The Mate That Wasn't Mine novel Chapter 118

Tess straddles me. Grabs my hands and slams them to her breasts. Then, finally, roughly she lowers herself down, my cock spearing between her folds and straight inside her to the very base.

“TESS!” squeezing her, praying for this blindfold to fuck off. I know how beautiful she looks, but riding me cock? I need to see it. Because that’s what she’s doing. I might be flexing my hips with a rough snap to meet her. Making sure she’s getting rammed full of me on every downwards stroke. But it’s Tess in charge.

Tess moans, rising up and down upon me. “I can’t…I can’t…oh shit Maxim.”

“I know. I know darling. Let me see. Let me see you come.”

“No. No,” she urges before she changes her angle. “Maxim, Maxim make it happen. Hold me. Hold me tight,” she moaned. Her fingers toyed with my bite, setting set off that final explosive fuse.

With a deep, feral cry Tess’s tight pussy clenche and flutters around me. Gripping her hips, I fuck her like a ragdoll.

My thumb rubs at her clit as one orgasm is swiftly followed by another as I take all my pent up urges and slam them home. I simply explode inside her. All for her, for the perfect family we’re going to create together.

One orgam isn’t anywhere near enough, I’m still hard, my heart and wolf baying for more. Unable to see I’m guided by her moans and blissed out breathing. More ragged spurts of my seed soon fire inside her.

There is no other word for it. I give her everything. Just as she wanted, until we’re both limp and useless.

“Stay there beautiful. Right where I can keep you captive.”

“Captive?”

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“Captive. That’s exactly it,” running my hands over her thighs and caressing her beautifully soft stomach whilst she leans over me, her nose gently moving locks of hair from my forehead. “Now let me see you.”

My voice is bordering on grouchy but I know she’s smiling. Especially when she kisses my bite, forcing a weary, tender growl out of me.

“Tess you aren’t meant to torture me afterwards. You’re getting it all wrong,” receiving a soft kiss and a giggle, her hair tumbling down and tickling my shoulders. When she sits backy, my cock is still seated inside her. “Mmm, I take it back, not wrong, not at all,” as little rivers of lightning coursing lazily over everywhere her skin meets mine.

I know she’s rolling her eyes at me and my silly grin. But she utters the words I’ve been waiting for. “Okay, take off the blindfold.”

“Thank you for not pretending to fall asleep.”

“I thought about it,” she giggled. But I haven’t really drunk anything tonight.”

Whipping the white silk annoyance from my face, I stare up at the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. Tessa’s whole body is a rosy pink map of blushes, my marks and exertion. Her eyes shine, with what look like tears, and her fiery hair is all over the place.

For a while we just exist together. It’s not like we’re capable of talking. My wolf is surging with pure joy. Because she’s looking at me exactly how one

dreams a soulmate would.

“You’re beautiful you know. All the time, of course. But right

now…”

I lift my hand from her hip and hold it upwards, her fingers slide between, lazily entwined. “Come here,” I beckon, opening my arm out, ready to hold her tight and cherish her more softly this time. “Sitting up probably isn’t ideal for the whole baby plan?”

Tess’s soft smile halts. Have I pushed the baby thing too far? “Maxim, I wasn’t seeing a first year this afternoon. Well, I did but that wasn’t why I was late meeting you.”

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Chapter 118

“What? is everything okay?”

When she leans over I groan all over again, but keep her hips planted to mine. Only she’s reaching under the pillow for something, it takes a second be my still–vacant mind to recognise what she’s holding to her chest.

A babygrow. Striped red, white and blue.

For once I’m mute. Useless. Forced to accept Tess stroking down the side of my face and explaining the obvious to me, pressing the soft fabric into my fumbling hands. “We don’t need to try. We made one already. I’m pregnant. Early weeks, but I got it confirmed today.”

“No? Yes? No! What!”

I know I’m staring at her like a crazy person but there is very little else I can think to do right now. It shouldn’t be possible to feel this amount of love. Not only for Tess, but for the tiny, unseen life we’ve somehow created.

