Twice Tempted: Between Two Alphas (Mia and Cameron)

Chapter 69

Chapter Sixty-Nine

Eric doesn’t answer.

I let the question go. He might not know. Or he might be trying not to worry me.

Gah, deliver me from these men who are so overprotective!

There isn’t anywhere to park and the ferry lot is packed. I did some basic Googling while on the plane.

Turns out there are over 170 ‘named’ islands and reefs, but the ferries themselves only went to three of

them. We were headed to one of the private islands.

“Are we taking a seaplane?”

Eric shakes his head. His dark eyes crinkle at the corners. “No. There’s our ride.”

It’s a yacht.

I snort. “Of course.”

He grins. “I told you to choose me,” he teases.

I like this easy banter.

There is a low-level awareness between us and some indescribable connection, which feels wrong

given I’m mated to Cam. But I am also connected to this Alpha.

We board the yacht and a staff of humans welcome us, gathering our bags and showing us to a grand

suite.

“This is a pretty big boat.” That’s an understatement. “No space for me to have a private room?”

He smirks.

I move out onto the balcony. The suite is spacious and decked out in royal blue, gray and white. There

are accents of yellow, which sounds like it should be a hot mess, but the combination really works. The

bed is massive, the sitting area has huge cushy couches and there is a bar and private dining area.

Outside, I see islands in the distance. A number of boats moving within the channel. Some are shipping

vessels, loaded with containers and cargo. Others are commercial fishing and crab boats. There’s a

splattering of sail boats anchored and private vessels dotting the open water.

The air is crisp and infused with salt water and pine.

“It’s beautiful here.”

“Yeah,” he agrees. Although he’s standing right behind me and when I glance over my shoulder, he’s

looking at me, not the landscape.

He brushes a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Cam trusts you,” I say. “He wouldn’t have called you otherwise.”

“He trusts you,” Eric corrects. “I’m ready to fuck you on this balcony and I don’t give a damn who hears

or sees.”

A tiny thrill tickles up my spine. My nipples tighten.

Nala is lapping this up and turning excited circles inside of me.

“You shouldn’t say such things,” I whisper.

“You should know by now, I don’t give a damn about what people say or think or what’s proper or not.”

He’s powerful. His Alpha strength pulses from his body into me and it lights me up like the friggin’

Fourth of July.

“Damn it, Eric. That’s not fair.”

He tilts up my chin and angles my neck so he can see Cam’s mark. “I hate seeing this.” His canines

and teeth elongate as if to underscore his point. “I want to mark your flesh. I want to own your body. I

want to fuck you until you can’t even walk straight, much less want to leave our bed.”

I shudder.

The boat pushes from the dock and the motion makes me stumble. He catches me.

I put my hands on his chest to push him away. His muscles flex beneath my palms. “This tie that is

between us… it can’t work. You can’t honestly say that you would want to share.”

His dark eyes heat up. “You would like it,” he tells me. “I’d make sure of it.”

My mind sparks with a vision of riding Cameron while Eric fucks me from behind. Oh my… I sputter.

He laughs.

“Yeah. It’d be hot.”

I step out of his grasp. “We, uh, should get ready.”

He holds out his hand. “Ready for what? You want to drive this thing too?”

I laugh and it lightens the mood.

His voice turns serious. “There’s no preparing for what lies ahead, Mia. Only Seers know what happens

on this island. And we will find out soon enough.”

He steps back. He sniffs the air. “I’ve made you…uncomfortable.”

That’s one word for it.

But let’s call it what it really is… I’m horny. I hate that word, but it fits.

My body is rippling with awareness and heat. The forbidden temptation he presented turned me on.

Would I ever go through with something like Eric suggested? Would Cam? I doubt it. But on some

animalistic level, the idea excites me.

I know it is taboo. I know it goes against the notion of a true mate bond. But I didn’t ask to be tied to two

Alphas!

“Don’t overthink it, Mia,” Eric says quietly. “The idea makes me hard enough to hammer nails too.”He

flashes a lopsided smile. “But when it really comes down to it, I don’t know if either of us could share

you. Maybe in the heat of the moment, sure. But afterwards…our need to possess you, to own you,

mind, body and soul. It would lead to blood.”

Even his words make me hot.

What woman wouldn’t want to be desired like this?

I clear my throat. “Thank you for respecting my choice.” © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

He purses his lips. “Did you actually choose, Mia?”

I gasp. Remembering New Orleans, I was bleeding out and unconscious.

“Hmm,” Eric murmurs. “I didn’t think so.”

He fists his hand in my hair and drags me closer…