Chapter 57
Chapter
Fifty-Seven
Tristan is a bundle of nerves. No shit, I could close my eyes and find her but now I’ve got her in my house and sitting on my bed, I’m not going to waste the time playing hide-n-seek. Instead I watch her intently.
As soon as she finishes putting up her hair, she pulls it down releasing a big huff. “What if they don’t like me?”
I laugh because I’ve not met a person who doesn’t like Tristan. And that’s not what the issue really is, she’s having another one of those moments where she’s questioning everything, and anything.
“Stand up, let me see my ass, killer,” I insist, my voice dropping low.
“No chance.”
“It wasn’t a question,” I snarl back impatiently before I yell over my shoulder, “Maverick!”
“What? What are you doing?” She splutters unsure of what’s going on. And I hate that for her because she’s got confidence for days.
“Seems like you’re fucking out of sorts all of a sudden. So, I’m cashing in one of your favours. Sending you outside to meet my crew like the queen you are.”
“You would not.” Her blue eyes flare in her shock, but there’s a twinkle of growing interest in them too.
Maverick walks in calm as a fucking cucumber, and quiet as a goddamn mouse on the balls of his feet. Got to give it to the cocky bastard, he’s not intimidated by my presence in the slightest but that’s because he’s entirely focused on her. Always has been too. He goes to open his mouth, but I snap at Tristan instead.
“Bullshit!” I jab a finger her way, before realising I probably need to explain my game plan to him. “You up to remind this stubborn Omega of ours how fucking strong and powerful she is with me?”
Maverick laughs. “Of fucking course.” He rips his t-shirt off before climbing out of his training shorts. His hard cock already in his hand.
It takes Tristan no time for her to put it together and for her to respond. Almost instantly she gets little rosy cheeks and her bubble-gum sweetness perfumes the air.
“You need reminding, killer? You want me to fuck your ass while Maverick’s deep inside your pussy? Or are you good to walk outside right this second?”
“King!” She hollers, flinging a pillow my way. “We can’t do that!”
“I can do whatever the fuck I want, killer? What about you? Can you do anything you want or are you questioning yourself again?”
Tristan looks incredible standing in my room, her little temper tantrum fucking perfect. Her eyes narrow. “You have people waiting outside for you!”
“I don’t give a shit if Darth-fucking-Vader is outside asking for my time.” I flick the top of my jeans open, letting her see how ready I am for her. “Does a lot to a man watching his woman get his name on her body.”
“Not once, three times!” she smarts back, rocking back on her foot, but she’s so on board with what I’m suggesting.
“Right?” I smile back at her like a fucking shark. “Undress Tristan, or I’ll rip your fucking clothes off your body because… three times was clearly my limit.”
And she responds even before I finish talking, her clothes get all but torn off and thrown in my face for good measure. I glare at her. “You pushing me today for a reason, killer?”
“Nah.” She laughs, her usual self-returning more and more. She shrugs like she ain’t got a care in the world, fucking little devilish smirk on her face too, “Considering your whole stance on not sharing me with anyone, I just want to draw this time out, make it last.”
The more she forgets what’s waiting for us outside this room, the brattier she becomes. Which is fine by me. I twirl my finger around, expecting a show because her fine ass body looks incredible with my name sign boarded all over it. I get her middle finger in the process because she knows what it’s doing to me. But the little firecracker also knows I’m making sure she’s okay, healing good.
Maverick hasn’t seen her bruises yet and when he does there’s an unmistakable threat that lingers in the air. Instead of talking or questioning her, he moves like a lion on the hunt and he catches her mid spin, pulling her legs from under her. She goes down squealing and laughing before he lays himself down on her and all but ruins her mouth with the same desperation he’s always had for her.
I wasn’t lying about Maverick fucking pretty. Maybe because he’s a fighter and he understands his body more, or it just might be because he knows how to give and take but the things he does makes for viewing pleasure. He’s inventive in the way he touches her, but he’s also got a body made for fucking, and he uses every part of himself in the process.
He kisses her like a man dying, rolling her over and spreading her ass cheeks wide for me. I climb on the bed and am tonguing it before she can take another breath in. Their kisses stop for a second, and then I hear him talking to her.
“You like King’s tongue? What about if he fingers you, getting you nice and ready, wet so he can fuck your ass while you ride me?”
Maverick doesn’t give her a chance before he digs his fingers in her hair and kisses her until her hips are rolling. I add another finger but she’s past the need for any more foreplay, and I’m impatient as fuck. Dipping my finger into her slick, I coat my cock before I lift her ass up. Maverick has his fist around his cock before she even realises she’s in the air, and then she moans softly as I guide her down on him.
I sit back and watch, the way she takes him in her body is a fucking stunning sight. And when she twists around to me, her lips bee-stung, her blue eyes simmering with desire and need, I bend her backwards so I can taste her mouth. The flash of my name over her swaying tits has me nearly fucking feral.
“King, please…” She whimpers against my mouth.
