Confessions of a Beast: A Phoenix Pack Urban Paranormal (Saved By A Beast Book 3)

by Jade Royal

  “She’s not the only one that wants a fucking you know. I like the gentle stuff, but then again I can do with something rough.”

  “And ou think you’re ready for it now?” Tristan asked her softly running his hand up and down her thigh.

  “Because once I start fucking your guts up Gemma, I’m not gonna wanna stop. So you need to be sure that’s the type of fucking you can handle.”

  “Were you fucking Chloe like that?” she questioned.

  “Why does it matter?” he asked.

  “Just asking. Something tells me that I have to live up to high standards when it comes to her.”

  “That’s nonsense, Gemma. You’re my true mate. As far as I’m concerned the standard doesn’t get higher than that.” She looked down at his perfect body. She had this man all to herself. And she needed to show him she was more than ready.

  “I’ll be right back,” she said getting off the bed. She threw on one of his t-shirts. It was big enough to cover her all the way to her knees. She left the room swiftly giving him a smile before hurrying to her bedroom. She searched her chest drawers for something she was saving for the right time….now seemed like the perfect time. The red skimpy lingerie was something she purchased after she shifted for the first time. She bought it because it made her feel like an adult when Tristan denying her because she was young made her feel like crap. The lingerie had given her hope that maybe one day she would be wearing it for him, and now she could. The lacy cups barely covered her breasts, and the thong and garter belt combination made her feel like sexually alive. It was something about wearing lingerie that gave her a sense of power. Seeing shifters naked wasn’t an uncommon thing. That’s why wearing lingerie was probably one of the sexiest things a female shifter could do. And if Tristan looked at her in this outfit and proclaimed she still wasn’t ready, then she didn’t know what she was going to do.

  After oiling her skin to make it glisten, she tossed his t-shirt back on so she could walk through the tunnels and be covered up. Without knocking, she entered his bedroom. He was laying just where she left him, but his eyes were closed. She knew he could sense her the moment she opened the door. He wasn’t an enforcer for no reason.

  “Tristan….” She sang sweetly. The moment he opened his eyes to acknowledge her, she stripped off the t-shirt revealing the skimpy outfit she had underneath. If she didn’t force herself to keep her composure, she would have probably burst out laughing at the way his eyes nearly rolled out of his head. He sat up quickly.

  “Where’d you get that from?” he panted, his arousal wafting from the pores of his skin. Gemma inhaled deeply, loving the scent of her mate when he was aroused.

  “Bought it,” she replied sauntering over to the bed. But she stopped halfway.

  “You like it?”

  “I love it,” he gulped. She turned around and bent over slightly showing him that the panties were thongs. She slapped her ass playfully.

  “I never used to like wearing thongs. But then I realized it makes my ass look delicious.” She heard him move on the bed. When she turned and looked, he was reaching out to touch her ass. She moved away and turned around.

  “Nuh, uh, uh,” she said wagging her finger at him. “I thought you said I wasn’t ready.” He sat back and grunted, crossing his arms.

  “So what, you came in here to tease me?” he pouted. Gemma smirked and shrugged.

  “No, I couldn’t tease my mate. Not like this.” She continued her walk to the bed. As she climbed onto the bed, she made sure that her back was arched and her chest was low, so he got a good glimpse of her breast spilling from the top. Again he wanted to touch her, but Gemma slapped his hands away from her.

  “I won’t tease you. But I’ve got rules.”

  “What?”

  “Don’t touch me until I tell you to.”

  “Fine,” he gritted out.

  “Good,” she smiled. She crawled up his body and leaned in to kiss his lips ever so lightly before moving away.

  “I swear to the wolf gods you’re gonna pay for teasing me like this,” he bit out.

