Page 18 of A Chance at Love for the Twin Alphas

“Then we just need to make sure not to let them out while we mate.” I grin.

She pushes herself up on her elbows. “Too much talking,” she complains. “Get rid of your clothes. If you’re not inside me within the next minute, I swear I’m leaving.”

“Oh, you won’t,” I growl, loving the way she challenges me.

I shrug off the shirt she already unbuttoned for me and tug off my pants and underwear, freeing my erection. When I crawl back onto the bed, her skilled fingers instantly target my cock, brushing and stroking it to full hardness. Meanwhile, I allow my hands to explore her body. She has beautiful breasts. They are the perfect fit for my hands. So beautiful. I bend down to suck at one of her nipples while my other hand massages her other breast.

“You don’t think they are too small,” she pants.

“They are perfect,” I mutter, biting into one of her nipples and making her moan and hiss.

“Fuck, yes, Henry.”

The way she responds to my touch spurs me on further. I keep one of my hands on her breasts while I move downwards, my tongue leaving a wet trail until I reach my destination. I pepper her inner thighs with kisses, grabbing her legs with both my hands and pulling them apart for the perfect angle. I move my lips from her inner thighs to her core, allowing them to explore and taste her until she is moaning. Her legs shiver slightly against my grip, fighting against the urge to close them for more friction. My tongue circles her clit, making her scream.

“Henry,” she moans, her tone between impatient and aroused. “I need you inside me.”

I smirk. I don’t know if she is a beta or alpha by blood, but I’m starting to assume the latter. She is fucking demanding, just like I am. And I love it. In the future, I will make sure to tease her more, even if it means she will pay me back for it later.

I move away from her core and position myself between her legs. Before I can push inside, she presses one of her feet against my chest, her heel pressing against my skin. “Wait,” she says, stretching for something in her bedside drawer. “I’m not on birth control,” she pauses. “Yet.”

“Right.” I nod when she throws a condom at me. I rip the package open and swiftly pull it over my dick. The last thing I want is to knock her up when we haven’t even sorted out our lives. It wouldn’t be fair.

I grab her leg, the one still pressed against my chest, and kiss her ankle playfully before pushing it to the side. “I’m not a virgin,” she pants, wrapping her legs around my middle. “No need to be gentle.”

I growl at her wish to take her rough. I knew she wasn’t a virgin. We’ve talked about this on our mission when we joked about our experiences. I don’t mind. I’m not a virgin, either. The past lies in the past. From today on, it will only ever be her.

Without further warning, I plunge into her, noting how she throws her head back at the intrusion. “Too much?” I ask her, slightly worried by her groan.

“No,” she pants slightly, her eyes locking with mine. “Just need a moment. It’s been a while. I’ll get used to your size soon. The bond makes this so intense.”

Another growl leaves my lips at her saying so openly she wants to take my dick more than once. I give her a moment until I can feel her body relaxing. I carefully thrust into her, going slow first, almost pulling out completely just to plunge into her again. Her body shudders with every thrust. I grab one of her hands, entwining our fingers, while my other hand kneads her perky breasts again. She seems to be self-conscious about them. I’ll make sure to pay so much attention to them over the next few months so that she will realize that they are fucking perfect.

“Henry,” she moans, placing her hand on my neck and pulling me down towards her lips. I kiss her eagerly.

My hand leaves her breasts, moving between our bodies and circling her clit.

Her breath becomes more ragged while I feel my own orgasm approaching. She is so fucking hot. “Elodie,” I groan.

She wraps her arms around me, a shudder going through her body. She moans my name when she comes, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. I pump into her a few more times, finding my release as well.

I give us both a moment to gather our breath before pulling out of her and tossing the condom aside. I will clean up later. Now I just want to hold my mate in my arms.Thank you, Arlo,I tell my wolf.You let me stay in control.

I’d never mark her against her will,he says earnestly.I can’t believe you’d think that. I should be more pissed than I am.

You can’t remain angry.I smile.Not with our beautiful mate next to us.

He grumbles, glaring at me, but when Elodie stirs slightly and wraps her arms around me, his gaze softens.Danae,he says gently.

That’s her lycan, right?

He nods before disappearing in my mind to link with his lycan counterpart while we humans rest. Eventually, though, I can feel my stamina returning, and fortunately, Elodie is on the same page as I am, suddenly straddling me and riding my cock.

We spend hours exploring each other’s bodies and enjoying the bond between us. Later, when we truly run out of stamina and feel heavenly exhausted, we decide to take a break. Elodie freshens up in the bathroom while I clean the room a bit, changing the sheets and folding our clothes properly. Elodie comes back from the bathroom, watching me for a bit.

I freeze when I notice that she is seeingthatside of me. Awesome, now mated for a few hours, not even marked her yet, but she already encounters my weird antics. She doesn’t comment on them, though; instead, she calmly offers her help.

“No need,” I mutter. “Actually… having you close helps.”

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