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Tristan's POVThe only time I had ever seen it was when it was flaccid, and that was by accident. So, I'm not going to lie, but I'm a bit scared to see this sucker hard.My heart races wildly, and my chest rapidly rises and falls. I am breathing so fast I feel a little light-headed. He slowly slides his boxer briefs down his thick thighs, his thumbs hooked into the elastic as he lifts the waistband over the head of his cock. My breath catches in my throat the moment the tip is revealed, and slowly, the swollen, heavy head comes into view.I watch in shock and utter amazement as he fully reveals himself. I gulp hard at the sheer, imposing size of it, and my cheeks instantly clench in panic. How in the world is that ever going to fit inside me?His boxer briefs hit the floor, and I can barely draw air into my lungs as I stare at his erect length. It is incredibly hard, red, and heavily veined. The narrow slit at the top glistens with thick beads of pre-cum, and I am practically drooling
Tristan's POVMy clothes are long gone, leaving a trail of what’s left of them from the back door, up the stairs, and into the room. I managed to relieve him of the dreadful thing hiding his muscular chest from me, also known as his shirt, and his shoes were discarded, one near the back door and the other at the bottom of the stairs.I cling to Walker. My arms wrap around his neck tightly, one hand gripping the back of his head, and the other his neck. His massive form is too wide for my short legs to connect my ankles around him, so my muscles work overtime, clinging to him like a koala as he moves us onto the bed. He slowly lowers me to the mattress, and the weight of his body presses down against me.I marvel at the sensation. Feeling the weight of this massive, strong man pressing down against me is a feeling I didn't know I needed. It's more than soothing; it grounds me, filling a deep need in my soul. If just feeling the weight of his body pressing down against me feels this inc
Tristan's POVI hear Walker knock on the door, but I refuse to answer. Seconds later, I hear the door open, and he enters my apartment, but I ignore him and continue aggressively stuffing clothes into my bag. I force myself to be quiet, only allowing silent tears to fall. I'll be damned if I'm going to let him hear me cry!His heavy steps stop at the entrance to my bedroom. He stands there in silence for a moment before he speaks.“Is this what you do? Is this your little routine?” Walker asks, his voice harsh, a cold, sarcastic tone that's like a blow to the gut. “The second things get tough, you just pack a bag and bolt like a coward? Do you always run away like a damn child when life gets a little too difficult for you?”“Fuck you!” I scream as I spin around. I fight the urge to smack the angry glare off his face. My sudden rage is so strong that his head jerks back, as if the force of my words struck him.Shock flashes across his face, but I am only getting started. Am I a childis
Tristan's POV I slowly wake to something tickling my face. My face scrunches as I move away from the tickling, but it follows me. I feel lips against my nose as the tickly sensation continues, trailing the side of my face.I open my eyes, and my heart flutters when I see Walker’s face hovering in front of mine. A soft, tender smile rests on his lips as his brown eyes sweep adoringly over my face. He is kneeling next to the bed, his fingertips lightly tracing the curve of my jawline. “Hi, sleepy head,” Walker says softly, causing me to blush and my heart to flutter.He narrows his eyes as he looks into mine, and concern spreads across his face. “Were you crying?” he asks, gently touching the skin beside my eyes. For a brief moment, I'm confused. But then a wave of memories of the ice cream parlor and Chase's toxic words rushes back to me. The knot in my stomach tightens instantly, reminding me why I’m asleep in his bed in the first place.When I first drove home, my mind was spinnin
Tristan's POV I drum my fingers restlessly against the wooden kitchen counter, trying to think of something to do. I feel antsy, I want to get out and do something, but I have nothing to do.Two weeks have passed since the night Walker turned me. My body is healed now, and the memory of that excruciating shift is no longer close to the surface. The pain feels like a distant memory.There is no work for the next two weeks. The section of the subdivision we were working on is complete, and now the other crew is breaking ground on the south end. Normally, we would have been able to move right into the new section, but that crew is running behind.This is the vacation time everyone has been looking forward to, so everyone is gone. Jason is three hours away visiting a friend who moved away. Ryan and Alex took Jamie to Six Flags, and the love of my life is in a meeting until noon. It wouldn't be so bad if he were coming home after that, but he has to go to the job site for a “hands-on meeti
Tristan's POV It’s so strange to know that I'm no longer human. It is even stranger to have a presence in my head every moment I'm awake. I wonder if this is what crazy people who talk to themselves feel like. Perhaps they are not crazy after all and just have a wolf in their head…Walker told me I would be able to feel Kai’s emotions, but I'm having a hard time doing that. All I feel is what I feel. Or maybe that's because Kai feels the same, so there's no difference in our feelings. I don't know. I'm not sure how this works, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't intrigued. Walker's thumb caresses my hand as he leads me down the stairs. The way he's so attentive and loving has my heart swelling. ‘He loves us,’ Kai says softly in my mind. I smile and look up at Walker. “How do I talk to my wolf without saying the words out loud?” Before Walker can reply, someone walks past us, and my head instantly whips around to track him. My eyebrows knit together as my nose flares… “I can sm