  “Oh? Am I?” She pulled down the front of his underwear. His large erection sprung from its confines, leaking sweet juices from the tip. Gemma licked her lips before circling his tip with the tip of her tongue. He jumped at the feel of her tongue and held his breath. He was watching her intently. That’s what Gemma wanted him to do. She held him at the base like the girls had taught her how and engulfed him with her mouth. He let out a string of curse words as his head fell back. He was a lot bigger in her mouth than she anticipated, but that didn’t stop her. She sucked him while moving her hands up and down his shaft. When she felt like she was ready, she moved her hands from his shaft and deepthroated him. Forcing her throat to relax, she took him deeper before she began to swallow and suck.

  Holy, fucking, shit, he gasped in her mind. When she looked up at him, his teeth were gritted, and his eyes were snapped shut. Gemma kept sucking him hard while playing with his balls. Tears sprung to her eyes at how deep she was taking him, but she didn’t stop. She drew her teeth along his length to give him a little friction before mending it with her lips. His hand came to her neck to try and stop her.

  “Gemma baby stop,” he pleaded. But at the same time, his hips were jacking up and down forcing his cock deeper down her throat. Her saliva was running heavily along his shaft. She slurped and hummed. That seemed to drive him crazy.

  Tristan knew he was done for when she began slurping. That plus the added biting which was something he personally enjoyed, sent him over the edge. He was wound so tightly; the tension didn’t last long before it snapped. Not only that, but her mouth was warm and luscious.

  “Gemma stop!” he growled at her, but the naughty wolf just winked at him and slurped his shit like a lollipop.

  “Fuck, I’m about to cum!” His toes curled, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as come shot out of him. He thought she would have moved but she kept sucking and that’s what snatched his damn soul. He was spurting cum , and she was sucking it out of him, swallowing every drop he had to offer. She kept sucking until he became too sensitive to the touch, wincing as pleasure still coursed through his body.

  “What the fuck?” he gasped looking down at his limp dick and his mate hovering above him, biting her lip.

  “Still think I’m not ready?” she whispered. Tristan felt his eyes go dark. His wolf took on the challenge of pleasuring his mate and was ready for Tristan to make the move. His dick slowly rose, ready to go. Before he could move, however, she was climbing on top of him. She ripped her thong off, leaving on the garter as she mounted his dick. He didn’t ask her if she was ready or if she could handle it. He simply took her by the waist and lifted his hips, guiding his thick shaft into her. The stretch to accommodate his size still affected her, but she didn’t let it slow her down. She seated herself on his shaft. Her walls were humming and clutching onto him. Tristan didn’t give her time to adjust. He thrust his hips up, tearing away at her g-spot. She took a cue from him and began to ride him to the best of her abilities.

  “You’re doing good baby,” he praised her, knowing that she needed the reassurance. And he wasn’t lying. She was magnificent. Her hips moved freely, and she bounced up and down his shaft with authority; moving in a way that made sure his whole dick got fucked.

  “Fuck I’m coming,” she panted as her legs trembled. Tristan quickly rolled them over. He pulled out of her and jerked her onto all fours before stuffing his dick back inside her. She assumed the position perfectly, arching her back and splaying her ass in front of him. Tristan grabbed hold of her delicious cheeks as he began drilling her.

  Gemma’s eyes bugged out of her head as the sensation of the new position filled her. He was deeper than he’d ever gone and she was certain every last inch of him was in her pussy. He was holding her steady, forcing her to take his long deep strokes that hit her g-spot every time he thrust into her. The intensity of the pleasure made her push at
his abdomen to lighten his thrusts, but he wasn’t having any of that. He grabbed both her hands and pulled them back, making her back arch deep. She cried out, weeping incoherent words as her pussy began to drip.

  “I told you there was no stopping, definitely, no running,” he gritted.

  “Fuck!” She screeched. Her pussy muscles clenched and he shifted angles, driving deeper against her g-spot. Gemma’s body froze, her mouth hanging open as she came hard.

  “There it is,” he egged her on. “Keep cumin. Keep cumin.” And she did. Everything about his dick in that moment gave her pleasure. The veins, his thick tip, even his balls slapping against her pussy lips. A vision snapped together in her head, and she saw both their wolves rolling around hugging each other. Then as if everything between them unleashed, she saw how much he desired her, how much he was ready to confess his whole being into her. Gemma knew that type of loyalty because she was in an amazing pack. But there was something different about your mate confessing their feelings to you and allowing for you to share their lives with them, that was monumental. And for some reason, her immense orgasm triggered those thoughts and feelings into her body.

