Chapter 11

MARKUS

I gripped Lexie’s thighs, loving the thickness beneath my fingers. The strength. The lushness of her whole body. She had something to grab onto, and I was already envisioning how much fun it would be to pound her into the mattress.

I’d be able to give her my full weight and not be afraid to hurt her. What a relief that would be.

My gaze traveled up her body, resting on her beautiful pink nipples. Her breasts were huge, and I couldn’t wait to get my hands and my mouth on them again.

As she leaned forward to kiss Ollie, I gave in to temptation and reached up, filling my hands with her warm flesh and thumbing over her peaked nipples.

Lexie gasped and arched her back, pushing her breasts even harder into my hands.

I kneaded her flesh, loving how different she was from every other woman I’d touched before. Somehow it made her so much more special. I’d never forget this moment. Then she began to move, gyrating her hips over my cock before throwing one of her legs over my hips to press even more firmly against my erection.

I’d gone from almost ready to come when she’d orgasmed, to completely flaccid when she’d begun to cry. My heart had sunk at the thought of her sadness. Never in my life had I wanted to hold a woman while she sobbed—until Lexie. But I had no idea what to do to help her, so when she curled into Ollie, I’d simply clenched my fists to stop from touching her.

I’d felt useless, and worse... rejected.

But now she was on top of me, and clearly hot for what I had to give her. My cock swelled into full arousal faster than it ever had before, as her dripping pussy rubbed along the shaft.

I could scent her need perfuming the air around us, and it excited me almost beyond control.

I gripped her hips and lifted her. “Lexie, take me inside you.”

She stopped kissing Ollie and pushed up on her knees.

I grabbed my cock and moved it up and down her seam. She was so wet and I was dripping with pre-cum. I painted her pussy lips with our combined wetness and she trembled a little at my action. I couldn’t hold out any longer.

I positioned the shaft so that the head was nudging open her entrance and held myself still beneath her. She lifted up, looked down at me, then slid straight down on top of me, taking me in as if we were made for each other. I dismissed that thought, groaning as she took every inch of my cock, then she threw her head back with a gasp. “Oh!” she cried. “That feels so damn good, Markus!”

“Damn, you’re so hot. So tight.” I clenched my jaw hard, trying not to come from a single thrust. Sex had never felt like this before. So electric and intense. So right and out of control at the same time.

Her pussy was perfect. Wet and tight, my cock slid right in and up inside her like he was finding home. Another thought I dismissed as soon as it appeared.

When she finally began to rock on me, I couldn’t stay still. I planted my feet on the bed, grabbed her hips and began thrusting upward.

“Oh... ah... Oh...” Lexie moaned and gasped, pressing her hands against my chest and rotating her hips so she could ride me properly.

I filled my palms with her breasts again and met each of her downward thrusts with one of my own.

Staring up at Lexie on top of me, my mind captured every moment like a camera snapping pictures of her beauty. Every gasp. Every writhe and pleasurable expression on her face.

She was fucking beautiful. The sexiest woman I’d ever seen, and knowing that she’d never had an orgasm with anyone else made me rock hard.

But despite the fact that she looked beautiful on top of me, I had to change our position. My wolf and I wanted her beneath us.

“I’m going to roll over with you,” I growled, grabbing her hips to hold her in place and flipping her until she was under me.

She squealed as we rolled, then gasped as I thrust deep inside her.

I wasn’t normally one for the classic missionary position. I usually felt smothered, too close to the other person, or something. But I wanted Lexie right there, in my face, her breasts pressed against my chest as I sunk my cock into her pussy.

She grabbed my biceps as I drove into her, then wrapped her legs around my waist.

I reached back and grabbed one of her thighs, pushing her leg higher, opening her even wider. I wanted to hit that sweet spot inside her. Make her scream for me this time.

Her eyes widened as her lips fell open, “Oh... my...”

I’d found it, and watching shock and pleasure fill her face, I couldn’t hold back any longer.