I grab her and flip her over, her back squishing into the mattress. “You’re pregnant?”

“lam.”

“We’re having a little wild Pagano?”

“We are,” her smile so wide it must be painful.

“I had no idea!”

“I only noticed it hurt more when you,” looking down at her chest and failing to finish her sentence.

“Your nipples? I was hurting you?”

“It just felt different. I’ve been all fluttery, and I assumed it was just down to being so happy with you. Then I thought about it property and…yeah. I know we were meant to put a hold on all that.”

I smirk, kissing her softly. “We didn’t really do a good job of the whole being more careful thing did we?”

Tess laughs, stroking my hair. “Not at all. I don’t think we changed a thing.”

“I think,” finally able to work my way down her body, kissing between her breasts and down to her stomach. “Without saying it, this is what we both wanted to happen.”

“I know it is. Hearing about how you’ve stood up for Daphne tonight. It makes me so proud. You’ll be the most protective, proud father. I won’t have a clue what to do.”

“Will you love them? As sweetly, as fully as you do me?”

“Yes.”

I lift myself back up the bed, my forearms either side of her shoulder and kiss her perfect peachy lips. “I’ll do the same. That’s all we’re going to need.”

Goddess knows what time it is but even the party has ended by the time Tess and I emerge from a shower. I’m too giddy to sleep, whereas my pretty mate is already yawning. Pawesome has snuck back in from somewhere, stealing my pillow and nestling next to my girl.

Hopefully our little one will share my dislike of the furred invader.

Our baby. Tess’s fiery hair is tied into a bun, her pale skin illuminated

by the gentle orange glow of the lantern I allowed myself to admire her a moment.

Dressing and kissing her forehead I whisper. Getting some fresh air. You’ve made me too happy to sleep.”

“Mmmm,” is her sleep reply. “I love you. Love you, love you, love you.”

Chapter 118

A few hours ago I chased Tess down the corridor, across the gravel. I’m looking around the packhouse now and everything feels different, I feel love leer taller, striding proud. Nobody stepped forward to protect me as a young boy. My tiny Pagano will never know a day without love.

The happy thoughts are broken by the sound of thudding. It must be after three in the morning. Assuming it was some drunk first year, I meander

towards the noise.

1 spot a lonely figure in the distance. Throwing five blades, then retrieving. Five again, then retrieving. The wooden target is shredded. He must have been throwing for hours.

Rémy runs a thick hand through his ice blonde hair. I walk forward, not knowing what to say the man who seems to have nothing when I have been given everything I ever dreamed of.

Over and over, with every throw he mutters, “Forget…Forget…Forget!”

I look around, we can’t have other members of the pack seeing him like this. The full moon must be treating him and his wolf with exceptional cruelty tonight.

I know Remy wants me to find and bring Daphne to him. I get it. But the anger in his body, the way he’s flinging those blades, I’d be setting her up for

terror.

“You did the right thing,” Warden Marshall murmurs, appearing beside me. “Well done by the way.”

I grin, “Told you I’d get you back for the last party.”

He shakes his head. “Not that, pretty sure you cheated. Only one side of the floor was wet. My side.”

“Hmm. Very strange,” I smirk. We watch Remy, the blades catching the moonlit sky, glinting wickedly on their way into the wooden target.

Remys anger reminds me of the worst men I’ve encountered. Donlon and Luca, obsessed with owning, possessing those they claimed to love. Even Alpha Hale, unable to adjust to his matebond no longer being a perfect, faultless beacon.

“What are the congratulations for then.”

“Word gets around. I believe you and Tess are expecting?”

“Who the hell talked?”

“People draw conclusions when someone as healthy as her go to that door.”

“Well…she is. Yeah. I’m going to be a father. Early days.”

“You’ll do a fine job.”

“I hope so,” stifling a heavy, tight sensation in my chest. Turning to Marshall he keeps staring ahead, hands behind his back.