The Mate That Wasn't Mine novel Chapter 59

hapter 59

TESSA POV

Both naked, the darkness deprived me to mere glimpses of his perfect body. But his warm hands on my waist were guiding me. I want his instructions, f do anything he says. I already know that.

Every scizing kiss and tight grip is bliss. When he places his hand to my ass and presses me close to him, it’s pure possession. Grabby and urgent. Demanding me to be his.

When Luca did it; called me mine and turned into a frenzied, rough caveman, I froze. I said no, I shifted and scratched his face. His lust fuelled curses chilled my bones. But I want to be Maxim’s. I want to be his so badly that I’ll take the morsels of this evening and treasure them.

I gasp when he sits down on the same train bench we first met. Silently my legs straddle him. Flashes of his roving amber eyes, sometimes the movement of his chest is visible in the shadows. My fingers just won’t stop searching his warm, solid body.

But his scent, his warmth is perfect. There is no fear of whats about to happen. I’m kneeling up on the bench, straddling his thighs, his hard cock resting against my lower stomach. I cry out when his mouth finds my nipple. His other hand roughly toying with the other, rolling it between his fingers.

“Do you know how long I have wanted to do this for?”

“N…No.”

“And this,” grabbing my ass and forcing my hips to rise. His hand leaves my breast and I gasp to feel the head of his cock rubbing against the entrance to my pussy. It’s happening. Everything that was never meant to be. All the deals in my head, vows to not yield everything to him have foundered.

“Tessa, You’re going to take me. All of me. When you want. As hard, fast, slow as you want. Use me until you can’t feel anything else.”

“Goddess, how do you talk like that so easily?” his hand leaving my ass, snaking up my back in a teasing enough way to make me shudder, my nipples brushing his lips in the process.

“I can feel you blushing.”

“Because I can’t say all that back to you…” unable to prevent the blush that no doubt covered my entire body.

“I’m not asking you to,” he rasps slowly, before gently working his cock back and forth between the folds of my pussy, coating himself in my wetness. “But I don’t want you under any other impression that this,” placing my hand around his solid cock, “Is for anyone but you.”

His warm, hard head against my clit left me gulping at the sensation. The size of him in my hand was enough to make me question my wolf’s abilities to

heal.

Only for my wolf to scoff that I was a coward. I could feel my spirit’s energy racing, pushing, screaming at me to make something happen. To stop dithering, hanging between the lines and make the a choice.

I’ve chosen to leave. Now I’m keeping my hips high, just out of danger. Even though Maxim and this scenario has infiltrated my dreams for weeks?

I release him, my hand returning to his shoulder.

Maxim, hard cock fisted in one hand, continued to swipe between my folds and my clit. Wetness and little moans eked out of me without restraint. When he paused just at the right spot, I breathed. “You shouldn’t have made me fall in love with you,” and pressed myself down upon him.

Down I sank, hard and breathtaking, I had to squeal. It all felt completely alien. This is fullness, beyond fullness. Completion.

“FUCK!” Maxim roars, his hands all over my back, waist, chest, feeling as much of me as he can even with my still, damp hair in the way. It seconds to adjust to the feeling before Maxim growled. “Use me Tess. However you want.”

ew

Using my thighs I lifted myself back up, then down again. Only to curse. Whimpers escaped that I didn’t even have the capacity to be embarrassed about. Every movement was a sharp blend of pain and pleasure that my wolf was already healing.

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He seizes my face and kisses my lips, my hips clumsily rocking, to keep the movement going. Some of the long, full length up and dowe jerks are enough to take my breath away. Then, paired with Maxim’s kisses, slower, softer movement. His thumb caresses my clit as gently as he did in the office.

Except now I am also full of his hard cock, the heat and veined ridges added to a world of his kisses, heat, scent and naked body. “That’s it Tess, I can feel every bit of you. Fuck. Fuck…Juck this stupid lie,” he groans, his head tilting back, leaning against the carriage seats.

“The mate bond?” I manage to ask inbetween breaths. My thighs are beginning to tense, my lower stomach constricting, reaching that inescapable peak.

“Maxim…Maxim…”

“Use me. Go on. This is what I’m good for,” he groans in a dark, wretched tone.

What he’s good for?

But my hips are bucking, my chest in his face, nipples being sucked whilst his hands grope greedily at my chest, waist and ass. I’m gone. So fucking gone. I don’t scream but I bite clumsily into his neck with a deep, guttural cry. Then I still. Panting into him. His huge arms wrap around my upper back.