I’ve never been able to deny her much, and I know that’s going to be the way it is for the rest of my days but fuck I love her for the way she matches my need with hers.
I bite down on her lip before sucking it in my mouth as I nudge the tip of my cock in her ass. She feels divine the way she relaxes around the intrusion, but that’s her, so fucking trusting of this connection we have.
Pushing in slowly, I give her the chance to accommodate the both of us inside her, but she was fucking born to do this. Maverick sits up, holding her hip for balance, and she sinks further down on the both of us, whimpering and hissing the whole time. My thumb brushes over her new tattoo on her ass cheek and it’s a signal for him and me to move as one. We find a pace that keeps her right on the edge, her eyes are squeezed shut, her breathing is heavy and loud, and god her scent adds to the moment because it’s as obvious as all her other signals.
“Jesus, Tristan, you’re fucking tight,” I whisper hoarsely in her ear, and she shivers before I have her whining. “You gonna take what we give you now?”
Her eyes pop open before she reaches back down to Maverick and locks her mouth onto his, riding him harder, feeling his orgasm and chasing it. She leaves him groaning and bucking harder before she latches her devil mouth to mine. A fire races up my spine, completely in sync with the waves of pleasure she’s got going on as she rides her peak.
“God, yes,” she thrashes.
Falling forward I pin them both down, holding onto her hips and railing into her with a near desperation. I can feel her pussy fluttering around him, her body bearing down on me, I flood her body with my claim, roaring against the side of her throat.
There’s a couple of moments where I sink down, drowning in the endorphins but also the connection we share. Maverick interrupts the serenity.
“So, that worked better than I thought. Even better, I’m still alive.”
She starts laughing, and it’s a good sound. Like always she has us chuckling along with her.
“Don’t get too fucking excited,” I grumble before I trail a line of bites across her shoulders. With a final slap on her ass, I sit up. “And you, you’ve got ten minutes to be ready.”
Instead of freaking out, she leans down to kiss Maverick softly before standing up on the mattress and wrapping her hands around my face. “I love you.”
She hops off the bed and walks into my bathroom, and it’s like she’s always been here in my room. Both Maverick and I get dressed, watching her do her hair and her makeup in nothing but her panties.
“How does she have so much power over us?” Maverick marvels, and I turn expecting to see him smiling or smirking but his eyes are locked on her still, and he’s completely sincere.
I don’t get to answer him because she’s suddenly standing in front of us dressed like my wet dream, in a tight pair of black jeans, one of my old t-shirts hanging off her shoulder. And she ain’t hiding my bite on her throat or my name on her skin. It’s not only how she’s dressed, it’s the way she smells too, like she just got fucked, but when I look deep in her eyes, there’s no mistaking I’m looking at the other half of my heart. She holds her hand out for me to take. “Let’s go, Alpha.”
Maverick follows behind us and we pick up Tyson and Steel on our way through my house. Opening the rear patio to the back, all the boys surge to their feet.
“Jasper, Twinkles, JB, Grinder, Hawk and Ibis”—I point to them as I introduce them before I pin them with a hard stare—“this is Tristan.”
“Well, fucking finally,” Joker starts clapping before the others start cheering.
It goes from awkward as fuck to feeling like we’re having a family dinner within a few minutes. I’m not at all surprised how well she and her pack integrate with my boys, and once we explain how our relationship works—me as her Alpha and them as her pack—there’s nothing more said about it.
And it isn’t so much to prove to my boys that she’s mine, I talk club shit. I run through business with each of them, explaining to Tristan what each person does. We talk openly and while I said I’m not including her in The Fallen business, there’s no way I’m ever leaving her out of the loop either because the reality is, I die, all this is hers.
Tyson and Hawk disappear for a bit after there’s a discussion on how our prisoner is fairing. Rex is hanging on. But we’re making sure he doesn’t die quickly too; he’s getting kept alive and force fed until I’ve worked off some of my aggression. It’s gonna take a while especially since Steel spilled how Rex got in bed with Reid Anders, and while we knew of his involvement it adds to the rage inside.
The rage isn’t just mine, because much like I was spilling secrets with Tristan, her pack were with me as president of The Fallen. Rex Larkins was an evil fucker, and now he was going to be spending a long time paying for his sins with his pain.
The boys rush around to clean up, doing a fine job but also being overly anxious about how far in my house they can go. Makes sense though, there’s four Alphas ready to spill blood if our Omega gets upset for whatever reason. JB and Grinder keep checking she’s good before they enter our home.
“Happy?” I whisper in her ear, after my boys and her pack have finished eating and talking.
Tristan shuffles around to straddle my lap, kissing me hard, teasing me with her tongue as her answer. I hadn’t said a word about what I wanted to do next but she fucking knows somehow. Leaning in, and brushing her tits over my chest she bites my earlobe. “You got your gun, King? Time we sort the other shit out before we close up your house for the next few days, and you and my pack fuck me over every inch of it.”
I stand up, her ass in my hands. “All right, boys, let’s take this party down to the club house.”