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

Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 29 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 29

Chapter 29

Camila’s POV Post

The moment Julian’s voice faded down the corridor, I felt the tension drain from my body. I hadn’t realised how tightly I’d been holding myself together until then. If Roman’s arm hadn’t been wrapped around my waist, I might have dropped onto the couch and stayed there

His gaze shifted to my face. “What is it?” he asked, a teasing smile playing on his lips “Did that kiss leave you weak in the knees?”

I gave his chest a light push. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“I’m only asking.”

“And I’m only telling you it’s late. I should go.”

The truth was, whatever had been building between us before Julian barged in had been thoroughly ruined. One moment, I had been caught up in Roman’s kiss; the next, I was dealing with my ex-mate shouting as though I still belonged to him. I wanted to get out of the room, breathe, and put some distance between Roman and me before I did something else I might regret.

Unfortunately, Roman didn’t seem interested in letting me go.

His arm remained around my waist, and his eyes held mine with that infuriating confidence of his. “You called yourself Julian’s sister-in-law a few minutes ago,” he remarked. “And now you’re running away?”

“I was improvising.”

“Convenient.”

“What did you expect me to do? Correct myself in front of Julian?”

“No. You seemed perfectly comfortable using me.”

I narrowed my eyes. “And you enjoyed it thoroughly.”

“Very much.” His easy admission caught me off guard.

“But don’t mistake my cooperation for charity.” He added.

I looked down at the hand resting against my waist before meeting his gaze again. His touch was warm, his hold firm enough to make it clear that he wasn’t ready to release me. My pulse betrayed me with a little flutter. I refused to let him notice.

“Ignore whatever had happened here, Alpha Blackwell, I was talking nonsense. Don’t take it seriously,”

“Alpha Blackwell?” His brows rose. “You’ve become formal all of a sudden.”

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“Perhaps I’ve remembered my manners.”

“Or perhaps you’re trying to escape.”

I attempted to slide off his lap, but his arm tightened just enough to stop me.

“Roman.”

“Camila.”

I shot him a warning look. He answered with a smile that made me want to smack it off his

face.

“Let me go.”

“And let you walk straight out there while Julian is still lurking around?” He tilted his head towards the door. “What would that tell him?”

“That I have somewhere else to be.”

“He would believe I couldn’t keep you with me and that’s bad for my reputation.”

I stared at him. “Your ego needs medical help.”

“Perhaps.” His face drew closer to mine, his voice dropping to a murmur. “But you haven’t denied that it works.”

I opened my mouth to answer, then closed it again. The arrogant wolf had an answer for everything. And judging by the satisfied look in his eyes, he knew exactly how much he was getting under my skin.

I tried to get off him again but Roman’s hands locked around my hips and pulled me right back down onto the couch. His mouth crashed onto mine again-hot, demanding-and this time I didn’t freeze. I grabbed the open collar of his shirt, hesitated half a breath, then

kissed him back like I was starving for it.

I climbed into his lap, knees spreading wide on either side of his thighs, dress riding up shamelessly. My fingers sank into his dark hair and fisted tight. The kiss turned filthy in seconds-tongues sliding, teeth nipping, both of us making those low, hungry sounds that left no room for games. When he broke away and dragged his mouth down my throat, a violent shiver ripped through me. I tipped my head back hard, offering him everything.

Fuck…I almost craved for him to bite me. My breathing hitched. A traitorous part of me wanted his fangs in me. “Roman” His name escaped from me.

Mena whimpered under my skin, restless and needy. His wolf answered with a deep, vibrating growl that I felt all the way between my legs. Roman stood in one smooth motion, lifting me like I weighed nothing. One kick of his boot and a hidden door swung open. I barely registered the private room before he shoved it shut and pinned me against the wood, mouth claiming mine again.

“What are you doing?” I managed against his lips.

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“Making us comfortable so I can fuck you properly,” he muttered, voice already half-grow He ground his hips into mine and I moaned at the thick, hard length of his cock pressing against my soaked underwear. “Feel that? That’s what you do to me. You’re dripping for t already, aren’t you?”

“Yes-God, yes-” My hands shoved at his shirt, desperate. “Take it off. I need to feel you.

Clothes vanished in a frantic blur. The second my bare back hit the mattress he was on me, skin to skin, the heavy weight of him settling between my thighs. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer, rubbing my wet pussy along the underside of his cock

“Look at you,” he rasped, gold flickering in his eyes. “So fucking wet. You’re soaking my cock and I haven’t even pushed inside yet.”

“Then stop teasing and put it in me,” I demanded, nails digging into his shoulders. “I want every thick inch. Stretch me open.”

He didn’t make me wait. One slow, relentless thrust and the broad head of him forced its way into my cunt, stretching me wide. I gasped, head tipping back, Mena howling with pleasure inside me. He sank deeper, deeper, until he bottomed out and we both shuddered.

“Shit-you’re so tight,” he groaned against my mouth. “Gripping me like you never want me to leave.”

“I don’t,” I panted, rolling my hips to take him even deeper. “Fuck me harder. I can take it. Your wolf wants to claim me-so claim me.”

Roman’s control snapped. He drove into me in deep, powerful strokes that made the bed creak, each thrust wet and filthy. The sound of his cock slamming into my soaked pussy filled the room. I met every thrust, moaning loud and shameless.

“That’s it…take it,” he growled. “Take every fucking inch. Your cunt was made for me.”

“Yes…yours…” I sobbed, pleasure coiling tight. “Fuck me. Make me yours for good.”

He slammed home and held, grinding against my clit while his fangs scraped the side of my throat. The second my orgasm started to crest he increased his speed and trusted deeper until we both orgasmed together.

When I woke, morning light was already seeping through the curtains. Roman was still there -one heavy arm locked around my waist, his scent and semen all over me. Great. Again.

I tried to slip out without waking him. The second I moved, his eyes opened. “You always have your fill and disappear?” His voice was lazy, but his gaze was sharp.

I sighed. “Can we pretend last night never happened?”

“Depends on what you’re offering.”

I dug out a black card and tossed it onto his chest. “Enough?”

He glanced at it, then laughed under his breath. “First time a woman has thrown money at

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me after I fucked her silly.” He set the card aside. “Last night was good. Next time ride me like you mean it.”

I grabbed my dress. “You’re so full of yourself.”

“And yet you can’t resist me.”

Before I could snap back, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen-and the name made my blood freeze.

Amelia Whitmore. My grandmother.