“Sorry, I didn’t wait for-”

“Not a problem,” he interrupts, before he suddenly stands up. My legs around his waist, arms wrapped around his neck like a panicked monkey with zero

composure. In the dark he kicks at some thing I cannot so

I laugh with relief when I realise he is just laying me down on his leather jacket on the carriage floor. I don’t care that it’s not ideal. What would a bed of roses, candles and music be compared to this? Where every action is designed to quench a deep, otherworldly need…

He kisses are gentle, soft nibbles, lingering over my collarbone. I squirm underneath him, sparks flying all the way down to my toes. “My turn Tess,” he whispers with a filthy growl into my neck.

Holding himself above me, I stroke his bearded cheeks as my legs part an he places himself back inside me. He goes harder, much rougher than me. Enough for me to wince.

His amber eyes aren’t the same and in a second, my heart breaks with understanding.

I know what he’s doing.

It doesn’t matter that my sexual experience is on par with a hermit, I know what it looks like to see someone detach. As his hips flex roughly into me, I know he’s trying to make this simply sex. A moment that doesn’t matter too much.

Well he’s wrong.

“Why did you say, you know what you’re good for?” I whisper roughly. Every time he thrusts forward it’s his flesh pressed against mine.

He stops mid–thrust, panic in his eyes. “Maxim, you’re beyond good. You’re so unique. I hate that I love you, because I can’t have you. Not truly. I’m not yours. And I want to be. So badly.”

“You could stay,” he whispers. The bravado is gone, he’s asking like a boy asks a girl on their first date. His muscles soften, the tension that made him cold vanishing. His eyes flash with hope and my heart shatters. He adds a patter of kisses up my neck. “I was going to be good and not ask. But stay?”

“My name will ruin you. Everything you’ve worked for. Luc-” but I don’t even get his name out before Maxim kisses my collarbone again, forcing a gasp

from me.

His voice is desperate. “Means nothing. Not if you’re leaving.”

“Then come with me,” I whisper, kissing his cheek gently. He shakes his head no.

“I want to make Ravenbow…where you come back to. To me. When you know it’s safe. When I can…oh fuck, when I can make you mine, keep you,” dipping his head and slowly moving his hips. The slow, precise movement through me is setting me aflame. Soon I’m shaking underneath him.

“You love me?”

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“Tess, it is beyond certain that I love you. You’re the one saying you can’t have me. I’ve never said that.”

“I don’t want to argue,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around his neck, fighting back tears. Maxim kissed away my worries, his soft, loving words of desira only making me regret the four weeks of silence even more. How much love and affection I could have enjoyed with him.

In the dark, small space we had stolen for ourselves, Maxim adored me, slowly and steadily making me lose my mind before we came together in a clutching, ragged, entwined little heap. Full of him in every way I don’t think my heart can take any more.

Together we lay in the darkness.

Sadly Maxim is the one to break our embrace, slowly lumbering back up to standing, retrieving clothes and helping me to my feet. “What should I do when I get to the front?”

“You can keep going south and get to the

But they’re not nice to outsiders.”

“Where would you go?”

dustrial area. If you want to leave entirely, if you keep your head down you will approach the human border

“I’d go to the farming district,” he chuckles. “Gorgeous girls there I’ve heard,” getting himself a dig in the ribs.

“Do I need to hide my hair, cut it off? It’s pretty distinctive,” toying with a length of it in just my bra and pants. No underwear thanks to Maxim. I love how in the dark, the mark on my hip is of no consequence to him. It’s almost like it is not there at all, until I remember it, then it begins its familiar itching

heat.

I reached for the rest of my clothes only for Maxim to shake his head and pass me my rucksack. “No, put Irene’s on. I’ll take those.”

“Okay…” I murmur, not quite understanding why Maxim would want his blue shirt back and a pair of women’s tan pants. “Why though?”

Maxim shrugs on his leather jacket. Restored to his perfect status. Hair rumpled, eyes blazing with unreadable emotion. He rolls my old clothes into a ball, tucking them under his arm.

“Because I’m going to tell Alpha Hale you jumped off the cliff tonight. Because of Irene. Because I agreed with what Hale did and it broke us. They’re not going to look for you, Now…come on I’ve found you somewhere to hide. Leave this window open for the scent to fade…”

I follow him numbly. So Maxim has it all figured out. When he shows me the empty storage box I know this is the end. I don’t know what to say. Neither does Maxim. Instead, before shutting the door on me, he places a final kiss on my cheek, lingering for a few painful seconds. I put my hand on his bearded cheek and returned the gesture.

Then he’s gone. Sat in the dark, clutching my rucksack I waited for the hours to pass. For the chugging, shrug off the train to take me away from Maxim and Ravenbow. Dressed in Irene’s clothes I hate how her gentle flowery scent overpowers Maxim’s oak and berries. Without even his borrowed shirt, I have nothing of his to remember him by.

I chose this. I’ve got to make it work.