Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 309

Chapter 309

KESTER.

The most expensive thing in the fucking world?

Peace of mind.

I hadn’t known what that felt like for years–hell, maybe never. But st night?

Last night, I touched it.

And she gave it to me… My mate.

Otherwise, how else could I explain the fact that I was just waking now… at eleven in the goddamn morning, cock still twitching like it hadn’t been inside her just hours ago?

I slept like a man who hadn’t carried the weight of the world in his chest… I slept like a baby.

No–better. Because babies don’t get taken to the brink of hell and pulled back with a mouth that knows exactly how to tease, suck, and accommodate like hers did.

She had sucked me like she was born with my dick in her throat.

She took me until I felt her heat split open around me. Her moans made my cock twitch even now.

I’d fucked her hard.

Rough.

Mine.

And she took it, crying out my name like a prayer and a curse, clutching the sheets as I buried myself deeper, as I marked her from the inside out.

I came so hard I saw white. It was fucking epic.

I lay there for a second, my cock still humming with the memory. Still tingling. Still half–hard. My hips twitched involuntarily, and I felt like I needed a little more fuck to be fully satisfied.

Where the fuck did she learn all that from? She almost drove me to the pit of hell with sucked, teased, and accoinmodated me.

Wait.

Something wasn’t right.

Where was she?

My eyes snapped open immediately and I looked around me but she was nowhere to be found.

Mine? I sat up, breath catching in my throat. “Mine?”

No answer.

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Chapter 309

Fuck.

I listened to know if she was in the bathroom. But it was calm and quiet.

I stood up so fast the blood rushed to my head.

“Fuck, Mine! Don’t do anything stupid, please,” I muttered under my breath as I slid into my shorts. I didn’t even bother with

boxers.

I yanked on a loose black shirt, grabbed my keys from the dresser, and hurried out of my room.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and I looked like a mess. But who cares?

“I feel her, Kes. She isn’t far,” Zeth said, and I barely even registered what he said.

Good. Fucking good.

“She better not be,” I growled, storming toward the stairs, heart punching against my ribs. “We’ll catch up. We have to.”

My rage was simmering, crawling up my throat like acid.

If one of those guards–if even one of those useless, limp–dicked guards–had let her slip out, I’d gut them before they could explain.

I was halfway down the staircase when my ears picked up some sounds from outside, and I froze.

I reached the end of the staircase, slowing down my steps as the sounds from outside grew clearer.

I heard male voices… they were laughing.

And then I heard hers.

She was handing it out to the guards one by one, smiling, laughing, and even playfully swatting at one who lacked a joke.