The Mate That Wasn't Mine novel Chapter 31

Chapter 31

Chapter 31

MAXIM POV

I didn’t care that much about trene before today. I am certainly no keener on her now, ruining what was looking to be a fucking spectacular moment with

Tessa.

Of course I heard Irene’s name from out in the corridor. My wolf is already on high alert for the giddy idea to drag her in this room.

The last time I was caught in an off–limit packhouse space with an over–excited, very loud Healer girl, I did fifty lifts of that damned log of pain.

An awful, secretive part of me hoped Tessa did not hear her friend’s name. That I could continue kissing her soft lips, grip her body against mine like we’re the perfect fit I think we just might be.

Her hands were everywhere, grabbing whatever she could of my shoulders and chest.

Finally, whatever guard she’s had up is tumbling down and I am more than ready to confirm it is an excellent decision.

Whatever it is about that fiery–haired, clumsy mouse, I need more of it. I almost came in my damn pants from one brush of my bite. Like a switch to every

nerve in my body up to max volume.

But of course, she heard. She’s no fool. I stood over her, peeping through the door gap.

Fuck, it was definitely Irene. I’d wager everything on the chump she walked in with being Isaac. The guy I fought on the first day for his room in E Block. The show–off who Alpha Hale reduced to a stammer in the steam room.

Not a pair I’d have blessed with a mate bond. Tessa accidentally backs her curvaceous ass into groin. My brain short circuits and my wolf suggests I mind my own damn business.

“She’s going in!” Tessa hisses after the door shuts.

I take the door handle and slowly shut the door.

“She’s found her mate! Oh no wonder she missed class!” Tessa squeaks, her brightest smile almost dazzling, it’s so rarely given.

Until I look at her with a curious eyebrow. Has she not worked out what Irene is doing?

Catching up to my confusion, her bright smile fades and she wags a finger. “No. No she wouldn’t. You have no idea how much she believes in the bond. It’s a really big deal to her,” moving to open the door again.

Tessa stays facing the door, her hand clearly itching to open it again. “I need to see her! We still haven’t cleared the air from yesterday.”

“You can find her after. We have leave here soon, don’t want trouble,” planting a kiss along her neck. My arm comes around her stomach, holding her

close. The breathy little shudder she gave in response is stunning.

“We should go. The Wardens…” Tessa murmurs, but she is already reaching behind her for my neck, keeping my lips against her neck. Her long, flowing copper hair are gently moved to the other side by me, like molten ribbons under the shards of red window light.

I take her other hand and silently press it flat against the door. My hand rests on top of it and for a second the memory of her and Briggs‘ little confessional springs back.

I need to erase it, the only way I know how. By bettering it. My fingertips slowly dance away from her hand, back up her wrist, forearm.

“Maxim…they’ll be out in a few minutes.”

“Then let me celebrate for a few minutes,” Kissing her neck until her head tilted gracefully to the other side. Orange fills my head. “You did so well.”

They’ve been in the same dining hall for two weeks, how have Irene and Isaac only just connected?

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Chapter 31

I mean, Irene keeps her eyes to the floor more than Tessa. She does metal working and scent tracing. Isaac is an Infantry chump. I guess he does suck is the Beta end of the hall.

“You’re wrong about frene, it’s real,” she whispers.

Even bigger than Briggs or myself, Isaac can be a nasty bastard in a fight. Hopefully, he’s nicer away from the violence.

“I’m sure I mentioned you not listening to me as an ongoing issue?” I reply with a kiss, my nose nudging just under her ear.

Irene and Isaac…I don’t buy it Maybe Irene is so worried about being cut she’s gone and made a deal with the devil. If so, there is no saving her now.

But I’ll debate that with Tessa that later. My free hand dances around her shoulder, down her ribcage and doesn’t stop descending. I don’t want it to. When I reach her waistband she inhales but only grips my hair tighter.

“Tessa, what you said in there…” my thumb and finger toying with the button on her pants. “…thank you.”

I’ll never forget what she said. The listed she mentioned, they’re all just part of the act, the big sell. Still, it healed the sting of Donlon’s shit.

Tessa closes her eyes. “I meant it. All the nice things. I meant them all. Are you…are you going to touch me?”

She asks so simply, a surge of possessive heat expands in my chest. “Yes. If I don’t, I might just go insane.”

Her unbuttoned pants part just enough, her lower stomach bare where her beige and gold training gear has ridden up. Tessa’s softness is captivating. Her hand flexes against the door when I brush against the white silk of her underwear another “Yes,” falling from her plump lips.

I head lower until my hand is finally inside her pants, cupping her panty–clad pussy. The silk, damp in the centre from her wetness glides under my touch. If only Tessa would keep still. I lift my hand away a touch,

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just…it feels good.”

“I’ve not even begun to find out what makes you tick.”

“Just…don’t laugh if I do something wrong,” her red cheeks hot against my beard.

“I’m the one under pressure here…” replacing my hand against her silken underwear, starting to slowly move, her legs parting out of her own needy desperation.

“What…why?”

Her hand is pressed tight against the door, her ass back into me.

“Because you’ve heard all sorts of things about me.”

“They were…choices. This…me…isn’t what you would choose.”

“To be clear Tessa, I haven’t got my hand down there out of obligation,” moving my fingers just enough to make her gasp.

But then she grimaces, I thought she might have giggled. Told me to stop wasting time. Am I still getting this wrong?“Did you not just hear me say you’re driving me crazy in the best possible way?”

My walf whines for so much more. I agree.

“Fuck…Tessa. Look at you burning up,” I murmur into her neck, the burn from her blushing cheeks making me want to kiss her better. “Do you blush everywhere then?”

“Pretty much,” came her absent–minded reply. “Why?”

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