He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother

Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 2 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 2

Chapter 2

Camila’s POV Post

Before I could answer him, the music in the club changed. The tune was slower and darker. A low pulse rolled through the floor and settled under my skin like a second heartbea I stood. Extended my hand across the table. “Dance with me.”

Alpha Roman didn’t move. He kept the whiskey glass balanced between two fingers, ember eyes tracking the line of my wrist to my face. The corner of his mouth tipped, not quite a

smile.

“My brother’s woman,” he said, voice low enough that the bass almost swallowed it, “suddenly so eager for me. Are you trying to make Julian jealous… or get him into real trouble?”

I met his gaze without blinking. The vodka still burned pleasantly at the edges of my thoughts, but the words came out clean. “I already rejected him.”

His hand froze mid-air as he studied me the way a wolf studies something that should not still be standing. Mena, who had been silent since the moment his shadow fell across the table stirred slightly.

I grew tired of waiting. I turned toward a man near the edge who had been watching me for the last ten minutes-tall, dark-haired, a hopeful expectation that a rejected female might

be easy.

Roman’s hand closed around my waist before I took a second step. He pulled me back against the solid wall of his chest with zero hesitation and even less gentleness. Over my shoulder he locked eyes with the other man. Whatever the stranger saw in that look made him look away first, then disappear into the crowd entirely.

Roman’s mouth brushed the shell of my ear. “I never said no.”

We immediately moved onto the floor. His body was larger than Julian’s in every way that mattered-broader through the shoulders, heavier in the way he took up space, the kind of controlled power that didn’t need to announce itself. My smaller frame slotted against him with an ease that felt almost indecent. Heat rolled off him in steady waves. His scent- wolfberry edged with pine and cold night air-wrapped around me.

There was no conversation between us. Just the music, the slide of his hand down the curve of my spine, the deliberate press of his thigh between mine as we swayed and turned. The tension built and tightened, like a wire being drawn slowly through the center of my chest. I leaned closer and without thinking, kissed him. It was not gentle or careful. It was the same reckless, vodka-warm impulse that had put the bottle in my hand an hour ago.

Roman responded-his fire matching mine. His free hand came up to cup the side of my neck, thumb resting just beneath the place where Julian’s mark used to burn. Then he pulled

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back. Just enough to speak against my mouth, voice roughened at the edges. “Careful. You’re playing with fire, little wolf.”

didn’t look away. The words left me quiet, almost curious. “What if I want to get burned?

***

I was so lost in Roman’s kiss that I had no idea where we were or how we got there til he kicked a door open. I pulled back, startled, and glanced around the luxurious bedroom. His penthouse.

I sat on a coach and watched him strip. He was bigger everywhere. his errected cock thickening under my stare. Desire slammed into me so hard it almost hurt-raw, physical, startling because this man was not my mate. Five years of Julian’s careful hands and measured rhythm had never prepared me for the sheer scale of Roman standing naked in the low light, watching me watch him.

“Like what you see?” His voice was low, edged with a corky smile.

I didn’t answer. Speaking felt dangerous. Instead I reached for my own clothes, fingers clumsy. He let me undress myself, eyes tracking every inch of skin I revealed. When I was bare he closed the distance in two strides. Then he lifted me-one arm under my ass, the other banding my back-as if I weighed nothing.

My legs opened around his hips on instinct. The warm, hot press of his cock against my already slick folds made me gasp. We fit with almost indecent precision. Too well. Like my body had been waiting for this exact shape and hadn’t known it. Julian had never filled me like this. Never made me feel so completely taken just by the way he held me.

Roman carried me to the bed and laid me down without breaking the contact. He didn’t thrust in right away. He rolled his hips once, slow, letting the thick head drag through my wetness, teasing the entrance and then sliding away. We were far gone for more foreplay.

“You’re soaked,” he murmured against my throat. “For your mate’s rival.”

My nails dug into his shoulders. “Shut up.”

He laughed, dark and quiet, and pushed in. The stretch was immediate, deep, relentless. Inch by inch he sank into me until I was full, thighs trembling around his hips. I bit my lip hard enough to taste copper and still I didn’t want to say his name. This was just revenge. Release. A body. Nothing more.

Roman felt my detachment. I saw it in the way his jaw tightened, the deliberate way he withdrew almost completely and then drove back in with a controlled, punishing depth that made my spine arch.

“You can use me,” he said against my ear, voice rough, “but you’re not going to pretend I’m no one while I fuck you,”

He set a rhythm that was slow and devastating. Long, deep strokes that dragged over every sensitive place inside me, then paused at the root so I could feel how completely he

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occupied me. His hands pinned my wrists above my head when I tried to rush him. His

mouth found my breast, teeth grazing the nipple before he sucked hard enough to make me whimper.

I pushed up to meet him. He held me down and kept the pace exactly as he wanted it deep enough to make me see stars, slow enough that the climax stayed just out of reach, Every time my body tightened and fluttered around him he eased off, grinding in a cele that kept me right on the edge without tipping me over.

“Say it,” he ordered, low and rough. One hand slid between us, thumb circling my clit with maddening precision. “You want to come on my cock, you say my name.”

I shook my head, panting. “It doesn’t matter.”

He thrust harder, once, twice, then stilled completely buried inside me. The fullness was overwhelming. I could feel every thick pulse of him. My walls clenched helplessly.

“Camila.” His mouth was at my throat now, voice a dark caress. “I’ve got you. Let go of the fucking performance.”

The next stroke was deeper than the last. His free hand gripped my hip hard enough to bruise, angling me so he hit a place that made my vision white out. The teasing edge of his thumb never stopped. Pressure built and built until I was shaking, sobbing for air, pride

cracking under the relentless, controlled way he took me.

“Roman-”

The name tore out of me on a broken gasp. Something fierce and satisfied flashed across his face. He drove into me hard, finally giving me the rhythm I’d been desperate for-deep, powerful strokes that claimed every inch. His mouth crushed over mine as I came, the climax ripping through me so violently my whole body locked around him. I cried his name again, louder, and felt him follow-thick pulses spilling deep inside me while he held me down and rode every last wave of my release.

When it finally eased, he stayed buried in me, forehead against mine, breath harsh. My thighs were still trembling around him. I could feel the wet heat of both of us where we joined. The contrast to every careful, polite night with Julian was so sharp it almost hurt.

***

Dawn light cut through the glass when I opened my eyes. The bed was unfamiliar. My body registered the night in clean data-ache in my hips, burn along one thigh.

Roman’s arm lay heavy across me. He didn’t open his eyes. “Still here.” He mumbled.

“Good morning,” I muttered as I slid free.

I slipped into the bathroom and washed off the sperm he left on me. When I stepped out, I dressed up in silence. Roman didn’t say a word. He pretended to still be sleeping. I collected everything, left without looking back.

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In the elevator my phone lit up. One message from my grandmother.

‘What did you do last night?’

My heart thudded.

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