Filed to story: Mated and Hated by My Brother’s Best Friend Book PDF Free by Anna Campbell
Something inside me shattered. Again.
For the last time, I swore. The last freaking time.
Theard Ethan curse somewhere behind me, and it was then I realized that it wasn’t Ethan holding me up.
It was Max.
For once, I was grateful for his annoyingly perfect timing.
I leaned into him, but it wasn’t solely affection. It was because my knees gave out.
I had never felt pain like this before. Not even when I hit my head during the assignment yesterday.
“That wasn’t cool, man,” Ethan said as he stood next to the table, finally coming into view. “Emari challenged her.”
“And Jiselle won,” Nate flung back at Ethan, eyes blazing. “Stop looking at me like that because I did nothing wrong. It’s not my fault your sister can’t control her emotions.”
“You’re a dick, Morningstar,” Max muttered, and I could feel the heat radiating from him.
Nate tilted his head, his lips curling slightly.
“You just know how to choose them, don’t you, Jiselle?” Nate taunted.
I blinked, my brain barely registering what he said.
“What?” I croaked.
Nate smirked. “Emari is Maximus’s ex. Maybe be mindful about who you’re really mad at.”
I twisted my
= head to look at Max, who was still glaring daggers at Nate.
“No,” I whispered, shaking my head. I felt sick. I needed to leave. Because Nate was right. Again.
He did nothing wrong. We were mates but we never agreed to be anything more-to be exclusive. And he was right in the regard that I couldn’t control my emotions. He was right about Max. I always suspected it from the first day but never had the guts to ask.
He was right about everything. And I only had one person to blame.
Myself.
“You know what screw you.” I stepped out of Max’s grip, grateful that I didn’t fall. ” Screw both of you.”
And then I ran out.
I avoided Ethan and Max’s call and darted through the cafeteria doors, across the pavement that led to the classrooms and into the hallways of the dorms.
Max caught me before I even reached the intersection of Black Claw and Silver Claw dorms.
“Jiselle, wait. Please wait.”
I ignored him, pushing forward, but he was faster.
When he caught my wrist, he was out of breath, his chest rising and falling hard.
I swung around, meeting those gray pleading eyes for the second time today, and I really looked at him for the first time in weeks.
The sharp angles of his face. The messy light brown hair. The way he stared at me with those silver eyes. He really was a work of art. He really was gorgeous. Gosh, he was too gorgeous.
“It meant nothing,” he panted. “Jiselle, I swear, it meant nothing.”
I swallowed, my voice hoarse. “Then why?”
He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Her pack was close to mine. My brothers-” He exhaled. “They used to talk about her like she was trash. I didn’t know her at the time, and I hated it. I thought no female should be spoken about like that.”
I frowned, but I stayed silent. How chivalrous.
“At an Alpha meeting, they had a bet about who would sleep with her first.” His jaw clenched. “I intercepted them. Not because of the stupid bet, but because I was pissed at them. I didn’t want her to be used.”
“How long?” I whispered.
“A week. The length of the Alpha meeting in the region. It was hosted at my home pack and all the alphas’ kids practically stayed at our house that week.”
“Did you… Did you sleep with her?”
Why did it matter anyway? It shouldn’t have. I didn’t know him at the time. And if he was in his third year now, that would have been years ago, when they both were teenagers. Like me and Nate Yet, his answer twisted something in my belly. “Once,” he said through a sharp whisper. “It wasn’t my intention when I first approached her, but around the fifth day, she made it pretty clear what she wanted and well… I was just a guy.”
I nodded, but finally looked away. I didn’t even know why I was upset.
That I didn’t know? Was I jealous?
He must have sensed it because he quickly added, “She slept with Lincoln on the last day. That’s when I realized some people don’t want to be saved. It didn’t mean anything.”
“It’s okay,” I mumbled. “It doesn’t matter.” I tried to walk away, but his grip tightened slightly.
When he spun me around, I saw something in his eyes that I never saw before. Worry. Pleading. Softness.
Gone was the teasing. The jokes. The smirks and cockiness.
This was just… Max, wasn’t it?
This was Max in his rarest and purest form. And he was giving it to me.
He was looking at me like I had the power to shatter him if I walked away. He was looking at me like I mattered to him. Like he adored me… wanted me.
He was looking at me like I was more than just his best friend’s sister.
Or in his case, his sister’s best friend.
“Jiselle, please,” he whispered again, and I relented.
Before I could think twice, I stood on my toes and kissed him.
*Jiselle*
Max’s lips were warm, firm, demanding as they pressed against mine, and I didn’t hesitate-I gave in to him.
The ache in my chest, the sting of Nate’s rejection, the overwhelming need to feel something real-it all poured into this moment.
Max kissed me like he had been waiting to do it forever, and maybe he had.
His lips moved with purpose, firm yet coaxing, demanding yet teasing, like he was memorizing every inch of my mouth, claiming me in a way that sent heat surging through my veins. His tongue slid against mine in a slow, intoxicating dance, stroking, tasting, devouring.
