Chapter 3

Calla's POV 

I take huge lungfuls of breath. I do not stop until my heart rate returns to normal. 

He is even more intimidating than I thought he would be. He also didn’t seem to like me much. 

How the hell am I going to live with him—for how many years?

The door bursts open and I whimper in fear as Blade Blackthorn frames the doorway. 

Why is he back? 

Does he have more to say to me? Or perhaps he wants us to mate now?

Oh God, I’m not ready for that. I don’t think I’ll ever be ready. 

As if he can read my thoughts, he enters the room fully. He shuts the door and my heart skips a beat. 

I’m terrified but there’s nowhere to go. All I can do is stay still as he crosses the room and hauls me into his arms.

Never could I have pictured us standing so close to each other. His hold is intimate. 

He’s got the most piercing black eyes I’ve ever seen. Like a bottomless pit. Endless like the night sky. 

He’s well over six feet tall and built hard like a wall of granite. And those tattoos. 

They terrify me, the way they wrap around every inch of his neck. I’m willing to bet that his whole chest and back are covered in tattoos. 

He doesn’t seem real. He’s way too good-looking. Way too intimidating. 

And then, he’s kissing me.

My brain short-circuits. There are no words for what I’m feeling right now. There’s nothing I can do but let it happen. 

He’s kissing me with an urgency that catches me off guard. 

What happened to waiting until the next full moon? Why are his lips so pillow soft?

It’s all happening so fast. 

Blade lowers his huge frame to the ground. He’s on his knees in front of me. 

He’s gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. He holds me in place, as if he expects me to run away.

Even if I wanted to run away, where would I go? I doubt I’d be able to get far.

I hold my breath, watch transfixed, as he inhales my crotch area through my dress. 

With frantic movements of his fingers, he hoists my dress up and pushes my underwear to the side.

I’ve never been handled so roughly before. 

Never had any of this done to me. I’m not exactly surprised though. 

It’s not like I expected a viscous brute like the Ash Creek Alpha to treat a lady with softness and care.

Blade buries his face between my thighs and I nearly jump out of my skin. 

I’m shaking so bad and it’s a wonder I’m still standing. That’s when I notice the right grip he’s still got on my hips. 

He takes his first lick of my pussy. He slides his tongue along my pussy lips, right before he settles on my clit.

I grab onto his shoulders. My heart’s racing. This is crazy.

Blade starts out slow at first and works up the pace. 

It shames me to admit that I’ve touched myself a few times in the past. 

The times I did it, I felt pleasure. Nothing like this though.

Oh my God. 

The Alpha of Ash Creek has got his mouth on me and I seem to like it.

It’s so messed up.

Without warning, his tongue sinks deep into my core.

I can’t help it.

I moan.

It is alarming. It is shameful. I want to hide. 

I writhe against him; struggle to get out of the bind his arms have got around my hips. It’s impossible to get him off.

He’s resilient. He continues to feast on my warmth. He sticks his tongue in deeper; alternates between tongue fucking me and pelting my clit with open-mouthed kisses.

“P-Please,” I beg. It comes out as a whimper.

Without taking his mouth off of me, he brings his eyes up to mine. 

Intense black eyes glint with devious intent.

My mouth opens in a wordless gasp, as he dives in for my core again. 

He rams his tongue in over and over again. His teeth graze my throbbing clit and I nearly lost it. 

I tighten my hold on his shoulders while he continues to eat me out. 

When I feel like I can’t handle the pleasure building up inside me anymore, that’s when I come.

I arch my back and let out a loud moan. My body trembles in wave after wave of shocking sensations.

His mouth is still latched onto me. He doesn’t let go until he’s swallowed every last drop of my come. 

I want to crawl into a hole and die. 

I think he’s about to take me to bed but he merely readjusts my underwear and drops the hem of my dress.

I avoid his eyes. I can’t bear to look at him right now. I think I might just lose it if I have to stare into those endless orbits. 

“Shy, are we?” The taunting voice that meets my ears isn’t the same voice I had heard earlier. 

This one is softer. Teasing. More sensual. 

I look up. 

For the first time, I noticed the differences in his face. It’s subtle. I only notice due to how close we’re standing. 

Unlike the Blade I’d encountered earlier, this one has crinkles around the corners of his eyes. Laughing lines.

It dawns on me that this is not Blade.

This has got to be the twin that Bianca mentioned.

Even as the truth dawns on me, I’m hoping it’s not true. 

There’s no way I’d have just done all of that stuff with a man who’s not my Alpha.

“Judging by the look on your face, I’m guessing you’ve figured it out.” 

He swipes the corners of his mouth with his thumb. He does it so effortlessly that it makes him look even more attractive.

I step backwards. He prevents my escape by grabbing my arm. He holds me in place. Brings his face within inches of mine.

I fear he’s going to kiss me. I dread it.

“Hello Calla…it’s nice to meet you.” His double meaning is clear. 

He’s so different from Blade. Yet so identical. 

Brynne Blackthorn.

The Alpha’s twin brother had kissed my lips, between my thighs, and made me come. 

I rip my arm from his grip. Disgust fills my face. Anger too.

I can’t bring myself to say anything to him and so I do the only thing I can think of to do. 

I run.