Page 265 of Incompatible

Enough of shadows, and roleplays.

I feel him come again, the condom filling inside me, his hips pressing harder against me, his thick rod pulsing deep.

His breath is ragged, slightly hoarse beneath the mask.

And right at his peak, I make my move. In a fast motion, smirking, I lift my hands and grab the edge of his mask, yanking it down hard.

And…

It works.

Sort of.

The mask slips down, revealing about a third of his face…

Oh wow.

I realize with a shock that this isn’t Bay’s face! It lasts only a brief moment, just long enough for me to catch the upper part of his face, but I know Bay’s face too well and this isn’t him, the guy’s eyebrows are completely black, and I see a bit of his hair under the black mask and that’s black too.

I don’t manage to see his eyes because the mask stops right at his upper eyelids, and then he suddenly jerks back and adjusts it, pulling out of me in a rough motion, one hand holding the condom so it won’t spill.

Fuck! What the hell?

I wish I had managed to look him in the eyes. I would have known instantly, because I will always recognize Bay’s eyes, their dark malachite color.

He stands up with one hand on his cock, trying to keep the slightly rolled-off condom in place. He steps back again and lifts his hand, moving his finger left and right like he’s scolding a misbehaving child.

The question is already forming on my tongue.

Who are you, if you’re not Bay?

That’s impossible, you are him!

You are!

I know it!

Fuck!

But I don’t say it out loud, because the shock overwhelms me, simply hitting me too hard.

In a few quick movements, I sit up and gather my clothes, not caring that the leaves are still stuck to my back and ass.

He takes off the condom and zips up his pants.

I don’t look at him, I can’t. Because my heart still believes he’s Bay, because how could he not be? He came here, he sensed me.

What the fuck just happened?

In complete silence, I turn and run down the slope, pushing through the bushes, but I don’t hear his footsteps behind me.

I’m running alone. Ten minutes later, I reach the edge of the forest and glance around carefully. It’s the woods stretching behind the campus, and I move along the outer rim, avoiding places where alphas might appear, then sprint down the street toward my house. I want to scream.

So silly of me. I could just ask. So simple.

What was I even thinking?

Taking deep breaths, I enter my house, trying to be sensible, reasonable. What happened is simply impossible. I did tests on Bay, did he just play me, running a test on me?