his lips kissing me on every spot they reach on his way downwards until he reaches my core. He spreads my legs further, his hot tongue licking over my most sensitive spot. He has a slight stubble, and it scratches me slightly, turning me on even further.

I arch my back, starting to move against his touches. Being mated to this hot werewolf suddenly has even more perks, it seems, because, my god, his hands are magic. As if he read my thoughts, his thumb suddenly circles my clit, and again tingles erupt from his touch. I gasp at the intensity of the feeling, not able to hold back my moans.

If he doesn’t stop anytime soon, I will come, and I definitely want to come with him inside me.

I push myself up a bit, grabbing his shoulder for support. He smiles as he pulls me up and has me straddle his hips. His hands move over my back, pressing me closer to his body while I kiss him heatedly, tasting myself on his tongue. My hand moves between our bodies to feel for his cock. He is well equipped but not so much that I need to fear for my life—that last Google search I did was terrifying. I try to feel the skin of his cock, the texture of it, varying my movements and the pressure of my fingers a bit to see what he enjoys.

Anthony closes his eyes, groaning in pleasure.

“Condoms?” I ask.

Without even blinking, he moves towards the bedside table and retrieves a bag of condoms. I watch him slipping a condom over his hard cock, impatiently waiting for him to be done. Once he is, I wrap my arms around him again.

“I want you to fuck me,” I whisper. “And I want to ride you.”

“Why not both?” he smirks, grabbing me by my hips and holding me in place while he carefully lowers me on his dick. It stretches me wide open, but I’m so wet and eager for him I hardly feel the burn. The last guy I had sex with didn’t turn me on much, and we had to use lube for it to feel even remotely pleasant, but this here is different. I moan as his cock fills me completely. Rocking my hips forward, I start to produce some friction, making both of us moan. I keep testing the perfect angle, first rocking forward, then pushing my hips up and down. The sounds that leave his lips turn me on further. I lean backwards to give us a different kind of friction, shocked when I feel a wave of pleasure going through me.

I gasp at the feeling, noticing how Tony suddenly grabs my hips to control my movement. He shifts his body slightly, retaking control and pushing his hips upward. Every time he pumps his dick into me, the feeling of pleasure grows.

Fuck, that’s new and so good. “Tony,” I blurt out. “More.”

“As my mate wishes,” he growls, and for a moment, something in his eyes flashes, his eyes turning dark. “You feel so good,” he groans. That’s Lys. I can easily tell by his voice.

“You too,” I moan. “More!” I beg.

Tony’s eyes are back to normal, and he grabs me by my ass before dropping me on my back. He places one of my legs on his shoulder while I wrap the other around his middle before he plunges into me again.

I moan helplessly at the growing feeling of pleasure inside me, my hand grabbing onto his shoulder to make him go on while my free hand moves downwards to touch myself, circling around my clit for even more pleasure.

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