Isabel yelped. “What are you doing?” Her body remained tense for a moment, then she relaxed.
What was he doing? Sure, he wanted to know what was wrong, but he also had gotten used to touching her whenever he felt like it. There was no one here to see them, no one to perform for, but Tristan wasn’t ready to stop the act.
“I know today was stressful,” he said, rubbing his thumb along her spine, soothing the tense muscles.
She shrugged awkwardly. “It wasn’t so bad,” she said. “After a while I forgot we were pretending.”
So had he.
“Toward the end, I thought we were actually having a good time,” she said.
Tristan agreed. “Thanks for introducing me to Yo Mama’s Bar and Grill,” he said. The burgers had been delicious.
Isabel smiled. “I figured you’d like the hamburgers.”
“I did indeed.” He leaned in close to her ear. “We might have to do it all again tomorrow, including the lunch break.”
Her scent changed subtly, growing warmer, richer, more intoxicating. Isabel probably wouldn’t admit it, but she wasn’t as adverse to the idea of pretending they were a couple as she’d been earlier.
Neither was Tristan.
Her delicious scent made him wonder exactly where she’d draw the line. Before he had the chance to change his mind, Tristan framed Isabel’s face and kissed her. He made sure to linger over her lips, savoring her flavor.
At first, she was too shocked to respond, then her fingers sank into his hair and Isabel kissed him back. Tristan’s whole body hardened beneath her. A sound rumbled out of his chest, and he pulled her even closer, deepening the embrace.
Their tongues brushed, then swirled, tasting, teasing, and delighting in the kiss. Tristan’s hands dropped away from her face and slid down her bare arms, pausing only long enough to scrape the sides of her breasts.
Isabel gasped but made no move to stop him. Encouraged, Tristan continued his exploration. He kneaded his way down her arms before grasping her lush bottom.
Tristan squeezed and massaged until her luscious scent permeated the room, then he lifted her higher so she could straddle his thighs. The move made her sundress bunch around her waist.
The material presented no barrier when he rocked his hips against her core. Isabel moaned and wiggled to get closer. Her blunt teeth latched onto his lower lip, and she tugged.
It was Tristan’s turn to groan. Wolves loved to bite, especially during lovemaking. And there was no doubt that’s where they were headed if he didn’t put the brakes on. Tristan thought about it for half a second then surrendered to his beast.
He’d wanted to sink inside her since he first laid eyes on her photo back in Oregon. He’d told himself that she was human, that he should stay away, but despite appearances, Tristan wasn’t a glacier. In fact, if he got any hotter, he’d melt the polar ice caps.
Tristan hooked Isabel under her legs and stood. He waited for her eyes to open and her vision to clear. “If you don’t want this, you need to tell me now,” he said.
Indecision crossed her face for a moment. “You know this isn’t going to last,” she said.
“I know.” He ignored the pain that knifed his chest.
“Before I say yes, I need to know one thing,” she said.
“What?” he asked, distracted by the feel of her in his arms.
“Are you using magic on me?” she asked.
“Why would you think that?” The question cooled some of the desire coursing through Tristan’s veins.
Isabel took a deep breath and met his gaze. “I just wondered if that was why I wanted you so bad.”
Tristan felt as if he was being ripped in two. On the one hand, he was angry that she’d accused him of doing something to her to get her into bed. On the other, he was elated to know that she wanted him.
“The only magic in this room is the kind conjured between a man and a woman,” he said.
It took her a moment to understand, but when she did, her eyes widened and she kissed him.
It wasn’t exactly the declaration Tristan hoped for, but it would have to do. He strode the short distance across the room to the bed. Tristan juggled Isabel in his arms and pulled the covers back, then he laid her down.
For a moment, all he could do was stare at her. Isabel’s wild hair had fanned out around her head, and her purple sundress was wrapped around her waist, revealing a matching satin thong. Tristan smelled the moisture gathering between her thighs. The beast in him drooled.