I pounded into her over and over again, her screams of pleasure filling my ears, her nails digging into my arms, her pussy clamping down so hard on my cock it was like she was trying to squeeze it off.

Heat tingled in my balls and spread up my back and down the backs of my legs. I was going to blow. There was no stopping it now.

I set my lips to Lexie’s neck, inhaling her scent into my senses before I thrust one last time. I came deep inside her, freezing in place to pump her as full as I could.

Fireworks exploded inside my mind and for a single moment, there was no sound, no breath, no world. Only the woman in my arms, wrapped around me, holding me in a way I’d never experienced before.

Close. Tight.

She pulled me up to her for a kiss, our lips meeting, and a shiver of electricity worked its way through me.

I moaned at the pleasure and rolled us to the side, so I didn’t squash her when I collapsed onto the mattress.

She was panting as I withdrew, and she rested her hand over my heart. Every touch, every look sent a little shock of electricity through me.

Mate. Mate. Mate, my wolf chanted inside my head.

I closed my eyes. I didn’t want to think about what that word would mean for me. For Ollie. For our future.

Ollie slid onto the bed behind Lexie and ran a hand around her waist, cupping her breast from behind. She turned her head toward him, capturing his lips in a kiss.

When she bumped her hips back at him, inviting him in an age-old mating move, Ollie slid down the mattress a little, lined up and thrust into Lexie from behind.

She groaned as he penetrated deep, then gasped as he began to move. He was gripping her hips, his fingers sinking into the luscious flesh of her hips. Her eyes were squeezed shut, but she was clearly in rapture.

I glanced over at the door. I wasn’t sure what I should do. Stay? Go have a shower? I felt awkward and uncertain.

I rolled onto my back, so I wasn’t staring at them anymore. I weighed up my options. Stay or go? Ollie had stayed and watched me fuck Lexie. I should return the favor, and I couldn’t leave now. I’d ruin the whole atmosphere of the room.

Lexie cried out suddenly, her hands grabbing at my arm. “Markus! Kiss me. Please.”

Ollie was fucking her fast now and I could see it in her eyes that she was about to come again.

I rolled over to her, getting as close as I could without impeding what was going on.

She lurched for me, meeting my lips with her own and kissing me hard.

When I opened my mouth and slid my tongue inside her lips, she opened on a gasp, then sucked hard on my tongue.

I cupped her face with my hands, sipping from her lips until she cried out and began to shudder.

A wave of pleasure washed over me as she came again. Instead of being distracted by my own orgasm, I got to hold her close and revel in my woman’s happiness.

Since I was young, I’d wondered how this would feel, to watch my brother loving on my mate. I’d fought the idea, denying that we’d ever fall for the same girl. But the concept had lingered and remained at the edge of my worries for over a decade.

And here we were, in bed with the woman we’d both experienced the Fated Mate attraction with. I wasn’t feeling sick, repulsed or on edge. I wasn’t consumed with rage, or jealousy. Instead, my focus was on Lexie and how much pleasure she was receiving. And it felt fucking awesome. Why would I ever withhold that pleasure from her? Especially if that was Fate’s design—for Lexie to have two men.

Ollie finished soon after and we were all left panting, sweaty and in a cuddle that I couldn’t have left if my life depended on it.

Ollie withdrew and Lexie moved closer to me, resting her head on my chest as she continued to shiver with the aftermath of her orgasms.

I lay on my back with my head on the pillow, Lexie in my arms. I pressed a kiss to her hair and held her tightly, happiness like nothing I’d ever felt raining down on me.

My brother sat up, then pulled the blankets up over us and settled on the other pillow behind her.

It was time to sleep, and I wasn’t letting Lexie go.

I glanced over at my twin and an unspoken understanding passed between us.

The electricity pulses had been right. Ollie had been right. I had been wrong.

She was my mate. Our mate. Shit.

What was I going to do now?