Semua Bab Breath Without Me: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Tristan's POV His fur surprises me. Beneath my trembling hands, it is incredibly soft, like dense velvet. But what surprises me even more is his scent. The massive beast carries the same rich, intoxicatingly masculine scent that Walker always does, except on the wolf, it's stronger and more concentrated.The large wolf nuzzles deep into my side, his massive chest vibrating against me. The sound he makes is low, a rumbling similar to a growl, but somehow different. It doesn't sound threatening or scary. Surprisingly, the steady vibration is relaxing.I take another breath, summoning my courage, and take another risk. Slowly, I reach out my hand, my fingers brushing against the dark fur of his face.The wolf freezes instantly under my touch. His golden eyes widen for a second. Then, his heavy eyelids flutter closed, and he lets out a soft huff, leaning his massive weight forward to nuzzle against my hand.A small smile spreads across my lips at this bizarre interaction. This wolf is as

Tristan's POV "When I bite you, it's going to hurt like a bitch," he starts, his fingers caressing the spot where he said he'll bite me. "The bite itself isn't what turns you. It's the fluid in the venom sacs around my canines. I have to bite deep to inject it."I swallow hard, looking at his mouth, I wonder how big his canines will be. "They say it feels like pouring acid straight into your veins," Walker continues, his eyes leaving my neck and meeting mine. "Emptying the sacs takes about fifteen to twenty seconds, but it's going to feel like an eternity when it feels like your veins are on fire. If the pain doesn't knock you out, the venom will.”I swallowed hard again. After seeing him shift so effortlessly, I didn't think it would be that bad. But it's beginning to sound awful the more he talks.“And then what?”"While you're asleep, the venom works through your body to create your wolf. Once your wolf wakes up and gains consciousness in your mind, he begins mapping out your bod

Walker's POVI've done some incredibly difficult things in my life, but nothing compares to this. It is so hard not to stop when I feel him fighting against me, his small body thrashing in agony and fear. Even my wolf, usually so ruthless, claws at the back of my mind, tempting me to pull away.I hate how much pain my boy is in. I hate it even more that I am the cause of it. But I know I have to do this. I have to, or he will die. That brutal truth is the only thing preventing me from stopping.It feels like it takes an eternity to empty the fluid from my venom sacks. The fluid is thick, creating pressure behind my fangs as it forces its way out, refusing to move fast.When he falls silent in my arms, my heart stops, and for a moment, I thought I had killed him. But then I hear the steady beat of his heart, and I realize it was just the venom doing its work, making him go to sleep so it can create his wolf.My heart clenches when I finally pull back and look down at him. His face is so

Walker's POV I step into the warm spray of the shower with Tristan cradled securely in my arms. I gently rinse the drying blood from his skin before stepping into the bathtub. Pulling him with me into the deep water, I sit and carefully settle him between my legs. His back rests against my chest, his head against my shoulder.I lather a soft washcloth. I am hyper-aware of how fragile he still is, so I work with care. I press a tender kiss to his shoulder before running the soapy cloth over his chest. My hand dips into the water and glides the washcloth down his ribs and over his stomach. I'm careful not to shift his upper body too much as I lift each of his legs, washing away the last remnants of the bloody ordeal. I slide him slightly to the right side of my chest so I can reach his left leg. His head lolls back against my shoulder, his chin tilting up. His nose brushes against the sensitive skin of my neck. With every slow exhale, his warm breath fans across my neck. I close my eye

Tristan's POV My face twitches at a light, feathery touch tickling my skin. My nose wrinkles, and my eyebrows knit together when the sensation turns slightly rougher, brushing across my cheek. I open my mouth, ready to complain about being woken up, but then the fog of sleep clears. All I can smell is Walker, and I can feel those magical little tingles everywhere our skin touches. His lips pressed against my face next to my eyes, and his beard tickled my cheek. My heart swells tightly in my chest, realizing he is waking me by peppering kisses on my face. His hands roam lazily over my body, touching, feeling, and caressing me. My stomach flutters with the realization that he loves me so much that he cannot get enough of me. I never thought it was possible for someone to love me like this. My eyes flutter open to find Walker's face directly in front of mine. I hear his heart skip when our eyes meet. It surprises me that I can hear the beat of his heart without pressing my ea