This was a bad idea, but Izzy’s body didn’t care. All day long, she’d endured Tristan’s gentle touches, his long drugging kisses, and his intimate nuzzling. By the time they’d left the Quarter, she’d been wound so tight she thought she’d burst.
Stone had accused her of taking Tristan as a lover. She hadn’t lied, but she also hadn’t told him the whole truth, which was that Izzy had been thinking about it. Thinking of little else. Now it looked like her wait was over.
Tristan grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. Muscles rippled in his arms and over his chest as he tossed it behind him onto the couch.
He truly was incredible. Izzy was pretty sure she’d never seen anything like him and doubted she would again. His fingers dropped to the front of his jeans. With a flick of his wrist, the button opened and his jeans split, revealing bare skin.
Izzy swallowed hard. He wasn’t wearing underwear. Her imagination went wild as Tristan slid his zipper down. The hiss filled the silence, then his hard shaft spilled out of his pants.
How he’d kept it inside them was beyond her. It shouldn’t have been anatomically possible to squeeze something so big into material so tight.
Tristan chuckled and slid his jeans down before kicking them aside. Naked, he stared at Izzy until she grew self-conscious. She wasn’t ashamed of her body, but she was well aware she wasn’t built like a god.
Izzy covered herself with her hands.
“No!” Tristan snapped. “I want to look at you. I’ve been imagining what you would look like with your dress hiked up around your waist all day.”
The admission surprised her. “Really? But you don’t like humans.”
“And you don’t like monsters,” he replied, his gaze soaking her in.
“You’re not a monster,” Izzy murmured softly.
Tristan’s dark gray eyes widened then quickly shuttered to hide his emotions. “You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?” he asked. “Men were falling over themselves trying to catch your attention. It was very hard not to respond.”
“As I recall, you growled at them,” she said.
“For me, that counts as no response,” he said.
Izzy laughed and sat up to untie the straps on her shoulders.
“Let me,” he rasped. Tristan’s hands trembled as he untied first one side of her sundress, then the other.
The material dropped, but the dress stayed in place—thanks to her ample chest. “There’s a zipper in back,” she said.
“I know.” Tristan leaned over her and kissed her. Another hiss filled the air as her zipper came down.
Izzy had not felt his hand move. She’d been too busy trying to uncurl her toes. She hadn’t worn a bra, since the dress had built in support. Now that the material pooled around her waist, Izzy wished that she had.
Tristan pulled back from the kiss to look at her. He shuddered. “Beautiful,” he said, his attention locked on her engorged nipples. “Stay just like that.” Before she could figure out what he was going to do next, Tristan dropped to his knees in front of her.
The position put him between her legs, but he couldn’t get any closer without climbing onto the bed. He clasped her hands and tugged her forward, then he latched onto her nipple.
Fire shot through Izzy, spreading at an alarming rate. The flames leapt higher with each pull of his mouth. Tristan sucked her deep, laving her until Izzy thought she’d scream. She squirmed to get closer, but he wouldn’t let her.
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sp; With infinite care, Tristan released the swollen bud then sucked the other one into his mouth.
Izzy clutched his head. She pulled his hair when the sensations got too much, but he didn’t seem to notice or to mind. Every time Tristan swirled his tongue, she felt an answering flick between her thighs. Moisture trickled between her legs, soaking her thong. It wasn’t enough. She needed more.
“Tristan,” she gasped and tried to yank his head back.
He growled and kept feasting.
The pressure continued to build inside her. The steady throb left Izzy teetering on the edge of oblivion. “That’s it,” she said. “Just like that.”
Right before she toppled over, he stopped.
Izzy growled in frustration.
Tristan’s silvery gaze met hers, then he licked his lips. “You taste delicious. I can’t wait to taste the rest of you.” He slid his hands under her body until he got a hold of her dress, then tugged. The material slid out from under her, leaving Izzy in her thong.
“That’s better,” he said, scooting her closer to the edge of the bed. “Just one more thing.” Tristan threaded his fingers into her thong and snapped the material in half. He pulled it aside and threw it onto the floor next to his jeans.
