Tryst Novels & Stories

All except Yosef, who lingers in the doorway like he can’t make himself look away. “You too,” Tristan says. Quieter. Almost gentle. Yosef’s eyes flit to mine. In them, I see longing, rage, hurt, and understanding. He knows what this is. A goodbye fuck. A claiming before abandonment. I know Tristan will leave. I feel it. Then Yosef’s gone. The door bangs shut. And Tristan fucking destroys me. I cry, scream, and cum. I’m spent. My words slur. I surrender to his power.

he whispers out his breath fanning my face I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out, I'm lost in his eyes, I take in his face and his lips are calling to me, I bite mine involuntarily. "You're driving me crazy Red" he breathes out looking into my eyes "and I know you're scared, what you're scared of is what I can't fathom but guess what? I'm scared too Red" he says making me look at him in shock,the all mighty Tristan, aka New York's most eligible bachelor and Playboy is scared

he says with a cocky chuckle. Suppressing the urge to roll my eyes, I stare at him in disbelief. "Have you ever heard of the phrase mixing business and pleasure? And that it's bad?" Those full lips quirk up in a smile. "It's all pleasure to me." I swallow nervously at the way he is looking at me. You're seeing things. Tristan is a renowned flirt. He's just a friend. "So are you interested or not?" he says it so suggestively and my cheeks warm.

The question seemed to break his resolve and with speed born of the youngest Alpha in history, Tristan jumped up from the bed, stripped off the remainder of his clothing and crawled onto the mattress, spreading my legs wider with his hands he seemed almost predatory as he settled where he needed to be. There was a moment, just for a second, before he entered me when he paused, his eyes fixed on mine, searching, for what I wasn't sure. Then with a whisper of love he positioned himself and sank deep, taking my breath away, he paused his eyes closed his expression one of unadulterated pleasure, bliss.

When Trist let go of Ynaria's leg, he had a chance to stand up and try to run away, but unfortunately Trist suddenly grabbed Ynaria's hair because the girl cried for it. "Trist, I'm hurt!" Ynaria sighed. "Can you just leave us alone." Please say so. Trist tightened his grip on Ynaria's hair because of the girl's scream. Trist squeezed Ynaria's stomach and leaned it against his chest. "I won't do the thing you want. As long as I don't own you!" Trist whispered in Ynaria's ear then kissed the girl's neck.

"Not jealous enough to pull her away from me when I want to talk to her? Hahaha, yeah, yeah, yeah, you're not jealous of Atreo. You're just showing that Lyra is yours and you don't want me to go near her. I understand. This fridge has fallen in love again. He even didn't come to the meeting." Caiden and Altair, and Arion frowning. “Lyra? You mean that model?" asked one of them. Tristan nodded his head. "Who else if not that plump girl." Dominic immediately glared at hearing Tristan calling Lyra like that. Tristan chuckled again. "Hey, hey, calm down, Dude. If you wanted to have her, then I won't look into trouble with you. I know it's hard for you to fall in love. It's rare to see you feelin

He turned his head slightly, and for a moment his eyes met mine. Something unspoken passed between us — not affection, not anger, but something terrifyingly close to unity. A shared enemy. A shared war. Elias sniffled and buried himself deeper into me, and that finally seemed to snap Tristan out of his stillness. He pushed off the door and walked toward us with deliberate calmness, every step steady, measured. “Is he gone?” Elias whispered, peeking out just a little. Tristan crouched down to his level, lowering himself until his eyes were gentle and soft. “Yes. He’s not coming inside again.”

he finally said moving even faster, driving her to the edge of her pleasure peak . Sounded crazy and random to her but she managed to whisper a “ yes ” before her screams of pleasure overcame her and she found herself calling his name at the top of her voice causing him to move even faster to give her ultimate pleasure. When they were done they laid back panting trying to catch their breaths . Tristan punched the wall , muttering “ shit ” he was currently in the balcony of his bedroom sipping scotch enjoying the night breeze . He felt completely frustrated everything was going according to plan the wedding just being a day away .

Cruel, merciless, brutal to the very core, and yet concerned for me. “I wanted to surrender to you, to give myself to you like that. You already own every other part of me.” His brows pulled together even further. He traced my face with his finger. “I don’t enjoy hurting you unless it heightens your pleasure.” I tilted my head. “You sound surprised.” “I enjoy hurting people, but not you, never you.” I fell silent, wondering what it meant. Tristan pushed up and reached over me and into the drawer of his nightstand. He pulled out a small parcel then set it down between us.

"Okey, If you want something else, you can order it. I'll get the coat for you." As soon as Tristan left the cafe, Sally turned her unfriendly looked at Crista, Making her a little uncomfortable. "I don't know who you are, but please stay away from Tristan. He is my fiancee. I don't want him to have contact with any other woman besides me." Sally came straight to the point. "He might have other woman in the past, you will be the last one. Tristan is a soft-hearted person. He can't refuse anyone if they pretend to be helpless in front of him. So, don't try to fool him."