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down and it appeared death was knocking at her door.
Was he going to attack her now? Shit.
He growled low and mean, then slowly stomped toward her like a
soldier on a mission.
Lexi practically jumped into Andre’s arms.
“You’re scaring her, Saber. Cool it!” Andre yelled as he caressed
Lexi’s hair.
She closed her eyes and swallowed the immature, childish action.
Andre caressed her back as her face wedged up against his stone-solid
chest. She inhaled his scent, momentarily dazed by the desire to
inhale deeply. She caught herself grabbing tighter, falling into the
action of being comforted. It angered her, and she pulled herself from
the awkward act.
Her body fought pulling away from Andre. The need came from
deep within her being. She felt so safe in his arms it made her want to
cry. So this is what it felt like to be hugged by a man?
“You were the one sent up to handle her. It looks like she’s
handling you,” Saber stated in annoyance.
“I was handling things fine.” Andre pulled her to him as she tried
to separate.
“That’s not what you projected,” Paul chimed in.
She was confused. How did Saber know what conversation was
taking place when he wasn’t even in the room?
“Lexi, you need to rest,” Paul interrupted once again, sounding
authoritative and as if his word was final. He was almost as bossy and
demanding as Saber.
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She glanced up, and it hit her. Saber was the wrong man to
disobey, but for some reason she wanted to fight him tooth and nail.
She didn’t understand why, just that he irritated her while
simultaneously he caused crazy sensations in her body. This whole
situation was insane. She was attracted to all three men in different
ways, but just as strongly.
“Lexi.” Paul gave her the raised eyebrow as he pointed to the bed
demanding she get back under the covers.
“No!” she retorted and cringed to herself when she heard how
childish it sounded.
More low growls filled the room.
“Lexi! Look at me,” Saber demanded in a softer tone but one still
laced with superiority.
She shifted in Andre’s arms and peeked up toward Saber. The
man was the biggest of the three brothers by mere inches, but it was
noticeable. He had very short, dark brown hair and large green eyes,
he looked built to kill with his tattoos and goatee, and right now he
was on a mission.
He pointed at her with one large, thick finger, curving it forward
then straightening it, wanting her to come to him. In her mind, she
envisioned his embrace and the fact that he could crush her with the
slightest amount of his strength.
“Come over here,” he stated, and by the look in his eyes, if she
didn’t listen, she was toast.
Without thinking, she stepped away from Andre. “Why?” she
asked softly.
He raised an eyebrow. It was adorable, but she held in the giggle.
He’d probably pounce on her if she laughed. Right now she should be
fearful of his capabilities. What did she really know about wolves and
alpha males?
“When your alpha calls you to him, you come.”
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His statement was backed up by low growls from both Paul and
Andre. She eyed each of them as coldness penetrated her body now
that she was feet away from each brother.
Her courage and attitude surfaced in response to Saber’s
statement. “But, you’re not my alpha—”
Before the last syllable left her lips, Saber had her pressed against
his chest. She screeched in shock at his swift move.
A large hand moved up her back to her neck to cradle the back of
her head. They locked gazes.
“That’s where you’re wrong, little one. I am your alpha.”
Little one?
Before she could protest, he covered her lips with his own,
devouring any words of protest or argument, and all she could do was
hold on for dear life. Boy, did these men know how to kiss. She
thought about Paul and how his kiss would be, and that irked her.
She tensed in Saber’s arms, but his assault didn’t falter. In fact, it
made her weak in the knees, and the next thing she knew, she was
sprawled underneath him on the bed.
His kiss grew more urgent with each swipe and twirl of his tongue
inside her mouth. They were both panting for air, and damn it, her
body reacted to his touch. Her legs had a mind of their own as they
wrapped around Saber’s hips. Well, not quite around, he was too
thick. Her feet barely made it past his hip bones. He thrust his hips
against her crotch. She felt the large bulge between his legs, and
butterflies exploded in her stomach.
He ended the kiss and trailed more sucks and kisses along her
neck, her collarbone as he scooted down lower, lifting her shirt before
his lips kissed her stomach.
It felt so good as his lips singed her skin, his artful tongue brought
on tiny vibrations through to her most feminine parts.
His hands worked wonders on her body, caressing her breasts
underneath her shirt while she moaned from the sensations. He
continued the journey with the palms of his hands as he rubbed gently
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over her rib cage and down to the waist of her pants. She wanted
more, she wanted his hands everywhere on her body
“Ohhh…” The sound stretched through her gritted teeth as she
instinctively lifted her hips toward his hands.
“There’s no denying us. Not ever!”
Was that Paul? She wondered for half a second.
Saber scooted back up to kiss her lips and locked his eyes with
hers. “You’re ours. You will learn to listen.” He nibbled her bottom
lip while his other hand rubbed between the elastic of her pants and
her skin. “Let me make you feel good, Lexi.”
Did he say something? Did he just say I’m theirs? It must be the
painkillers, she wondered until the sensations and desire filled her to
her core. She was making out on a bed with a man-werewolf while his
two brothers watched. She thought she heard the door close and lock,
but she was too caught up in feeling. Something deep inside her
awoke to the moment.
Her head rolled back as he sucked and nibbled her neck,
continuing the onslaught of tender love bites. He covered her mouth
with his own, devouring any need to escape by taking possession. His [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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