The Heir's Breeder

9

What does kissing someone feel like? I wouldn't know. Up until now, I had never kissed someone. Kissing Tristan feels nice though. His hands hold my face, pulling me to him while he bends down. They move to wrap around my body and just like that, I feel safe and secure.

Tristan doesn't push me at all, rather he pulls away before I want him to. I almost reach out to grab him back until I realize that my hands are still the only thing holding my gorgeous dress up.

We are both panting for a moment before something changes in Tristan and he speaks, "Fate, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have done that."

"You shouldn't?" I question, not understanding what he is talking about.

"No," he is still breathing heavily, "You're drunk and it's a total breach of trust. I'm so sorry, it was such a selfish move of me and..." he starts ranting about all the ways he is wrong and I do the only thing I can think of to get him to stop—well maybe the thing I want to do regardless of what he is doing. I place my lips on his again.

It only lasts a moment, but he stops speaking at least, "It's ok." He just stares down at me, blankly. "I'm sorry—if that's not what you wanted..." This time, it was his turn to stop me with a kiss. This one lasts longer. He wraps his arms around me again and I release one hand from my dress to put on his cheek, then, slowly, the other lands on his shoulder. We are so close that his body pressed into mine holds the dress up, but I can feel his hands on my bare back.

My hands move to wrap around his neck and he moves his body back ever so slightly so that the dress falls. When I gasp, he takes the opportunity to put his tongue in my mouth and our two tongues begin a dance of their own. I am melting into him. I feel relaxed as some unknown thing releases from me and, for the first time, I am not scared of what a male—this male— might do to me.

Tristan pulls away and leans his head on mine—our breaths mixing. "You smell so fucking good," he pants out, both of us still trying to catch our breaths. His hands are still moving all over my bare skin and my arms are still wrapped around him. "Jump," he commands and I don't hesitate to obey, allowing Tristan to grab my legs and wrap them around his body, clinging to him.

Before I can say anything, his lips are on mine again. I'm not complaining. We are moving, but I'm not sure where until Tristan sits down with a slight bounce—the bed. I am just sitting on him now. Moving my hands to his face again, I begin to sit up more so that we are on the same level. Something in my stomach flutters and feels weird, sending strange feelings to the place between my legs.

We move in unison for a few minutes before he pulls away again and we are once again panting. "We need to stop," he says, but his hands are still moving up and down my back.

"Why?" I speak between breaths, my just visibly moving up and down.

"Because," he pauses, "I'm not in control right now." I stay quiet, about to ask what he means but, as if he can read my mind he continues, "I can smell your scent more than usual. My wolf...he is going crazy and I can't hold him back much longer."

As if everything snaps, I am suddenly vividly aware of our position and what we were just doing. My eyes focus and as much as I want to pull away and run, I also want to stay—and I don't want to anger him.

"O-ok," I mutter out, slowly moving off of him, giving him time to stop me. He doesn't. I'm too tired to do anything about what I am wearing—or lack thereof. I just crawl under the covers and allow Tristan to silently pull me to him

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My nightmares have changed recently, no longer memories from my past but fears for the future. Wolves break into Tristan's room and grab me out of bed. I try to scream but can't and Tristan sleeps silently.

Tonight is no different. I hear the door to the balcony open and look to see a male quickly entering the room. They place their hands over my mouth to stop me from screaming—little do they know that I can't. Nevertheless, I try, and, to my surprise, I am able to make a sound. I fight back as always but am no match.

I try to wake myself up— to calm down enough to bring myself out of sleep. Usually, by now, Tristan has woken me up, but he hasn't, and I can't wake myself. Nothing is working and I'm getting more and more scared.

This isn't real.

This isn't real.

This isn't—

This is real.

I scream more and more, thrashing around until Tristan's eyes peel open just a bit. In an instant, he is up and pushing off the bed at the male holding me. I fall to the group with the two males and feel something sharp graze my arm before I am pushed out of the way. Crawling, I reach the bed and get as far to the other side as possible. Tears are running down my cheeks as I grip the sheets, hoping they can save me.

Tristan shifts into his gorgeous wolf, attacking the—I can now tell—four males. The attackers shift to match Tristan just as the door burst open with guards, all of them shifted. It takes little time for there for the guards to restrain the attackers.

Tristan shifted back, naked and tall, "Take them to the cells, they will be dealt with later." The guards, who were now also shifted back, nod and begin to move the males, "Be grateful," Tristan says, "you get to live a little longer because I am tired." The males' eyes widen and Tristan nods the guards off.

"Fate," he turns to me, voice softer, hunching over to look smaller, and walking towards me, eventually climbing onto the bed, "it's ok," he moves a piece of hair out of my eyes and holds my face, "I'm here."

I break. Tears flow continuously down my cheeks and my mouth opens to say something but only some inaudible sound comes out. Tristan pulls me into his arms and, once again, I melt. It doesn't stop the tears but it is better than before. "Shhh," he whispers rubbing my back and a sound emits from his chest that brings more comfort to me, "I'm right here. I've got you."

It takes a long time before I quiet down. Tristan never lets go, thought, constantly whispering to me. The sound never stops, but I don't want it to. He eventually gets me calm enough to lie down. "Shhh," he whispers again and I tuck my head into his chest more, "No one is ever going to hurt you. Not while I'm here."

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Heyo,

Look at this cheeky double update. I know this chapter is short but I honestly didn't have anything else for it and I promised myself for this book that I wouldn't force myself to write more than what I felt I needed to. I wrote this instead of doing homework. Anywho, I hope y'all like.

Like, comment, do your thang.

Seen ya soon,

Abbey J