My Stepbrother, My Mate

Chapter 8

Okay can I just:

Just because you say "Little Black Dress", doesn't mean you're quoting One Direction.

ONE DIRECTION DID NOT INVENT THE USE OF THE PHRASE "LITTLE BLACK DRESS".

It went down in history and is remembered for Centuries okay?

P.S: THAT was a song quote.

 

FCS DIRECTIONERS.

Not hating on ya'll, but seriously.

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Recap:

'Are you okay?' He asked softly. I was going to ignore his offer of his open hand to help me up, but I didn't.

The moment my hand barely brushed against his, sparking electricity ran up my arm, filling my whole body. Rae, my wolf howled in delight.

"Mate!" She screamed inside my head.

Crap.

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(A/N Thought I should put that there :P)

-Jesse's POV-

I gasped, staring at him with wide eyes. He returned the expression, but he didn't look as surprised as I was. In fact, he looked like he knew this was coming.

That would explain what he did next anyway.

Before I could even think, my back was pressed up against a wall.

And I thought walls were supposed to help me tonight.

His one hand rested on my waist, the other resting on my head so it didn't slam against the wall when he had moved me there.

His hands let out some kind of fire on my skin, roaming through my body and igniting fireworks inside me I didn't know existed.

He pressed his forehead to mine, staring into my eyes with his darkened brown enchanting orbs.

'I knew it. I knew you were my mate' Christan's husky voice sent chills through my body.

A smirk played on his lips in a knowingly fashion.

The last word made my heart skip a beat.

Mate.

His luscious scent filled me, melting me into him. Christan did nothing but keep his body pressed up at mine, looking straight into my eyes like he could see my soul.

I wanted him. Oh God I wanted him so bad.

His hand carressed my cheek as he pulled his head back slightly. This was like nothing I had ever felt before, unexplainable. His mere touch was driving me crazy, my thoughts blurred.

Mate.

He was my mate!

I, Jesse Mary-Anne Drake has my mate!

Christan Issac Drake.. could my life be better-

Drake.

My clouded thoughts immediately came clear.

Stepbrother. He is my Stepbrother.

My eyes widened with shock yet again, horror and sadness filling me this time round. I ducked out of his arms, almost leaping to the other side of the corridor. His face dropped to confusion, a bit of hurt.