Tristan grips my sides, pulling me close to him as we snuggle. His hands gently running through my hair as we both catch our breathe. "How does next week sound?" Tristan breaks the silence, "For?" I smile, knowing where he is going with this. "I don't want to wait, I want to tie you to me in every way, human, wolf and everything else this world has" he chuckles against my hair, before kissing my head. "Sounds perfect to me" I smile, finally letting my body feel that sense of relief that losing Nathanial didn't break him. The dull pain throbs in my chest as his name crosses my mind. My heart will always have scars in losing him, his smile instantly crossing my mind as I find myself sending a message to the moon goddess; 'Please love him until we meet again' knowing she hears me and will do exactly that. "If you could choose any place in the world you'd want to see, where would it be?" "New Zealand" I answer without thinking. Every picture I have seen has always been filled with green
Armina's perspective: My body aches, but his words send fire over my skin, needing to experience whatever his mind had planned in that moment. We basically run back, neither of us wanting to wait even a minute longer. I'm basically praying no one is awake yet, that we don't have to wait. Luckily luck is one our side, we manage to sneak in like teenagers, anticipation almost torture as Tristan locks his door; her eyes blazing orange as he turns to me. "Want to try those toys we ordered?" He smirks, shit. I'd almost forgotten about that. We'd all picked them out, one of the few nights we all got to spend together. I nod, nervous. "Strip" he growls, I don't hesitate, taking the dress off instantly. He watches me closely, his eyes moving across my skin hungrily. "Don't move" he orders. When he returns, his holding the few ties he owns. "Lay down on the bed" his alpha voice has me clenchin
Tristan's perspective: I can't help but watch her as her breathing slows, sleep taking his over as she snuggles into my chest. The feeling of her skin on mine offering the comfort I didn't even realise I've needed this whole time. She is truly amazing. The image of her head thrown back, screaming my name having my manhood somehow growing again. I can never get enough of this woman. Not wanting to disturb her, I gently lift her head from my shoulder, replacing it gently with a pillow. As I stand I find myself watching my mate. The redness on her hips from our passion, the swollen lips. She looks like she's straight out of a history book, a true goddess reborn. Her blonde wavy hair frames her face, she looks so peaceful. I smile, she's mine. She's actually mine. If I've somehow been blessed with her as my mate, then clearly I've done something right in this life. Knowing I won't be able to sleep after my earlier nig
Armina's perspective: His tongue is relentless, claiming every part of my mouth. As he pulls back, I see the same need and passion I feel reflected back at me. "This mouth" he smiles, his fingers gently pulling on my bottom lip. His finger gently entering my mouth. I tease him, sucking on his finger hard, before gently nibbling on him. His eyes blaze, watching me closely as he moves it in and out of my mouth. I keep my eyes on his, feeling powerful as I see his control slip. "Now you going to be a good girl?" he whispers, "Yes" I whisper around his finger. He smirks, the smirk that has made my knees weak since the moment I laid eyes on him. "I want to fuck this perfect mouth" he whispers; his mouth moving to my ear as he nibbles on my lobe, "I want it" I moan under his touch, craving the taste of his pleasure. "If it gets too much, you tell me" he whispers, his tongue moving along my ear. I nod, lost. I want it. I
Armina perspective: We sleep for a while, I feel Tristan move in his sleep, my eyes opening as I see the frown on his features. "Nathanial, NO!" He suddenly yells. Fuck. His having a nightmare. "Tristan, hey wake up" I try gently, shaking his arm. "NATHANIAL!" He screams louder. "Tristan!" I shake him harder. "Armina, no please, stay back" his body jerks, like his fighting someone in his sleep. "TRISTAN WAKE UP!" I yell, losing all gentleness. His eyes shoot open, recognition coming into affect as he looks around the cave. "Armina?" His voice is horse, gently sitting up as he rubs his eyes. "It was a dream Tristan" I reassure him, rubbing his back gently. His body moves quickly, his mouth smashing against mine. His tongue pushing into my mouth as I feel his desire coursing through him, into me. His hands move down my body, gently squeezing my hips as he pulls my roughly onto his lap. The daze of sleep forgotton as his mouth moves down, taking my nipple into his mouth as his hands
Tristan's perspective: When I woke up from that dream, the small amount of sleep I had managed to get I was ashamed. I had been so busy lost in my self, my failure, I didn't realise how bad I was messing everything up. Feeling how easily Armima forgives me, the way her body comes alive under my touch I feel beyond grateful for this incredible human being. "Don't ever leave me" the words escape, my thoughts deciding they needed to be heard. I watch her eyes go wide, the sadness and grief matching my own as she pulls my head into her neck, her hands in my hair. "I will never leave you" her voice cracking. "I plan on spending many decades right here where I belong" I promise feeling his chest heaves as he cries softly against me. I hold onto my man. The man who has tried for too long to be strong for everyone else. Letting his own pain and suffering come last to everyone else. "I'm here Tristan, I'm always going to be here" I whisper, letting him let out his pain. "I love you Trista