Page 53 of A Chance at Love for the Twin Alphas

Marcel steps out of the bathroom, the towel firm around his hips and a shimmer of wetness still lingering over his lean muscles. Those bulked-up guys are hot, and nothing against them, but that god of a man with his smooth skin stretching over his toned abs and biceps, and whatever the rest of these muscles are called.

He accidentally loses his towel while he picks up his clothes.

Holy guacamole, that ass!

I swear, he could probably crack a nut open with these ass cheeks!

Cursing, he puts it around his waist again, and I get up on all fours, looking at him. “You’re wearing too much, my mate.”

He spins around, his eyes widening when he sees me. I get up on my knees, stretching a bit to put all the spotlight on my boobs. Elo and I are rather small in height, but during the last year, we developed some curves. Thank you, Goddess, for giving me these two babies and a wiggly ass. Judging by the way my mate’s eyes darken, he seems to be thanking the Goddess too.

He tosses his towel aside and approaches the bed with long, confident strides. The way his gaze roams my body sends shivers of anticipation down my spine. He grabs me by my ankles, tugging me closer with enough force to make me lose my balance and drop on my back.

Oh yes, my chocolate prince has a wild side to him.

“You minx,” he breathes out as he hovers above me, his hungry lips moving over my upper body and attacking one of my nipples while his other hand massages my other breast. “Your body is fucking perfect,” he growls.

I push up on my elbows and look at him innocently. “In school, they teased me for my big boobs, but I assume you don’t mind them?”

“They are perfect!” As if to prove his point, he bites into my nipple before letting go and grabbing both my boobs with his hands. “Spread your legs, my mate,” he commands.

Oh fuck, that tone sends tingles down my body directly towards my core. I contemplate teasing him and not doing it, just to rile him up further. It might be worth it in the long run, but today I don’t give a shit about the long run. I spread my legs, moaning when I feel Marcel’s hot tongue licking over my entrance. I wrap my legs around his head to ensure he stays where he is. There was no need to worry, it seems, as Marcel doesn’t seem to want to go anywhere else. His tongue is doing miracles on my pussy. I’ve had guys before, but none of them even remotely compare to Marcel and his miracle tongue. It’s blessed by the Moon Goddess, I swear.

Holy guacamole! The sacred tongue!

He makes me moan and pant as his tongue keeps teasing me before he plunges it inside me.

Oh fuck, I’m so close already. “Marcel,” I pant.

His tongue swirls around my clit before his teeth grace over it, making me scream. Fuck, I swear, I need to name his tongue. It deserves to be worshipped. I’m not even embarrassed by the noises I make or that I come so soon into our mating already.

Marcel doesn’t seem to mind either by the way his eyes darken as my walls tighten and I ride out my orgasm. “I love the noises you make,” he growls. “You’re so hot, Elise. My Elise.”

I pant as I come down from my orgasm. Samara is basically making backflips in my mind out of excitement.Once he is done with you, it’s my turn,she exclaims.I want a piece of his hot wolf, too. And I want to bite into that ass!

You will have your turn, promise; now get out of my mind!

She snickers and decides to give me the privacy I want. She is right, though. I kind of want to bite into that ass, too, but it seems like Marcel has similar ideas, just with my ass. He turns me over with one smooth movement, yanking my hips up a bit before he delivers a hard smack to my ass.

I groan at the slightly burning, tingly sensation, loving every moment of it. I love it even more when he smacks me again right at the same spot before he moves his miracle tongue over the spot he has just spanked. My heartbeat picks up its beat, and my core is throbbing again with want. I’m fated to a sex god, I think, right when he bites down on the tender flesh of my ass. Not hard enough to do any damage, but definitely hard enough to sting in the best way possible.

I moan. “Fuck, Marcel, if you are not inside me soon, I will claim your dick myself!”

“I would like to see you try.” He smirks. “I’d like to play this game and see who comes out as the winner.” He pauses. “Well, maybe next time.” He yanks me up further, his hands gripping me by my hips. “Protection?”

“I’m on birth control; just fuck me,” I growl.

He doesn’t need any more invitation, just plunging into me in one go. I moan at the sudden intrusion, feeling how he stretches me open with his thick length. But fuck, I love it. I’m not complaining. Might even retire Spartacus, my perfect bunny-eared dildo, who reaches the wildest spot.

Though, maybe not. When Marcel or I are on separate missions, I might need Spartacus’ services again.

I don’t have time to think about Spartacus any longer, though, as Marcel starts fucking me relentlessly, barely giving me time to catch my breath. He pulls me up so that my back rests against his chest, one of his arms around my waist, moving between my legs again to tease my clit. The other hand goes to its favorite destination, aka my boobs.

He twists one of my nipples between his fingers. It stings, but mostly, it feels amazing, and I find myself demanding more and more. Marcel is generous and gives me all I want until I come for the second time today. I scream his name as a wave of white lust overwhelms me, clenching my walls around his dick. “Do it,” I demand.

I don’t need to clarify. Marcel pushes my sweaty hair aside and tilts my head a bit before his canines lunge into my neck, prolonging and intensifying my orgasm so that it feels like I might pass out any moment.

“Not yet,” Marcel growls, turning me around without pulling out of me. I immediately latch onto his neck and let my canines out, biting down on him and marking him as mine. I can feel his hot cum filling me up while I give in to the feeling of the mate bond snapping into place and intensifying our mating.

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