His Plump Mate (by Buchanan) novel Chapter 33

**Chapter 33: Preparing**

Rebel’s POV

It has been nearly a week since that unforgettable night with Austin. As he had promised, the morning after was a struggle; walking felt like an arduous task, but I certainly wasn’t about to complain. The lingering sensations of him inside me danced through my body for days, a delightful reminder of our shared intimacy.

The very next day, Lacy and Jane burst into my space, their faces lit up with excitement and curiosity, eager to extract every little detail from me. Their enthusiasm was palpable, but I had to practically shove them out the door. The thought of discussing my intimate moments with Austin was simply out of the question. That experience was personal, a treasure I wished to keep close to my heart. Not to mention, I didn’t want to stir up any jealousy between us!

Once I regained my mobility, I approached my recovery with caution, much to Austin’s amusement. He watched as I gingerly made my way to the library, a place that had become a sanctuary of knowledge. I had started reading from the list of books he had given me. So far, I had devoured two books: one focused on the responsibilities of being a Luna, and the other provided foundational insights into pack dynamics and hierarchy. Now, I was diving into a third book that explored our kind, detailing the intricacies of what was beneficial and detrimental to us. This particular book captivated me, especially its discussions on mate bonds. The concept that if one mate strayed, the other would feel the sting of betrayal resonated deeply within me. It also outlined the most common poisons, like Wolfsbane, and how they could be administered—knowledge that felt essential.

As I immersed myself in the text, I suddenly sensed Austin’s presence before I even saw him. I looked up to find him entering the room, his body glistening with sweat, looking utterly irresistible. He had clearly been working hard outside, though I couldn’t tell if it was training or labor in the mines. Regardless, the sight of him, with sweat glistening on his toned physique and dirt smudged across his arms, stirred something primal within me. He was the very embodiment of masculinity, and he was all mine.

I noticed him flare his nostrils as he approached, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Does my mate like what she sees?” he asked, amusement lacing his words.

“Always, my Alpha,” I purred back, my voice thick with desire. “You have no idea how incredibly enticing you look right now, babe.”

A smirk played on his lips as he raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying our playful banter. “Is that so, little mate? How do I appear to you, darling?”

Setting my book aside, I stood and walked toward him, the heat radiating from my body undeniable. With a slow, deliberate motion, I wrapped my arms around his waist, my hands sliding down to squeeze his firm backside. I couldn’t help but relish the sound of his low groan as I kissed him softly, whispering, “You look like a man’s man—rugged, sexy, and completely mine.” His eyes darkened with desire at my words. “I love seeing you sweaty and working hard. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.” With that, I kissed him again, feeling the spark between us ignite.

This time, he deepened the kiss, his hands roaming to the back of my thighs as he lifted me onto the nearby table, continuing to explore my body. When he finally pulled away—much too soon for my liking—his breath came in ragged gasps, his eyes ablaze with longing.

“As much as I crave to take you right here, right now, and on every available surface, I simply can’t at this moment,” he began, his voice low and husky. “I came here because the rest of the supplies for the smokers have arrived, and I know you wanted my help to build it. Would you like to come down with me and get started?” He punctuated his question with a playful nip at my earlobe, trailing kisses down my neck to my mark.

I moaned softly, “Honestly, all I can think about is you taking me right now, but yes, let’s go. Just give me a moment to calm down.”

He chuckled, his laughter warm and infectious. “Goddess, I love you, Rebel. I’ve turned you into a bit of a monster, haven’t I?” His expression was one of pure amusement.

“Your monster, babe. Just wait until next time; maybe I’ll be the one tying you up. That was quite an exhilarating experience,” I teased, winking at him as I bent down to gather my book.

“How is your studying coming along?” he asked, playfully smacking my backside.

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