Izzy couldn’t remember how to speak or to think. The look in Tristan’s eyes left her breathless. She’d never had a man look at her the way he was right now. His gaze held so much hunger, so much passion—so much need.
“What now?” she croaked.
His lips tilted. For a second she saw a flash of extended canines poking out the side of his mouth. She should be frightened, but fear was the last thing on her mind.
“Now I savor,” he said and slowly lowered his head between her thighs.
The first swipe of Tristan’s rough tongue sent Izzy spiraling over the edge. Her fingers sank into his shoulders as she tried to ride out her orgasm.
It had been so long since she’d allowed any man close enough to touch her, much less make love to her. Izzy forgot how wonderful it could be.
Tristan lapped up her juices then dove in with gusto. His tongue swirled and teased, flicking her swollen flesh until it filled with blood once more.
“I can’t,” she gasped.
Izzy’s thighs trembled and she tried to shut her legs, but Tristan wedged his shoulders between them to stop her.
“We’re not done yet,” he said, his chin moist from her release. “Not by a long shot.” He licked his lips. “Mmm.”
Tristan drove his tongue inside Isabel’s tight channel. He’d never tasted anything so delicious, and it scared him that he might never again. He ate her, nibbling her flesh, until she writhed on the bed once more.
He sucked the bundle of nerves into his mouth and worried it with his sharp teeth, then plunged two fingers inside her. Her body clamped down on him. Isabel let out a harsh cry, then flew apart in his arms.
Tristan licked her, not wanting to miss an ounce of her juices, as her second release rippled through her. When the fluttering in her channel lessened, he slowly pulled his fingers out. Tristan waited until he had her attention, then he stuck them in his mouth and sucked them clean.
Isabel shuddered again, and her eyes clouded.
He rose to his feet. “You are everything I imagined and more,” Tristan said. His shaft was so hard and engorged that it curved under the weight. Tristan wrapped his fist around his erection and stroked.
Isabel’s gaze followed the movement, and she licked her lips.
Tristan traced her mouth with his finger. “I can’t wait to feel you taking me here.” He tapped her lower lip. “But first, I have to take the edge off.” Tristan grabbed onto her waist and pulled Isabel fully onto the bed, so he could join her.
He dropped onto the bed. “Open for me,” he said, his voice so gruff that he barely understood the words.
Isabel’s legs dropped open. Moisture covered her swollen sex. He couldn’t get over how responsive she was or how delicious she tasted.
Tristan settled between her thighs, letting her get used to his weight. Their gazes met and locked. He couldn’t turn away if he wanted to. Tristan kissed her tenderly then positioned himself at her entrance.
As much as he wanted to thrust hard and bury himself inside her, Tristan didn’t. Instead, he took it slow, giving Isabel’s body time to adjust to his large size.
She was so tight, so blissfully snug that he wondered when she’d last been with a man. Just the thought of her being with another male, brought his beast surging to the surface. Tristan clamped down onto it, but it continued to stare out through his eyes.
If Isabel noticed, she didn’t say anything. She also didn’t look away. The move goaded his beast, challenging its dominance. He growled deep in his chest. Isabel ignored the threat and stroked his jaw. Tristan’s control shattered and his hips rocked, sending him deeper inside of her.
Isabel gasped, and her body tightened.
“Sorry,” he said.
“It’s okay,” she murmured. “It’s just been a while for me.”
Tristan gritted his teeth. “Me too.”
She blinked in surprise.
“Is that so hard to believe?” he asked, trying to keep still when everything inside of him wanted to thrust.
Her brow furrowed. “I guess not.” Isabel’s body relaxed, allowing him to sink even deeper.
Between the warmth, the moisture, and the growing pressure, Tristan was in heaven—and hell. The scariest part of all was that he didn’t want to leave.
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Izzy felt stretched beyond her limits. Tristan was even bigger than he’d appeared, which was saying something. He rocked his hips, and pleasure shot from her core through her entire body.
“Do that again,” she said.
