The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 283

Chapter 283: Chapter 283 The Naughty Maxwell

Addison, however, still felt her cheeks warm. She pursed her lips and lowered her head as she quietly focused on her food. Watching her, Maxwell’s gaze softened.

When a strand of her hair slipped forward, nearly brushing her plate, he reached over to tuck it gently behind her ear. His fingers brushed against the delicate curve of her ear, and the accidental touch sent a shiver through Addison. Her ears, after all, were one of her most sensitive weak spots.

Seeing her tremble like that, her lashes fluttering beneath his touch, Maxwell felt the spark rush through him. Just that small reaction from his mate was enough to stir his desire, making his thoughts burn hotter.

Lately, he couldn’t seem to stop thinking about Addison, his mind constantly drifting toward lewd things, filled with images he couldn’t shake. The more he tried to resist, the stronger the pull became.

But he wasn’t the only one. Levi and Zion felt the same way, even if they hid it better, keeping their faces composed, their actions restrained. If not for the mission they had in the West, none of them would have been willing to let Addison out of their bed.

That very thought sparked mischief in Maxwell’s mind. Casually, he stretched out his long legs and brushed his foot against Addison’s ankle. At first, she flinched at the touch, dismissing it as an accident; Maxwell did have long legs, after all.

But when the faint rub came again, lingering just like the stunt he had pulled back in the Royal Palace during the conference, Addison’s suspicion flared, heat rushing to her cheeks.

Addison swallowed the bite of food in her mouth and glanced up, only to find Maxwell calmly eating as if nothing unusual was happening. His expression was composed, graceful even, but beneath the table, his mischief continued.

She subtly shifted her position to escape his teasing foot, and sneaked a quick look under the table. But Maxwell wasn’t about to let her slip away. His long leg stretched out again, hooking around her ankle and gently pulling her back into place.

Before she could react, his hand slid beneath the table and found her thigh. Sitting on her right side, Maxwell moved so naturally that no one would suspect a thing, his left hand resting possessively on her thigh while his right continued to lift his fork with practiced ease.

But unlike before, Maxwell was far bolder now. His hand slid higher, his fingers squeezing gently at her thigh until Addison nearly let out a squeak.

He didn’t stop there. His touch crept upward, deliberate and teasing, like the slow crawl of a spider’s legs, each movement bringing him closer to the place that made her tremble.

Inside, Addison was torn—half of her wanted to push his hand away, yet the other half ached for him to continue. The mix of thrill and pleasure fogged her mind until she bit down on her lip, desperate to hold back a sound.

Then his finger brushed against her clit, and the jolt that shot through her made her breath hitch sharply. Heat pooled at her core, wetness already gathering, and panic flared as well, because what if someone at the table caught the faintest whiff of her arousal?

Addison shot Maxwell a sharp glare, but he didn’t even glance her way, too absorbed in his meal, or at least pretending to be. Levi, however, seemed to notice her unease. Leaning closer, he asked gently, "What’s wrong, Addie? Is the food not to your liking?"

He suspected nothing of what was happening beneath the table, where Maxwell’s fingers teased her mercilessly, rubbing against the sensitive spot of her clit with deliberate precision.

Levi, however, turned his gaze toward Maxwell with a raised brow. He might not have realized it at first, but sitting beside Addison gave him just enough to catch on, a faint trace of her arousal halfway through breakfast.

That alone was enough for him to piece together what Maxwell had been doing and why Addison behaved so strangely. Still, Levi chose not to intervene; Addison could barely handle one of them, let alone both.

Feeling the weight of Levi’s stare, Maxwell met his eyes with a smirk. Slowly, he lifted the very fingers that had tormented Addison beneath the table, bringing them close to his nose.

He inhaled deeply, his gaze gleaming with dangerous possessiveness, before slipping his fingers past his lips. The moment her taste hit his tongue, his pupils dilated, and a sharp twitch stirred in his cock, as if he had just swallowed something intoxicating.

Suddenly, Maxwell pushed back his chair, the sharp scrape of wood against the floor cutting through the room and silencing everyone. Without a word, he strode off, leaving the others stunned. In their surprise, no one noticed the telltale bulge straining against his pants.

Levi, however, caught it and felt the urge to follow. Instead, he offered the room a reassuring smile to smooth over the awkwardness. "Sorry about that," he said lightly. "Alpha Maxwell must’ve gotten an upset stomach from eating too much."

His explanation only deepened the confusion. Everyone knew Maxwell hadn’t eaten that much, but Levi’s sly tone carried another meaning entirely. The "eating too much" he referred to wasn’t food at all—it was Addison.