Unacquainted with being prey, Tristan distinctly got the feeling she was about to make him hers. He struggled to lie still, letting her take the lead. Yet as her slippery flesh rubbed his, he just about snapped. “Kalli,” he groaned. “You’re killin’ me.” Seeking out her brazenly exposed breasts, he captured a taut rosy peak in his mouth. Feasting on her like a starving man, he switched to the other side, alternating his affections.
Kalli reached between his legs, closing her hand around his swollen shaft. Aching with need, she could feel her own sheath contracting in anticipation of him. Fisting his sex up and down, she rubbed the tip of him through her throbbing folds.
“Fuck, yeah.” Tristan pushed his hips upward as she cuffed his sex with her fingers.
Slipping the head of his shaft slowly through her lips, he pressed at her pulsating core. She stilled a moment to catch his gaze before fully impaling herself on his cock.
“Tristan!” Kalli sucked a sharp breath as the walls of her sex expanded to accommodate him. Holding onto the sides of the tub, her head fell backwards in ecstasy.
“Yes, baby!” Tristan hissed. “Ride me. Ride me, hard.” Pumping up into her, he held her waist. Goddess, she was so fucking perfect. Watching her rise up and down, milking him, he thought he’d pass out.
Pressing down to meet his every thrust, Kalli writhed against him while digging her fingertips into his shoulders. She could feel her clit rub against his pelvis, hurling her toward orgasm. As he let go of her waist, she felt his hand reach around to her bottom. She sucked a breath at the sweet sensation of his fingertips descending down the crease of her ass. His unexpected touch only served to fuel her as she increased the pace of the rhythm.
Tristan grunted as his hard muscled flesh penetrated her tight depths. As her hot core clamped down on him, he fought back his release. From the sound of her panting, he knew she was on the edge, readying to come. Brushing his forefinger against her bottom, he circled the tight flesh, envisioning taking her there someday.
“Oh God, please, yes, do it,” she encouraged at the feel of him.
“Oh yeah, let me in, Kalli. Take all of me, amour.” While teasing her rosebud from behind, he leaned toward her breast. Taking a wet, shimmering bud into his mouth, he gently tugged at her tight nipple with his teeth.
Overwhelming sensations seized her body, catapulting her into an orgasm like she’d never known. Water sloshed out and over the side of the tub as she convulsed in pleasure, screaming his name.
“Goddess, yeah!” Tristan roared, as the hottest, longest climax of his life ripped through him. As his seed pumped deep within her womb, he fought the urge to mark her. He knew in that moment that he’d eventually have to give in to the internal struggle to claim her as his own; his mate. It was hard for him to fathom, but his wolf demanded it.
Recovering from her release, Kalli gently lifted off him, and laid back into his arms. Her heart raced as she contemplated the scenarios of how things would play out in the long-term. Like no other man or wolf she’d experienced, Tristan swept her up in a tornado of lust and emotion. She wished that was all she felt for the man holding onto her tightly. The more he told her she was his, the more she was starting to believe him. Scared of her own feelings which grew deeper by the hour, she found all that she could do in that moment was to hold him back. She reasoned that if things continued, she might never let him go.
Chapter Seventeen
Making love in the morning was exceedingly satisfying, Tristan thought to himself. It had been the first time he’d spent the night at his own home with a woman, and he certainly could get used to having Kalli live with him. Watching her make breakfast, this time only in the apron, proved to be yet another perk. Determined to get started on an antidote, Kalli asked to use his laptop, and he’d set her up in his office to do her research. While she worked, Tristan chose to conduct his business outside, having to follow-up with the clients from last night’s gala. Sitting on his balcony, he relaxed; catching some sun felt good. Winter would be coming soon, and the cool breeze wouldn’t feel quite as delightful.
The only thing troubling him was the bittersweet need he’d felt to mark her after making love. The gnawing urge threatened to grow into a compulsion, and he wasn’t sure how to contain it. He’d been so content all these years as a lone wolf. The need to mate was simply a myth as far as he was concerned. How one wolf could give up his freedom to commit to an eternal lifetime with another was beyond comprehension. Until last night, he’d only heard stories about the unnatural craving that afflicted both the man and wolf.
He prayed it wasn’t happening; denial was such a pleasant place until his wolf clawed his way back into his psyche, demanding to be fed. Unlike the man, the wolf cared not of a human male’s desire for freedom. He had all the freedom he ever needed within the sanctuary of the pack. The mate completed his being, needing her like a fish needed water to survive. There was no deep thought about whether or not he should claim her; rather, he accepted the mating as easily as he accepted his need to feed.
Tristan contemplated how he really felt. At one time, he’d asked Sydney to move in with him, made love to her whenever possible. But he hadn’t ever considered marking her; claiming her or mating her. The thought never even entered his head, no matter how good the sex was. Yet with Kalli, not only had he thought about it, he’d actively restrained himself from biting her; marking her as his for all others to see. He feared the need was growing stronger, and was unsure of how many more times he could make love to her without doing it. Logically, there was no solution to the enigma except to acknowledge that perhaps he’d found his mate. He reasoned the best he could do was hold on tight for the ride, because he knew for certain that he wasn’t getting off the train.
As his thoughts drifted to business, he couldn’t curb how jacked up he was in anticipation of tonight’s summit. If Jax Chandler was in any way responsible for Paul or Toby’s death, he was primed and ready to kill. Revenge was not something Tristan took lightly. People had families. Death always brought consequences to both the executioner and the prisoner. Unfortunately as Alpha, he’d been forced to mete out justice more times than he’d like to count, but that was the burden and responsibility of his position. The scars on his bloodstained soul spoke of the heavy price an Alpha paid in return for the safety of his pack.
Tristan heard the sliding doors open and caught a glimpse of Logan making himself a cup of coffee. He could have sworn he heard laughing before Logan poked his nose around the glass doors.
“Hey George, how’s it goin’?”
“What?”
“George Hamilton, you know. Tan man. I’d ask you to put some clothes on but that’s like asking a shark to become a vegetarian,” he joked, noticing Tristan was sprawled out on the lounger wearing nothing but his boxers.
“The boys have to breathe. Besides, when you’ve got it and whatnot,” he laughed. “Goddess, isn’t this weather great? I love September.”
“Glad to see you’re in a good mood today considering we’re about to go kick some ass tonight.”
“All part of the job my dear Watson. And I must say that it’s about fucking time.” Tristan adjusted his sunglasses. “Everyone ready to roll?”
“Yeah, Simeon and Declan are coming with us. They’re good to go. Kalli, coming with?”