“And again,” he responded, then thrust harder.
Izzy moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist. Tristan must’ve taken it as encouragement because he began to move steadily in and out of her. The delicious motion spread through her entire body, leaving her aching for more.
Tristan stroked her jaw and kissed her. The ice in his mercury-colored eyes was gone. Now they shimmered with undisguised heat.
His hand slid down, then he hooked his arms under her knees. The move lifted Izzy’s legs even higher and spread them at the same time. From this angle, Tristan bored straight into her soul.
Izzy mewed. Each thrust merged them together, taking him directly over the hidden bundle of nerves. He ground himself into her as he impaled her again and again. Tristan drove her body harder and harder until pleasure blinded her. She cried out from the overload and tried to wiggle out of his grasp.
Tristan’s hands locked onto her shoulders, and Izzy saw his eyes shift to wolf. A growl rumbled from his throat right before his teeth locked onto her shoulder.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she murmured, but she wasn’t sure Tristan heard her.
His thrusts became more primal. His hips bucked, and he pounded into her.
Izzy thrashed as the pressure built inside of her. She couldn’t stop the moans from escaping or the nonsensical pleas for release. Tristan licked her shoulder and let her go.
“Don’t hold back,” he snarled. “I want to hear you scream my name. Want to see your body flushed with passion. What to feel you embrace every inch of me.” His speed increased.
Izzy unraveled in his arms. The pleasure was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. When she came, it was like a detonator went off inside her head. Everything exploded. Colors burst behind her eyes, and Izzy screamed Tristan’s name. The world faded as the blast sent her tumbling over the edge.
Isabel’s scream rang in his ears, and her tight sheath gripped him like a vise until Tristan could barely move. When had sex ever been like this?
Never, a little voice whispered.
He gazed upon her. She was perfect. Tristan felt his body tighten as her core continued to pulse. He didn’t want the moment to end. This might be the only time they
slept together. He rocked his hips to draw out her orgasm. Once the spasms eased, Tristan sought his own release.
He surged inside of her and felt his sac rise. Tristan built up a steady rhythm. He wouldn’t last long. A ripple of pleasure struck, taking his breath away. He’d had sex plenty of times and never experienced anything like it.
Tristan stoked faster, reaching for completion. The pleasure inside him increased to the point of pain. Something was wrong, but he couldn’t seem to stop. His movements became frenzied, and Tristan began to swell.
What were those stories he’d heard about Damon and Aidan, when they’d found their mates?
Realization dawned. It couldn’t be. Horrified, Tristan tried to pull out of Isabel, but he couldn’t. His shaft was too big. He rocked his hips back, but only managed to move an inch.
No! No! No! He wouldn’t allow this to happen. Tristan tugged harder, but he didn’t budge.
Isabel moaned and raked her nails down his back, oblivious to the physical changes taking place in him.
Tristan hissed at the mixture of pain and pleasure, then felt his canines lengthen. She was human. This couldn’t happen to him. He was stronger, more focused than the others. Determined to outsmart fate, Tristan jerked his head to the side and bit his own arm.
Blood filled his mouth, but he didn’t care. As long as he didn’t bite her, he could get through this. All he had to do was achieve release.
Tristan locked a hand onto Isabel’s hip and thrust harder. Pleasure erupted inside of him, and he swelled even more. Fire raced down Tristan’s spine, leaving him gasping for air.
The flames spread, and he bellowed. The first white-hot wave struck, and Tristan’s body convulsed. His release went on forever and ever. Every time he thought his beast had finished, he’d spurt again and groan in blissful agony. Tristan had never experienced this level of blinding pleasure in his life.
Was this what sex would be like every time with Isabel? If so, he’d never survive.
Bondmate, the word echoed in his mind.
Tristan shook his head in denial. She couldn’t be. He waited for the swelling to ease then quickly pulled out. Isabel’s eyes were closed, but she had a smile on her face. He didn’t want to ruin the moment, but Tristan was too shaken by what had occurred to stay in bed.
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