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His thrusts are hard, and every time our bodies crash together, we let out twin groans. They get louder and louder as we each build toward our climax, and when Trystan stills inside me and grinds his hips against mine, I let out a broken sob as pleasure washes through me. He pulses inside me several times, and as we start to come down from the high, my fingernails gently scratch the back of his neck, sliding through his short hair.
He kisses me, his tongue probing and exploring—a deep, long kiss. When we finally break apart, our gazes lock for a moment, and I see so much in his expression that it nearly overwhelms me.
I glance down the hallway toward the bedroom door, which is mere feet away. “We were close.”
A laugh bursts from Trystan’s lips, and when I look back at him, his eyes are dancing with amusement. “Yeah, we were. I’m not sorry we didn’t make it though.”
I squeeze around him, making him groan. “Me neither.”
He kisses me soundly one more time, then pulls me away from the wall, holding me against him with a firm grip. “Come on, sweetheart.”
Still chuckling, he carries me the rest of the way down the corridor, nudging the door closed with his foot before depositing me on the bed. He pulls out of me but makes no move to let me go, lying down on the mattress beside me and gathering me into his embrace.
Good.
I’m not ready to let go of him either yet.
In fact, I don’t think I ever will be.
19
Trystan
My heart is still thudding hard several moments later, as I stare at the ceiling and wonder why I feel so different.
Sable’s tucked against my side, her naked body pressed against me. I have my arm around her, my fingers stroking every inch of available skin because I’m not ready to stop touching her yet. She feels so small under my arm, but I swear to fuck, she’s the strongest woman I’ve ever met. That’s saying something, considering half the females in my pack could bench press me with one arm.
This woman has been hurt more than most people ever will be in their lives, and despite that, she’s somehow managed to become larger than life. The way she stood up to me in the kitchen, her face hard, her lower lip jutting stubbornly? It moved the fucking earth beneath my feet. She stripped me bare and rolled around in my feelings like a wolf scenting herself. Just thinking about the way she owned me makes me hard again.
I feel fucking complete with her here, having claimed her for my own. Shit, I want to do it again. I can’t think of a person in this world that could be a better fit for me.
But I don’t move. I don’t want this moment to end.
She’s right too, even though I don’t think I’m ready to admit it. All that shit she said about me pushing everyone away, never listening to anybody. I never even consider how many sides there are to a story. My story is all I know. It’s the only truth I have.
My dad’s sort of an asshole. Plus, he fucking sucked at leading the pack and was neglecting his people. They relied on him for fair and balanced leadership, and he was too small-minded and petty to give them that.
But that’s my dad. Malcolm isn’t my dad. He’s worlds fucking different from my father, actually. He and Archer have a relationship I can’t fully understand, because I’ve never been in that position. So until this little spitfire of a girl tossed my own prejudices in my face, I couldn’t see th
at Malcolm and Archer are just different.
Not wrong. Just not me and my asshole of a dad.
“What are you thinking about?” Sable’s voice is low and husky, drifting up from her place on my chest. Her breath fans over my skin, and she’s tracing the muscles in my stomach with her fingertips. She has no idea she’s making me mindless with desire, though one good look down beneath the covers would fix that.
“I’m thinking,” I say, squeezing her against me, “that if you ever want to tell me off again—you should. In fact, you are more than welcome to tear into me until I see the light.”
She giggles, readjusting to look up at me from beneath her wild blonde hair. “I didn’t tear into you.”
I love the way she looks right now, her brilliant blue eyes satisfied, looking like she’s been fucked so thoroughly that she’s ruined for other men. Seeing her like this, so free and open, is the best part of my life right now. The aftermath of having sex with Sable is almost as fun as the act itself.
I curl the fingers of my other hand into her hair, grinning. “Yeah. You did. Like a pup with a T-bone.”
She bursts out laughing and swats at my chest, but I grab her hand before it hits me and tug her up to kiss her. Her lips are swollen from the first round, but she returns the kiss with just as much desire as I feel.
I roll her beneath me, and her thighs open around my waist until my rock hard cock is pressed against the hot apex between her legs. The kiss deepens, and I can’t hold off any longer. I reach between us, dipping my hands into her to see if she’s wet enough for me to sink into her warmth again. She’s still slick with my cum and her own arousal, and the sound she makes as my fingers slide inside her is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.
But before I can angle my hips and push into her heat, Sable breaks the kiss, grabbing my arms and her eyes going wide as saucers. “Do you hear that?”