He didn’t rush-he savored-pulling me deeper, tilting his head to kiss me harder, deeper, until I could hardly think. My fingers curled into his shoulders, my nails digging into him as he pressed closer, his body heat wrapping around me like a drug. When he groaned against my lips, the sound vibrated straight through me, and I shuddered. His fingers sank into my waist, his grip strong but not rough, like he was holding onto my waist, his gri something precious.
Tgasped when he lifted me, pressing me up against the nearest wall. My legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, and he groaned into my mouth again, the sound deep and possessive.
His hands roamed everywhere, over my hips, my thighs, the curve of my waist. He pinned my wrists above my head, pressing them against the cold stone as his mouth trailed away from my lips, down my jaw, my neck, lower.
A shiver coursed through me when his teeth grazed my skin, his tongue soothing the nip immediately after. I felt everything. The heat, the fire, the way every inch of me burned under his touch.
His lips ghosted along my collarbone, kissing, sucking, claiming.
“I’ll stop if you want me to,” he whispered against my throat, his breath hot and ragged.
His voice alone nearly undid me.
“I don’t want you thinking this is all I wanted.” He pulled back slightly, his grey eyes burning into mine. “Because for the first time ever in my life, Jiselle, I just want you.”
My stomach flipped, my skin tingling with want.
I rolled my hips against him, grinding against the hard length of him, and he groaned sharply, his fingers tightening on my waist.
“I want you, Max,” I whispered. “Please don’t stop.”
That was all it took.
His lips were back on me, rougher, hungrier.
He carried me effortlessly, his grip unyielding as he moved us, pushing through a door with his back. The moment we stepped inside, his scent overwhelmed me, and I knew we were in his room.
His very private-very sound-shielded room.
We barely made it to the bed before he laid me down, his body covering mine, his mouth everywhere.
His lips trailed down my throat in a slow and deliberate manner, dragging heat across my skin as he tasted and teased me. Every inch he touched burned and every kiss left a brand behind.
His fingers skimmed the hem of my shirt, pushing it up agonizingly slow as his mouth followed, hot and wet, trailing lower.
When he reached the swell of my breasts, he stopped, hovering as his breath fanned over my heated skin. My chest rose and fell in anticipation. I would explode right here and then if he didn’t do something right that moment.
My lips parted with a gasp when he finally dragged his tongue over my nipple, swirling, sucking it between his lips, causing my back to arch as I tangled my fingers in his hair, urging him closer.
But he took his time- the tease that he was, and moved from one breast to the other, lavishing attention on me like I was something to be worshiped.
His hands slid down my sides. They were rough and sure, and moon goddess, the man knew how to touch me, gripping my hips, tilting them toward him as his mouth continued its path downward.
He kissed over my ribs, down my stomach, and his fingers never stopped tracing a path as he went. By the time he reached the waistband of my pants, I was-panting, aching and desperate for more.
Max’s hands gripped the sides of my pants as his gaze flickered up to meet mine, dark and unreadable, but his body trembled with restraint.
“Jiselle,” he murmured, voice thick with desire, “I need to see all of you.”
I nodded without hesitation, which was odd considering I’d only ever been with one person. But I still lifted my hips, allowing him to pull my pants and underwear down in one slow, torturous motion, A shiver ran through me as the air hit my bare skin, but the heat radiating off him had my body burning. eyes
He settled between my thighs, his hands coaxing them open, and his darkened as he took me in. His breathing became disheveled and it was my time to smirk. But the bastard wanted to have all the fun, and so he used his thumb to press against my already throbbing clit.
“Max,” I whimpered, my thighs tightening around him in anticipation.
He chuckled, dark and wrecked, pressing a kiss to the inside of my thigh. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue, his teeth, his lips working me apart until he was right where I wanted him-right where I burned for him, drawing sounds from me I barely recognized as my own.
He licked a slow, devastatingly deep stroke, his tongue flicking just right, making my entire body tremble. My hands fisted the sheets and my breaths came out in sharp, desperate gasps as he devoured me. His hands held me down, keeping me completely at his mercy, while his tongue worked every sensitive inch of me.
My hips bucked, and he growled. I couldn’t even register what the vibrations did to me before his fingers slid inside me, curling, pressing deep while his tongue followed the movement in perfect rhythm.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I was going to combust. I could feel the pressure building up so much that I wanted to cry, scream anything.
“Max, please.” I gripped his hair again and ground myself against his tongue and fingers, unraveling myself with the extra pressure.
“Let me taste you, Jiselle,” he murmured, his voice vibrating against me, and I freaking shattered.
My entire body shook as the pleasure crashed over me in waves as I came undone beneath him. Over and over and freaking over. barely had time to catch my breath before he kissed his way back up, his fingers still stroking, drawing out every last aftershock as his mouth claimed mine again. Then-
A pounding on the door.
Max froze but I barely registered the sound, still lost in him, in this.
Then the pounding came again, louder.
“Maximus, open up!”
Max growled, low and furious.
“Go the fuck away!”
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