Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 544

Chapter 544: 544-So Hard In His Shorts

Helanie:

"Oh, umm." Maximus probably realized I had caught him because he tried to open his mouth, but I held up my palm.

’Asshole. He could’ve fucked us, but no—he’d rather go for that raggedy-ass bitch instead,’ Cora made me look away uncomfortably.

What the hell is wrong with my wolf? Why is she always so horny for our mates?

"Oh, Helanie, I hope you don’t mind me taking away my mate for a while. You can go ahead and train with Norman—or whichever brother you can emotionally attack today," Charlotte said with such a victorious smile on her lips that I unintentionally glared at Maximus for it.

He awkwardly looked away before grabbing her hand to walk her out of the mansion.

’Don’t worry, he’ll only be getting a handjob while the others hit the major holes,’ Cora hissed, and I had to correct her.

’What the hell is wrong with you? You’re making this weird. Stop saying stuff like that. I’m not going to have—sex with all of them,’ I muttered while walking toward the exit.

’We’ll see,’ she replied, way too smug. Sometimes I wanted to tell her to shut up and go back to sleep. But I loved her too much to imagine losing her again.

In no time, I was in the car with Norman. Weirdly enough, he had opened the passenger seat door for me, as if he didn’t want me sitting in the back.

’I told you, he’s angry,’ I reminded Cora. He wasn’t horny or anything—he didn’t like me disrespecting him.

She didn’t respond, probably because she hated when anyone challenged the little story she had made up in her head. I got that she was in heat for her mates most of the time, but why Norman? He had marked us. We hadn’t marked him. And he wasn’t even our mate.

Once at the training ground, Norman started taking off his wristwatch. He was wearing a white shirt and gray shorts.

His leg muscles were so big and strong that I—

’You want to be crushed between his thighs?’ I hissed at my wolf before getting into position.

The silence made everything worse between us. We started, and I tried my best to stay focused.

The forest was quiet. Only the sound of birds and my fists hitting Norman’s hands filled the air. We were training in a small open space. Trees all around us. Sunlight came through the leaves and made soft shadows on the ground.

I was tired, but I didn’t stop. Norman watched me closely. It almost felt like he was waiting to criticize me at any second. His narrowed eyes didn’t help either.

"Again," he said.

I hit his hands—one, two—then stepped back. My heart was beating fast. Not just from the training. It was something else. Something strange. Something warm in my chest when I looked at him.

Maybe Cora’s words were making me act up?

My eyes kept drifting to his shorts to check if he was hard.

He wasn’t.

She was freaking wrong.

"You’re still holding back," he said.

"I’m not," I replied in a grumpy tone. He had chosen striking drills for today’s training. He wore pads on his hands, and I was punching them.

He stepped closer. His voice was calm, but his eyes were sharp.