Free Twin Temptations by Elizabeth Lapthorne

own peak, only to have him explode inside her and shoot his seed deeply inside her body.
    Screaming, Samantha arched into him, her mind fuzzy with the pleasure he gave her. The sensation of him filling her, stretching her so tightly, was exquisite and something she hoped neither of them would ever take for granted or tire of. Callum’s now familiar weight fell on top of her, and Samantha held her lover close, enjoying the solid feel of him, the tangy sweat beading his body, his intoxicating scent and the very faint floral fragrance of her own scent underlying his own.
    Smiling sleepily, she gently nuzzled his neck as he rolled from her, spooned her from behind. She wrapped his arms around her, ducking out only for a split second to pull the covers over them both.
    “Tomorrow, or rather later today,” he whispered into her neck sleepily, “we need to have a serious chat with your brother and my cousin.”
    “Yeah,” she said happily, letting the heat of his embrace and his wonderful scent wash over her. “But it’s going to be hard to act annoyed with them. I would have continued to avoid you for months, if not years, if Alex hadn’t pushed me along.”
    “Never would have happened. I was making plans of my own.”
    “Oh?” she said sleepily, yawning delicately.
    “Yeah, baby,” he rumbled, sleep making his voice thick and even more potently sexy. “I was going to hire you on any one of a dozen pretexts.”
    Samantha smiled as she felt Callum begin to fall asleep behind her. She wriggled closer into his embrace, happy beyond measure.
    “Once I found out you knew about my wolf side and knew many of our secrets, I wouldn’t have put up much of a fight. You’re just too damn sexy.”
    “Good to hear,” he murmured. Samantha could practically hear him slide into a deep, restful sleep.
    She laughed softly, held him tightly around her and closed her eyes, a deep, peaceful sleep overtaking her.

Epilogue
    A few months later…

    Samantha felt ready to scream.
    “Mom, if you don’t get out of here and let me be, I swear to heaven I will not be responsible for my actions.”
    “For a blushing bride, you sure are cranky, darling,” her mother said cheerily, still fussing with Sam’s long curly hair.
    While Bella had a huge white gown, two frilly petticoats underneath, a floor-length veil and delicate pink roses in her hair, Samantha had gone for a simple knee-length dress in ivory, a few wildflowers twisted in her dark locks and a handful of her Aunt Sophie’s cornflowers clenched tighter than necessary in her hand. Sam utterly refused to admit that she was nervous as hell. Bella had been throwing up all morning. Nerves, she insisted, though privately Sam felt certain that Bella was pregnant.
    She, however, had no such excuse for her nerves or for the two times she had herself thrown up before the hordes of family and friends had descended on her to
    “make her radiant”.
    A knock at the door gave her the perfect excuse to move away from her fussing mother. If she didn’t get out of here soon, she’d say something awful she would regret later on. Somehow, Sam just wanted to be left alone to fret in private. When she opened the door to her Uncle Dominic, she felt so relieved that she didn’t tease him when his grin widened at her.
    “How is the gorgeous bride?” he asked as he loosened his bow tie and made a comedic face at her to express the lengths he was going for her. Samantha grabbed her uncle’s hand and led him outside the small cabin.
    “I am going crazy. Take me on a walk.”
    She half dragged him away from the cabin, ignoring her mother’s frustrated yells for her to come back or she’d ruin her hair and makeup. Her mother was more than capable to take over for the last of the pre-wedding preparations. Besides, there was more than an hour left.
    Leading Dominic into the familiarity of the woods, Samantha felt herself calm down with each step that brought her further away from the prissy mess