Chapter 21 Zara's intention
Tristan's POV
I knew she wouldn't rush to leave. I could feel her presence even if she stood outside.
But she did a subtle act of hiding this connection beneath my notice by acting scared of me, acting like I had put her in an awful torment. Her lust also betrayed her by making her body respond to my touch.
The connection between us was above sexual pleasure, and so, I still found myself doubting because of the cloak she’d put on. But I was too convinced to let that deceive me. I should understand, I thought, she was human, and wasn't used to the mate bond among werewolves like me.
Even with that, my heart couldn't be at peace. She hadn't said the word “mate” back to me!
“Celine,” I called through the silence.
The door couldn't block my voice. I didn't use mindlink to speak to her. She didn't answer. Maybe I shouldn't have asked her to leave the room after a moment was shared between us.
No. I shouldn't ask her to get in again.
But my length was still hard.
It wasn't just about that. The dream I had about her was too vivid, and if I didn't control myself, this bit of cover I had, a way to buy me more time before becoming feral, would wear off.
I needed to blow off the steam.
I should call Zara?
I shot my eyes, searching through the mindlink for her. It was like a thread connecting all werewolves that were members of the Blightmoon pack and of close range to me. Close range would mean those in this palace.
“Zara.” I eased my breath. “Come over.”
I heard the excitement in her voice, but that didn't avail much to me.
My skin… It felt different after Aiden performed his act on me, but felt reborn the instant Celine released her juices against my length.
“Tristan!” A knock on the door followed.
It was Zara. So quick.
She stepped inside with her usual smile, laced with curiosity.
“Celine is outside… You… You asked her to wait?” She emptied her thoughts to me.
“No.”
“Then what–”
“Shh.”
Then I stood close to her, started our intimate process by digging my fingers into her silky hair, and used this to fulfill intimacy with her, or with any other girl I deemed fit.
“Tristan… I’ve missed this…”
Her body always responded in time.
She was already shaking as I touched her neck with kisses. Her moan was unusually loud. I liked that, but I could tell her loud voice was because Celine stood outside. That might help make her leave after all, or let me know how connected she was to me.
I would know if she was jealous, or didn't mind the slightest bit.
Through Zara's silky night gown, I felt her boobs, even had my fingers rubbing her nipples. The sound from her mouth confirmed the height of pleasure she felt.
“If… If this moment can never stop between us,” she said.
“Now is this moment.”
“But she will still go back to her, won't you?”
“She’s my mate.”
“But I have been–”
“Don't.”
I unhooked the button at the back of her gown, and her hands left it to fall to the floor. Her body came to the light of the candle. She came prepared. No panties on, just her pussy presented to me.
“It's been long,” she said.
“Yeah.”
Just the same way I did with Celine, I poured oil on her body, using my hands to take it all over. My hands went a bit rough, and she liked it that way.
I still watched out for Celine. If she still stood outside the door, I would hear her footsteps. She’d left out of irritation. She confirmed that she was this jealous mate as it should be.
“She’s gone,” Zara said. “No need to restrain yourself or feel guilty.”
She took off my clothes.
“If I could become that mate of yours…”
“Don't talk about her.”
“Well, what could I do to make you change your mind and do what's right by making me your mate?”
“Nothing.”
She placed my length inside her mouth, and gave it a soft squeeze with her hand, her tongue playing its role by licking the tip. She did this with care, showcasing her skill, and reminding me of what I'd missed.
She pulled me off her mouth to catch some air. “You sure there's nothing I could do?”
“It wasn't my will, but the connection between us made it my will, and started my love affair with her.”
“And does she feel the same way?”
“Enough of these questions!”
I made her stand, and gave her a loud spank on her butt. Laughter escaped her lips, as I threw her on the bed. Her legs spread open. Unlike Celine, her scent wasn't of pineapples, but of honey, and that scent came from her pussy as it dripped with her juices.
I inserted two fingers inside of her.
And I watched as her body shook in response. It almost felt as though she was dancing. Her fingers held tightly against the blanket. My fingers went upward to touch her sweet spot.
I loved her reaction. It fueled my passion.
The bed was wet beneath her, and this wetness wasn't a result of Celine's body fluid mixed with mine, but hers.
“Tristan… Hmmm… Put it in. I want to have it.”
I stood beside the bed, and dragged her roughly, pulling the blanket along with her. When her feet touched the floor, I bent her backward to face the bed, pressed her head against the bed, and held her hands behind her.
“Tristan… Yes!”
Of course she would do anything to please me. That was how it had been between us—our crazy union.
I picked my shirt up, and tied her hands with it, then she pressed her head lower so her teeth chewed against the blanket.
I spanked her butt, poured more oil on it.
“The old ways,” I said.
A groan struggled to escape her lips. That was the language I needed to hear. That was how I always made her do it.
Then I shot my eyes.
I remembered scenes of bloodshed, the scenes I created in search of revenge. They came haunting me, showing their ugly faces, and bringing out my reserved nature. I opened my eyes at this instance.
This moment with Zara was a dose to silence those thoughts.
I positioned my length at her entrance, and went in a straight shot. Her groan came again to my ears, and so did the pleasure at the tip of my length. My rhythm was slow, my thighs hitting against her butt. She loved it, and I also did.
Her groan increased. Her teeth must have bitten through the blanket. Her sweat covered the oil on her body.
I leaned closely for my chest to touch her back, mixing our sweat.
“Zara.” I pulled out of her. “Turn around.”
She turned to face me.
I loosened my shirt holding her hands together, and a part of her butt sat on the bed, her feet still touching the floor, and our eyes gazing into each other's.
“This… This should continue between us,” she said between gasps. “For all eternity… Please Tristan?”
I inserted my length inside her, and her legs wrapped against me, her fingers digging into my skin.
I lost track of time, and soon, we laid on the bed, catching our breaths.
“I’ll always love you,” she said, a tiny tear
at the side of her left eye. “If she must remain your mate… If she must, why not take us both?”
A minute passed, and I didn't answer.
“No,” I said.