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Damn! My Mate Is My Biggest Enemy's Twin Brother Novel Cover

Damn! My Mate Is My Biggest Enemy's Twin Brother

"Ahhhh," I moaned into the pillow, not wanting the neighbors to hear as they would immediately tell Mom about it. "Ahhhh," this time it came out louder as I felt a shockwave of ectasy and satisification go through my body. This was the best feeling ever. Suddenly, a gentle night breeze blew through my open window, My curtains fluttered open, and I looked up to find myself face to face with those breathtaking green eyes, they were like two emeralds glittering from his dark room, it was like they could see right through my soul, Aamon Blackwood!!! My heart skipped a beat as our eyes met across the distance. I felt a wave of panic wash over me. Had he seen everything? I tried to sit up, to cover myself, but it was too late. My bully, step brother had just seen me pleasuring myself! Gosh! * * * Haven is a simple wolf human hybrid girl living her simple life, she likes to publish erotic novel online under a hidden name. She secretly has been crushing on the ice hockey captain Ryder since they were in highschool but she has never gathered the guys to tell him. One day, her annoying stepbrother, Aamon discovers her secret and blackmails her into becoming his "servant". Will they keep their relationship strictly just slave and master? Or will they break all boundaries and fall into temptation?
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Chapter 11

The rhythm of my heart increased, pounding

furiously against my chest. "Aamon?" I

quivered.

"Shh, baby girl," he placed a finger on my lips, leaned in burying his head in my neck, inhaling me like I was cocaine.

"I need you to write about this, Haven," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Write about the way I make you feel."

His fingers traced circles on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I tried to focus on his words, but all I could think about was the way he was touching me.

His mouth descended and he peppered kisses

along my collar bone and over my shoulder

as his one hand held my waist and his thumb

stroked my skin

"God!" I moaned as his mouth moved lower to my chest and I rose my hips like it was all natural for us to do this. I wanted more contact with him.

Slowly he kissed his way, his head leveled with my chest, It always begins with some foreplay, preferably kissing. Be it on your lips, your forehead, stomach, breast, legs, or your pussy. If he loves you he will kiss you" he said inching closer to my right breast.

"Describe the sensation," he urged, his lips grazing my neck. "The way your body responds to mine."

I moaned, my eyes closing as he found a sensitive spot. Aamon chuckled, his fingers moving faster.

"Fuck!" He had found my soft spot. I was trembling with delight, my body jerking

as I felt him suck on my skin. Lips clasping

Over my skin, feeling a thrilling sensation

coursing through my body.

Write about it, buttercup," he repeated, his voice low and husky. "Write about the way I make you feel. The way I excite your little body, the way it yearns for my touch"

I could feel it all at the tips of my fingers,

greed consuming me as I touched his

shoulders. I felt the need to grip his shoulders and drag my hands across his back, over and

over until my nails left some kind of mark. l could feel the aching in between my legs. I could feel what Aamon was talking about, my pussy was getting wet.

I tried to speak, but all that came out was a gasp. Aamon's touch was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. It was as if he knew exactly what to do to drive me crazy.

He suddenly took hold of my hand and led it to his groin. "Fuck!" I breathed out shocked by how huge he felt.

"See how much he likes it?" He asked as I felt the huge bulge in his pants. Fuck! Just how many inches was he.

I opened my mouth to say his name but he swallowed it by crashed his lips on mine and this time I kissed him with with everything I had. He moved his mouth to my jaw kissing as his hands brushed my skirt, lifting it up.

He lowered his face to my breast, "beautiful" he moaned against my nipples before attacking them. He started by licking and graduated to

sucking at my nipples as I squirmed and moaned beneath him. I was so loving this.

My hands reached for his head, pulling at his dark soft hair, as my nails scratched hard at

his. I was so sure I left a mark.

I was still enjoying his mouth on my nipples but then he popped my right nipple out of his mouth after biting it playfully making me blush. He pushed his fingers into the thin, lacy material of my panties and then whispered huskily in my ears, "One time am going to be in here," he placed a soft slap to the front of my panties making me bite my bottom lip.

"One day, I'll fuck this beautiful pussy!" He started to kiss his way down my stomach, to my waist.

"A.." I moaned reaching for his hair but he side stepped me. Instead lowered his face between my legs onto my panty covered panties. He placed a soft kiss on my pussy and that was enough to undo me.

I felt my eyes roll at the back of my head as my enemy's brother gave me my first ever orgasm. "This is what you need to write about. This feeling, this sensation that only I can give you," he whispered over my cum covered panties, licked the top of my panties using his tongue.

Opening my eyes, in the after effect, they landed on a smirking Aamon, "Did you like that?"

"What!" I gasped in realization of what had just happened, I had just let my bully's twin brother make me climax. Oh goddess! Dearest goddess, this was wrong in all ways possible to say out.

Aamon had expertly guided me to orgasm, and I had let him. Oh goddess! He was soo good, I wondered if he really was just werewolf, he might have been half werewolf, half Siren. With the way he was too good with his tongue, how his dirty talk turned me on, I doubt he didn't have siren blood in him.

But then his being so good at sex also made my skin crawl, I wondered how many other female wolves had he been with before me?

I pushed him away, my hands shaking with rage. "Get out," I spat, my voice low and venomous. "Get out of my room, out of my house."

Aamon raised an eyebrow, a playful grin still plastered on his face. "Ah, come on cupcake," he reached forward to pinch my cheeks but I slapped his hand away.

" Don't be like that, we both know you liked it, I just gave you the best time of your life."

Oh Fuck him and his arrogance.

I pushed him out of my room, my heart pounding in my chest. "Leave!" I shouted, slamming the door in his face.

I leaned against the door, trying to catch my breath. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I had let Aamon Blackwood, the mate I so badly wanted to reject but for some reason couldn't, Aamon, Ember's Fuckin twin brother. Ember the girl who has hated me ever since I can remember. The asshole had just seduced me and I let him, the worst thing is that I enjoyed every second it lasted. I felt so disgusted of myself.

I slumped to the floor, my anger and humiliation boiling over. I didn't want to think about all the other female wolves he had been with, all the other times he had done this. I didn't want to think about how he had made me feel, how he had made my body respond.

But to be sincere,

I didn't just like it, I loved it

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