All Chapters of Breath Without Me: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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 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 incr

Tristan's POV Walker stares at me intently. He holds my gaze with such intensity that I gulp, barely noticing that he lifted my right leg and placed it over his shoulder. I only realize that my ankle is hiked up over his shoulder when I feel his hand gliding down the underside of my thigh, just before it reaches my ass. But I still can’t pull my eyes away from his gaze; his eyes hold me captive. His chest slowly, but dramatically, rises and falls — like a beast taking slow and calculated breaths. I can feel his excitement, and I can feel how much he is holding back. I look into his eyes, which rapidly change between his and Onyx's, as his fingers slide between my cheeks and glide through my juices. His finger presses against my entrance, and as I suck a breath in, his chin slightly rises as if he were hanging on to my every reaction. His finger slowly circles my entrance before pressing down against it again. His eyes twinkle with delight when a moan slips past my lips. It does

Walker's POV Tristan giggles as I hold him in the back door, caught in that playful area where he is neither inside nor outside the house. I have him pulled close, his legs wrapped around me as he's pressed against the frame. I grind my hard, throbbing length against my Omega's ass while assaulting his neck.“Look what you do to me,” I rasp lustfully against his neck, squeezing his ass while grinding against it, making sure he feels what he does to me, because Goddess, he drives me fucking wild! He may be insatiable for me, but I'm just as insatiable for him, maybe more. I can't keep my hands off him. I can't pull my eyes away; the need to drink in every inch of him is too strong to deny. I need him like I need air to breathe, and food and water to stay alive. This sweet Omega will be the end of me, but he'll also be my salvation.“Please let me carry you back to bed,” I shamelessly beg, because when it comes to Tristan, there is no shame in begging him. I'd happily drop to my knees a

Walker's POV I don't care who sees me as I race across town. I’m seething, my chest burning with determination to find my boy.“Walker, slow down! We don't know if they're involved!” Ryan yells through the link, and I growl.“You're right, I don't know if they're involved, but I know that little shit likes Tristan, and he would love nothing more than to hurt me. What better way than to steal my Luna? I'm going to rip him apart with my bare hands!”I growl and push Onyx to move faster. The dirt kicks out under his paws, his claws digging into the ground before leaping over a fallen tree.I feel the moment I leave my territory. I felt the familiar pull of my territory as if it were trying to pull me back to it, calling me home. And as I enter York's territory, I feel the resistance as if it were trying to push me out, but I don't hesitate, not even for a second. I know it is only a matter of time before York’s men spot me and try to stop me from reaching their packhouse. I’d like to see