18. Tristan
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TRISTAN
Her purr vibrates through me like a forceful wave, resonating deep in my bones as she rides me with abandon. She is the most sensual creature I have ever come across. The way her body moves, the scent of her arousal, and that purr... God, that purr.
I grip her hips tighter, guiding her movements as she works herself on my cock. Her head is thrown back, exposing the elegant column of her throat where that incredible sound originates. I can’t help but lean forward and press my lips to the vibrating skin, tasting her pulse beneath my tongue.
I feel her climax building, her pussy twitching around me as her purr intensifies. Her nails dig deeper into my biceps, leaving crescent marks that I’ll wear proudly. She’s lost in sensation now, her movements becoming less coordinated, more primal.
“That’s it,” I murmur against her throat. “I’ve got you, Syn.”
Her eyes fly open, locking with mine as her orgasm crashes through her. The purr transforms into something deeper, richer—a sound of pure omega satisfaction that makes my alpha instincts roar in triumph. I hold her gaze, refusing to look away as she comes undone in my arms.
“Tristan!” she cries, her body shuddering violently as her purr is cut off.
I can’t hold back any longer. With a growl, I flip her onto her back, still buried deep inside her. She gasps at the sudden change in position, her eyes wide and wild. I hook her legs over my shoulders and drive into her, taking control, needing to control my orgasm.
“So beautiful,” I pant, watching her face contort with pleasure. “So fucking perfect.”
Her body writhes beneath me, still sensitive from her climax but welcoming me deeper. The look in her eyes shifts. Vulnerability, raw and unguarded. I wonder if she even realises how much she’s revealing.
“Please,” she whimpers, her hands clutching at my shoulders.
I slow my pace, savouring every inch of her. “What do you need, Syn?”
“I need...” She hesitates, biting her lower lip. “I need to feel something real.”
The confession strikes me hard. I lower my mouth to hers, kissing her with all the tenderness I can muster while maintaining the steady rhythm of my hips. She tastes like whiskey and desperation.
“This is real,” I whisper against her lips. “Right here, right now.”
I feel her tremble, another orgasm building as I hit that spot inside her that makes her gasp. Her pussy clenches around me, drawing me deeper, demanding everything I have to give. The scent of her arousal floods my senses, drowning out everything else.
The honeysuckle scent is intoxicating, and I want to stay in this moment forever.
Her body tenses beneath me, her back arching as another wave of pleasure crashes through her. I feel her inner walls clenching around me rhythmically, drawing me closer to my release.
“Let go,” she breathes against my ear, her fingers tangling in my hair. “I want to feel you come inside me.”
Her words snap the last thread of my control. With a guttural groan, I bury myself to the hilt and unload into her, my body shuddering as pleasure tears through me and my knot inflates just enough to make her moan with contentment. She holds me tight, her legs wrapped around my waist now, keeping me deep inside her as my cock pulses.
For several long moments, we stay locked together, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. I brush damp strands of dark hair from her forehead, studying her beautiful face.
Then, she does something unexpected.
She pushes herself deeper onto my knot. It’s only half the size outside of my rut, but it’s enough to cause pressure, and she wants more. With a low growl that rumbles around the room, I shove my cock even further into her, rutting her with my knot as she moans with satisfaction.
Her eyelids flutter shut as she takes more of me, her body accommodating my extra girth with a soft whimper. The sensation is exquisite. Better than any sex I’ve had during my rut. Her tight heat grips my knot, pulling me deeper. I brush my lips across her neck, inhaling her scent as it changes, sweetening with satisfaction.
“Syn,” I murmur against her skin, tasting salt and sweetness, wanting to offer her the world.
She places her fingers on my lips. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t give me promises. I’m here for a job.”
It slices through my heart and soul. A job.
“I want to give you everything,” I murmur anyway.
“Don’t,” she says, shaking her head. “You can’t. He won’t let you.” Tears swim in her eyes, and it rips at me.
“Tarquin won’t have a choice.”
She muffles her sob and squeezes her eyes shut.
My knot deflates to my utter disgust, and I reluctantly have to pull back from her. She pushes me away and swiftly leaves the bed, running from the room while she pushes her dress down.
When the door closes, I groan and fall onto my back, zipping my pants back up. She has soaked my cock with her gorgeous slick, and I want nothing more than to keep it there for as long as possible. Running my hands over my face and into my hair, I go over this entire encounter. Up until those last few seconds, I had her. Then it all slipped away.
Sitting up, this realisation only fuels my determination to work harder. I love a challenge, and Synthia is definitely that. She is guarded, but I will have her believing everything that comes out of my mouth before the week is done.
Not for the usual reasons.
For once in my life, this isn’t a game. This isn’t a pretence to get what I want. She might not think so, but this was real. Real for me.
I stare at the ceiling, replaying what just happened. Her body was fire in my arms, her purr vibrating through me like nothing I’ve ever felt before. But it was those tears at the end that truly undid me.
Sliding off the bed, I walk to the window and watch as she emerges onto the garden path below, barefoot and dishevelled. She pauses, looking lost for a moment before heading towards the far end of the property. Even from this distance, I can see the tension in her shoulders, the careful way she holds herself apart from the world.
Something about her calls to me in ways I can’t explain. It’s not just the sex, though that was mind-blowing. It’s the glimpses of vulnerability she tries so hard to hide, the sharp intelligence behind those blue eyes, the way she stands her ground even when surrounded by alphas.
She is spectacular, and I intend to keep her here longer than a week. If I have to physically fight Tarquin over it, I will.