  “Tristan I love you,” she breathed. Her face was buried in his pillow, so he wasn’t sure he heard her right. He pulled out of her slowly before tapping her sensitive clit with his head. He turned her over so he could look at her.

  “What’d you just say?” he asked her breathing heavily.

  “I said I love you.” His heart thumped in his chest. He didn’t even know how it was possible to love someone you felt like you still had a lot to learn about, but when he looked into her eyes, his saw his future. He saw his unborn pups. And most importantly, he saw his peace. He knew there would be no him without her. She would always try to please him, always try to be at his side. There was no challenge she wasn’t willing to conquer for the sake of their future. What was there not to love?

  “I love you too,” He said. At the same time, both of their wolf teeth burst from their gums. Tristan opened her thighs and slowly entered her hot sheathe again. Tristan was gentle this time until she wasn’t too sensitive from her last orgasm. Fucking her at the perfect tempo, he wrapped her legs around his waist. They enveloped themselves in a hot kiss, their teeth clashing. But once their kiss was done the both of them traveled to each other’s shoulders.

  “Mine,” he growled in her ear.

  “Mine,” she whispered; the crux or another orgasm rolling up onto her. Just as it crashed down, he bit into the soft flesh of shoulder; sinking his teeth all the way. Her body jerked, but she bit down onto his shoulder and latched on. His thick dick was still plowing into her, making her pussy weep. Once they had both latched onto each other, the mating bond took them by storm, crashing into their bodies and running through their veins and essences with tenacity. Both their wolves howled as the bond traveled until it was linked together and tied permanently. The force was so strong Gemma thought she was going to pass out. She was coming repeatedly, and a magical force was tying her to another being, it was almost too much for her brain to handle. Tristan was gripping the headboard so tightly she heard it crush under his power as his orgasm began to spill from him almost seeming like it would never end. But then it all clicked together. The calm after the storm washed over her, coating her body in complete bliss. Tristan was trembling as his teeth retracted from her shoulder. He was still in the midst of passion, his balls not yet empty filling her up. She licked at her bite on his shoulder as he did the same for her.

  Finally, everything stopped. They were breathing heavily and drained of pleasure. But inside they felt the echoes of each other. They felt their heartbeat in tune . They knew their wants and desires and felt each other’s life force. It was strong. Plus their wolves were finally together prancing around and playing like pups.

  “Wow,” Gemma gasped. Tristan lay next to her.

  “What?” he asked wrapping her in his arms.

  “We’re fully bonded,” she sighed. “I can’t believe it.” Tristan dug his head into her neck and inhaled her scent. The pleasure he felt at knowing their scents were mixed was stronger than he ever felt before.

  “I love your scent,” he groaned. “My scent is all over you.” He looked up at her suddenly.

  “Who in the hell taught you to perform oral like that?” he asked.

  “Niles,” she shrugged.

  “He’s fucking dead!” Tristan growled. He was ready to hop out of bed when he felt Gemma’s teasing through their bond. He looked down at her. She was stifling her laugher until she couldn’t hold it anymore.

  “That’s not funny,” he scolded. She hugged him and kissed his chin.

  “Sorry baby. I was just seeing if the bond truly works. And it does.”

  “Jesus I wanted to kill that kid!”

  “No need. I’m all yours now. And nothing will take me away.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Gemma awoke slowly to the slow rising of another release. Her stomach clenched as she groaned out in pleasure. Tristan was in between her legs, lapping lazily at her sensitive petals. He had one leg over his shoulder and the other splayed to the side to give him ample space to lay down and do what he wanted. He sucked her flesh into his lips as she came intensely around his tongue. He moaned as her juices filled her mouth.

  “Baby, I can’t take anymore,” she cried out as her clit became too sensitive to touch. He kissed at her clit and swirled his tongue over it one more time to make sure there was nothing left to come out of her. He rose up and licked his lips.

