Twice Tempted: Between Two Alphas (Mia and Cameron) novel Chapter 50

Chapter Fifty

“Don’t do this.” I shake my head. “Don’t say those things to me.”

It’s like when we were in that dream space. His love was pure. And I believed. But I could allow myself to do that then, when we were in some fantasy space.

I can’t go down this path with him now.

The reality is… this man has the power to break me.

I survived once. I’m not sure I could again.

“You’re mine, Mia. Your goddamn name means mine. You are my life! You are my mate!”

Finally the words.

For years, I wanted them. I waited for them. How many times did I wish for him to say those things? To come to his senses and see that I was made for him and he for me.

Even with the edge of anger beneath them, they warm my heart. Part of me–even when I was rejected and alone–was tied to this man.

I never really got over him.

Did I want to?

“Please,” he says. “Don’t push me away.”

And it’s that simple plea that changes everything.

I hold out my hand.

His smile is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

Cam is on me in the next instant.

His huge body pushes me into the soft mattress.

The sheets smell like fabric softener and dandelions. Then there’s only Cam. Earth and air and musk. Sweat and desire and need.

His cock is already at the junction of my thighs.

I’m wearing jean shorts and a tank top.

He tears the shirt over my head in a motion so quick my head bounces against the pillows, and my bra is gone next. Then he feasts.

His teeth drag across my nipples. His palms hold them together while his fingers pinch the tips. He alternates between one and the other, his mouth hot and wet, his teeth biting with the exact amount of pressure.

I feel my body flood with heat.

He lifts his head for a second, gauging my reactions and whether or not I’m ready to give myself to him.

Can I deny him this? Can I deny myself?

But what does it mean if I give myself to him right now?

“Stop thinking, Mia. Stay in this moment with me.”

His voice is harsh and almost desperate. Like he’s been imprisoned and this is the first chance to finally feel free.

I guess he has been.

Before I can reply, he’s pulling the shorts and panties off my legs. My shoes are flung across the room. His mouth dips to my core. He breathes deep.

That first lick is a sliver of heaven.

The second lets me know it’s going to be the most sinful kind of hell.