Addison felt slightly crushed beneath him, but she didn’t mind—there was a strange comfort in the way he held her like this, as if even in exhaustion, he couldn’t bear to let her go.
Maxwell looked completely spent, his strength drained after their intense union, just like what had happened to Levi and Zion before him. It was as if claiming her in this way took sothing from them...
While the others were drained, Addison felt brimming with power and enveloped in a warm, comforting energy, making her feel even more guilty. But unlike the others, Maxwell still had the strength to smirk as he looked at her.
"Addie, that was amazing..." he said, his voice light and breathy, his smile making Addison’s heart skip a beat. He slowly shifted to the side to give her so space to catch her breath, then gently pulled her into his arms, savoring her warmth.
"Addie, I can’t seem to get enough of you... Can we do it again?" he asked, surprising her.
It genuinely seed like Maxwell still had the energy to continue. That could only an one thing: Addison might have successfully controlled the amount of vitality she drew from him. Or perhaps the obsidian black wolf within her was already nearly full and no longer demanding as much from Maxwell.
She glanced up at him and studied his face. Unlike Zion, he wasn’t deathly pale. Though he was still panting, sweat clinging to his skin, and looking slightly worn out, there was a clear spark of energy in his eyes.
His earlier exhausted expression may have simply been due to the overwhelming pleasure he had just experienced, sothing entirely new to him.
At the sa ti, after experiencing the bliss of mating for the first ti, Maxwell felt an insatiable desire for Addison; he wanted to take her again and again until he was completely spent.
But instead of giving in to that instinct, he held back. What mattered most to him was Addison’s feelings. She had just mated with all three of them, and she was still recovering, having only recently regained her wolf.
He remained deeply concerned for her well-being, especially since the changes happening within her body were still uncertain and not fully understood.
Addison bit her lip. Of course, hearing those words made her insides flutter; she wanted it too. In fact, she felt like she could go until morning. But a part of her hesitated. She was afraid it might take a toll on Maxwell’s health.
And more than that, the mont Maxwell said it, she felt the thing inside her stir, perking up with excitent. Maybe it was because she was now brimming with power that she could sense it more clearly. But that only confird her fear: even if she already felt satisfied, the creature inside her remained greedy, ready to take more if Maxwell offered it.
And that was sothing she didn’t want. She didn’t know what would happen if it continued siphoning vitality from her mates. Would it harm them in the long run? Could vitality even be replenished like stamina, or was it sothing far more finite? Could it even shorten their lives? That uncertainty haunted her.
Seeing how worried she was, Maxwell simply pulled her into a gentle embrace."Alright, no more mating... I’m already happy we got to share that mont," he said softly, his voice warm and coaxing. "Let’s just rest for now, hmm?"
He took the chance to hold her tighter, savoring the closeness while he still could. After all, co tomorrow, he didn’t know if he’d get another mont like this with Addison.
But then, Maxwell felt the sticky sheen of sweat clinging to his skin. As he brushed back Addison’s damp hair, he frowned. There was no way they could sleep comfortably like this. Without a word, he abruptly sat up and glanced around the room. Zion and Levi were still out cold. He stood and headed straight for the bathroom, not even bothering to put on clothes.
Addison watched him go, knowing exactly what he was thinking. She couldn’t help but admire his form, tall, lean, and muscular, but not in a bulky or intimidating way. His physique was sculpted, striking, and undeniably masculine. He looked divine. Sexy. The kind of beauty that made her breath hitch and stirred a deep, primal yearning inside her.
This ti, it wasn’t the creature within her reacting; it was purely the pull of the mate bond.
’Damn it. Resisting this mate bond is harder than I thought,’ Addison mused, quickly averting her gaze.
Soon, she heard the rush of water from the bathroom, and not long after, Maxwell erged again. Without a word, he walked over to her and leaned in, scooping her up in his arms with such gentle care, as though he feared she might break.
"Let’s take a bath first—so we can sleep better," Maxwell said gently as he walked briskly toward the bathroom. Even as he moved quickly, he made sure Addison remained secure and comfortable in his arms.
For the first ti, it truly sank in: Addison was his mate.
Holding her like this, being this close, sharing the kind of quiet intimacy only mates were ant to share, it filled Maxwell’s heart to the brim with joy. A warmth he couldn’t quite put into words spread through him, grounding and electrifying all at once.
Still, he kept his expression composed, trying not to let the wave of emotion show. Well... except for the slight, persistent twitch tugging at the corner of his lips.
Addison found Maxwell surprisingly amusing like this. She nestled her head against his strong chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his quickening heartbeat. Without a word, he gently carried her into the bathtub and settled her onto his lap. She didn’t even get the chance to protest before Maxwell began bathing her in earnest.
He looked entirely focused, as if his only intention was to help her wash up. Not wanting to make things awkward for either of them, Addison bit her tongue and remained quiet, watching him carefully.
Maxwell reached for the sponge, added a bit of body wash, and then began gently scrubbing her arms, his expression calm and serious. After her arms, he moved to her back, her neck, her thighs... each motion deliberate, each touch respectful. He showed no hesitation, no teasing, no signs of discomfort—as if this kind of care between them was completely natural.
Maybe he was simply focused on the task, or maybe he truly saw nothing odd about it.
But for Addison, the mont was both deeply embarrassing and incredibly intimate. Sohow, it felt even more intimate than mating. This quiet, tender act, being washed so carefully in his arms, touched a part of her that physical passion alone never could.
After gently scrubbing her body, Maxwell pumped a few drops of floral shampoo into his hands and carefully lathered it into Addison’s hair. His fingers massaged her scalp in slow, soothing circles, and once he was done, he rinsed her hair thoroughly. Only after making sure she was fully relaxed in the warm bath did he finally tend to himself.
While Addison rested quietly, Maxwell took the chance to quickly wash up. Once finished, he stepped out of the bathroom, walked over to the bed, and, without hesitation, kicked Levi off.
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