  “Rise and shine,” he grinned. Gemma smiled.

  “Do I get woken up like this every day?” she asked.

  “Possibly. I was just hungry as hell, and I realized I had a meal next to me. Why not indulge?” Gemma sat up slowly. She leaned forward and kissed him.

  “I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to the feeling of you inside me,” she said.

  “My dick? Or my essence?” he questioned. Gemma laughed realizing the way she phrased it.

  “Well, I was talking about your essence. But now that you mention it I guess both of them,” she shrugged.

  “I don’t think I’ll get used to your essence either,” he smiled at her. He brushed his finger against her cheek.

  “Mira was right you know.”

  “About what?”

  “Your innocence. I’m not saying you’re childlike in any way, but ever since we mated there’s been this bright, warmness inside of me. It’s warmer and brighter than the sun, and I feel calm. Like, nothing could take my happiness away no matter what. And I haven’t felt anything like that until the moment we completed the bond. So it must be you. My wolf is still a jackass, but now he knows to be nicer to you,” he smiled. Gemma couldn’t help but smile.

  “I’ve always been innocent you know. I feel the pureness within me. But when my wolf gets ahold of me, man do I change into something I’m not. But you’ve taught me that I just need to balance with her. Even as pure as I am, I can get mean. And honestly, I probably wouldn’t survive if my wolf wasn’t as mean as she was. She was always essentially protecting me because I’m so naïve and nice. Now completing the bond with you, she’s still as fierce as can be but she feels complete. Like she has a partner to have her back.”

  “I’ll always have your back too Gemma,” he said. He held out his pinky finger. Gemma grabbed it and wrapped her pinky around his.

  “You know, I didn’t think you were into corny shit like pinky promises,” she teased him. He let go of her pinky and popped her over the head.

  “Shut up,” he laughed. He kissed her on the nose before he hopped off the bed.

  “You must be hungry Gem.”

  “I’m alright.”

  “You forget I can feel you right?” He asked raising a brow. Sure enough her stomach was growling, and he indeed could feel that. Rolling her eyes, she got out of bed and went to his bathroom to shower quickly so she could get dressed. He joined her moments later, and t
hey showered with no funny business. She figured because he was just as hungry as she was.

  It was late in the evening when they finally emerged from his bedroom. After they had completed the mating bond, Gemma fell out. She wasn’t going to lie about that. She was tired and drained. Her body had continuously pulsed with pleasure, and the only thing she could have done was take her ass to sleep. Neither of them knew what had happened with anyone else since the morning after the training, but all seemed to be going well.

  The fragrance of food greeted them as they entered the kitchen. Tristan couldn’t help but snatch a biscuit from the island as Kyra was cooking.

  “Aye! No touching until-” She looked at them and gasped. “No! Oh my god! Finally!” She screamed. She ran around the island and jumped into Tristan’s arms. He hugged her and laughed. She pushed him away then grabbed hold of Gemma. It didn’t take long for the rest of the pack to notice their mixed scents. It was always a big deal when two people mated, and no one took that for granted. Gemma and Tristan hugged each member of the pack. Kellan shook Tristan’s hand and congratulated him, but he swept Gemma into his arms and swung her around.

  “Hey! I’m not a kid anymore you can’t do that like you used to!” She exclaimed. He laughed and set her down.

  “Damn. All my best friends are mated off,” Jaxson said. There was sadness about him, even though he was genuinely excited for both Gemma and Tristan.

  “Your time will come,” Kellan told him. “Especially if you whip out that chocolate syrup.” Jaxson punched Kellan in the arm. Apparently, there was that joke going on that only the two of them knew about. But Tristan had a feeling it had to do with Kyra.

  “No but seriously I’m happy for you Tris,” Jaxson said. “You and Gemma deserve that.” Gemma hugged Jaxson before going to the dining room where Kyra was setting up the food.

  “Congrats,” Niles smiled at her. He wanted to hug her but decided he wanted to keep his limbs even more so he kept his hands to himself.