Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates Chapter 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 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 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. Sotis 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 ti, I was in the car with Norman. Weirdly enough, he had opened the passenger seat door for , as if he didn’t want sitting in the back.

’I told you, he’s angry,’ I reminded Cora. He wasn’t horny or anything—he didn’t like 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 ti, 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 ca through the leaves and made soft shadows on the ground.

I was tired, but I didn’t stop. Norman watched closely. It almost felt like he was waiting to criticize 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 sothing else. Sothing strange. Sothing warm in my chest when I looked at him.

Maybe Cora’s words were making 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.

"Then prove it."

I tried to punch again, but he caught my wrist. Before I could react, he turned and gently pushed against a tree. I froze.

He didn’t hold tightly—just enough so I couldn’t walk away.

And once again, I started wondering if what Cora said was true.

His body was close. Too close. I could feel his breath on my cheek. My back was against the tree. My chest nearly touched his. His hands were still on my shoulders, but it didn’t feel like a fight anymore. We looked at each other for a brief mont before my eyes dropped to his lips. They were soft and pink. When I looked up at his eyes again, I found him staring at my lips too. There was a seriousness in his eyes, a frown on his face—his gaze gave tingles.

My heart felt like it would explode. Then he let go. Stepped back quickly, like the tree had shocked him.

"You need to learn how to break a hold," he said. His voice sounded strange now. Lower.

"Okay," I said. My voice ca out small—I was torn up with mixed emotions. Why was I so focused on him and how he felt? I had no clue.

He moved behind , tossed the pads on the ground, and wrapped one arm around . He showed a move.

"If soone grabs you like this," he said, "don’t pull away. Drop your weight. Twist. Then elbow."

But I did it wrong. I moved too fast and accidentally hit his leg. We both fell.

I landed on top of him. My hands on his chest. His face right below mine. Our legs tangled together. We didn’t move—I just couldn’t. And I didn’t understand why he wasn’t moving either. I looked down at him. His eyes t mine. Then flicked to my lips.

Again.

It was the sa cycle. We just couldn’t stop looking at each other’s lips. I couldn’t breathe.

"This is... training," I whispered awkwardly.

"Yeah," he said quietly. But he didn’t move either.

That’s when I felt it. His shorts getting hard against my thigh. I bit my bottom lip, wondering whether I should get up and check to confirm it—or stay like this because I wouldn’t be able to handle the truth.

’Isn’t he so handso?’ Cora asked, and I tilted my head, studying his features.

"Yeah, he is so handso."

But my dumbass didn’t say it in my head—I freaking said it out loud. And Norman heard it.

The way his lips curled into a smirk made instantly jump up and back—only to lose my balance.

But he moved fast, caught my hand, and pulled forward so I wouldn’t fall on my back.

Which ant—I fell straight into his chest.

He wrapped an arm around my back to keep steady.

Now our bodies were pressed together, my face tilted up, our eyes locked.

’Just fuck already. I can’t take it anymore,’ Cora begged in my head.

I gently pushed Norman away, tucking my face into my shoulder.

"We should head back ho now," I whispered, not even looking at him.

Sothing weird was happening. And I felt—- guilty.