Chapter 309
Three hundred and eleven
Wesley POV
Purple lights washed over the hallway walls as a handful of people moved between the restrooms and the dance floor. Staff hurried past carrying buckets of ice. Women laughed on their way to touch up their makeup.
I couldn’t exactly stand outside the women’s restroom waiting. Too many people knew my face. It would only take one person recognizing me for rumors to spread through the pack by morning. The last thing I needed was for someone to start asking why the future Alpha had been lurking outside the ladies’ room when his girlfriend was upstairs.
I slipped into an alcove near an exit sign where the corridor bent around a cleaning cart and pulled out my phone, pretending to scroll through it.
I didn’t wait long. Her amber curls caught the overhead light. It was ridiculous how easily I recognized
her now.
The hallway had mostly cleared, but I stayed where I was, watching her. Halfway down the corridor, she stopped. Her gaze swept the hallway as though she’d sensed something.
Two girls walked past her toward the restroom. As soon as they disappeared behind the door, Isabella changed direction and walked straight toward me.
She stopped when she found me. Neither of us spoke. We didn’t need to.
“Can we go somewhere private p>
She didn’t answer.
I reached for her hand.
Our fingers touched, and a surge raced up my arm. I glanced over my shoulder. The hallway was clear.
I led her through the side exit into the parking lot. Cool night air replaced the heat of the club. Out here, the music was nothing more than a dull heartbeat behind concrete walls. I drove us to the quieter end of the lot, where only staff cars were scattered beneath dim security lights.
Neither of us spoke.
“I see you’re enjoying the night,” I said.
She looked down at her hands and shrugged.
I couldn’t understand how someone could look so innocent and still be the most distracting woman I’d met in years.
I lifted her chin until she looked at me. Warmth softened the grey in her eyes.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you,” I admitted, my thumb brushing beneath her chin. “That kiss won’t
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leave my head p>
She stayed quiet, watching me.
“I haven’t wanted anyone this intensely in years,” I continued. “I don’t even understand it
I leaned in and brushed a kiss against her cheek. I lingered against her cheek before pulling away
“I want you, Isabella p>
She looked into my eyes as though she were waiting for one more sentence, one that would either gue her permission to stop fighting or finally convince her to walk away.
“So… this is you finally admitting it p>
“Admitting that I can’t stop thinking about you?” I said, leaning in to brush kisses on her face and forehead. “I thought I’d already made that obvious p>
“You’ve spent all this time talking about wanting me,” she said quietly. “You’ve never acknowledged what keeps pulling us back together p>
She took my hand. Her fingers traced over my knuckles before she placed my palm against the base of her throat. Her pulse beat beneath my palm.
“Do you feel it?” she whispered. “I’ve been calling out to you since the first night we met p>
A smile tugged at my mouth.
“You think I haven’t?” I said, holding her hand and leaning forward. “I’ve been fighting the urge to come after you since that kiss p>
I traced my tongue up her throat. She shivered.
“Let’s finish what we started in the kitchen p>
“Is that all p>
I searched her face, confused. I’d just confessed something I hadn’t said to another woman in years. What more was she waiting for?
“You’ve got someone waiting upstairs, and so do I,’ I said, brushing my lips against her ear That doesn’t change the chemistry between us. If you really were into him, you kept looking at me instead of hem while you danced.
She surprised me and kissed me
The sharp need of her kiss aroused me. It was hard, then soft then hard again. She climbed across the console and settled onto my lap.
Her weight settled fully against me, and the sudden pressure of her body dragged a groan from my throat. The kiss only grew hungrier. She kissed like she was starving, her lips parting mine her tongue
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sliding against mine in a demanding rhythm. I met her just as hard, one hand locking at the back of her neck while the other gripped her waist and pulled her closer.
My cock grew hard beneath her, trapped behind the fabric of my pants. Every shift of her hips dragged her against that ache. The friction was slow at first, then firmer, as if she needed the proof of what she did to me as much as I needed the heat of her.
I broke the kiss only long enough to drag my mouth down the line of her jaw. She tilted her head, giving me more, and I took it. Open-mouthed kisses along the column of her throat. She shivered when my tongue traced the same path again, slower this time. The scent of her skin mixed with whatever perfume she’d worn for the club, and it went straight to my head.
“Wesley p>
The way she said my name, in a half-plea, only made the hunger worse. I answered by closing my mouth over the spot just below her ear and sucking lightly, then harder when her fingers tightened in my hair. My free hand slid up her side, over the curve of her waist, while my hips rolled up to meet the slow grind
of hers.
Although we were clothed, the pressure of her moving against my cock was enough to make my pulse pound in my ears. Every time she rocked forward, I pressed right against the heat between her legs. It drove me wild.
My mouth found the upper swell of her breast where the neckline dipped, and I dragged my tongue across the skin there, tasting her. She arched into it, the friction turning more urgent. She gasped into my mouth when I claimed her lips again. The kiss was messier now as I gripped her ass with both hands and pulled her down harder against me, guiding the next grind so the ridge of my cock dragged exactly where I wanted it.
She pulled away, breathing hard, without taking her gaze off me.
“Come home with me p>
“On one condition,” she said. “Walk back into that club and acknowledge our bond p>
“Come on,” I said, my voice still rough from kissing her. “Don’t make this bigger than it has to be. We don’t have to explain ourselves to anyone p>
She gave a brittle laugh.
“You’re ashamed of me p>
I tried to kiss her, but she didn’t let me. Instead, I tucked a stray hair behind her ear.
“If you want me to say I love you, I’d be lying. Love is more complicated than sexual chemistry. I like you a lot. You make me feel alive again. But I don’t know you well enough to tell you I love you p>
“No.” Her voice cracked. “I’m not asking you to love me. I’m asking you to acknowledge what’s right in front of you. What happens after sex? Are you going to reject me? Do you just want to take what you can from this and then walk away p>
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“Reject you?” I echoed. “Why would you think I’d do that p>
I searched her face, trying to understand her.
“I’m not trying to use you. We’re two adults who can’t seem to stay away from each other. I don’t know whether we’re compatible outside this.” I gestured between us. “But I know I’d regret walking away from this without finding out where it leads p>
“So you need to sleep with me before you decide what I am to you p>
I groaned.
“I’m saying I want a chance to explore this p>
She dragged a hand over her face, pushed herself away from me, and reached for the door.
“Hey. What did I say wrong p>
“I can’t breathe. I… I have to go p>
“Isabella p>
She climbed out and didn’t look back. She broke into a run toward the club entrance while I stayed in the driver’s seat, watching her disappear.
She’d kissed me like she couldn’t bear to let me go. Then she’d run like I’d broken her.
What the hell had I missed?
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To everyone who has been yelling, “Isabella, just speak up!”… Exhibit A has officially been submitted to the court. She spoke. He answered. They somehow still managed to have two completely different conversations. The charges against Isabella have been reduced. The broken mate bond will now take the stand. T
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