Winter Wolf

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Tristan yanked her flush up against him at the feel of her tight squeezing warmth pulsing hard around him as they came together. It was so damn easy... effortless, to keep in synch with her.

Bond or not... their physical connection was very much still there.

He kept his weight propped on one hand and groaned into her neck as the pleasure lingered a bit longer. He could hear her heavy breathing, feel her soft body trembling against him. The soft moan she was making...

He was quickly coming to terms with the fact he could never get enough of this. Ever.

... but it also wasn't lost on him they were overdoing this lately. Especially these last two nights. She had insisted, even now.

But maybe he really should stop being so indulgent...

"Is this really not too much for you?" Tristan asked her as he pulled her flush against him and pushed back to slump against the headboard, keeping her firmly in his lap as he nuzzled her neck and let his hands wander. She canted her head and groaned as she swayed her hips down onto him, still connected in the most intimate way possible.

He hadn't softened. Dammit...

He wanted her again.

"No, I... I like it. I want you." She said with a quiet, almost embarrassed tone. He grinned against her skin as he felt the heat of her flush, and brushed his lips once again over that marking spot that made his canines ache.

She jerked her hips and gasped slightly, dropping her head back further and pressing her breasts into his chest. Tristan sobered quickly, she was posturing a bit too much for the eager wolf in him, and he quickly moved down to her breast to suck hard over her mate mark to distract himself. She gasped and jerked against him again, pushing herself closer.

... if she didn't ask him soon, he realized he may not be able to hold himself back. Especially as he glanced to her neck, and that fucking scar stirred a bit of his wolf's anger again.

"... are you okay?" Lo asked. Tristan looked to her flushed face. She looked suddenly concerned. He quickly softened his expression when he realized he had tensed and cupped her cheeks gently to give her a soft kiss on the lips.

She moaned into his mouth and began to grind her hips against his.

Dammit...

"Let me mark you." Tristan growled firmly as he pulled away from her mouth. He couldn't help it. She snapped her gaze to his with a startled look, and he felt the arousal instantly drain from her.

Her expression alone told him all he needed to know.

Clearly, she wasn't ready.

"... I'm sorry." Tristan quickly said. An awkward moment passed between them, and he felt his own arousal diminish. Lo climbed off him and moved off to his side.

It went tensely silent for a moment.

"I... um..." She fumbled for words.

"It's fine. We haven't even talked about it..." Tristan said quickly, hiding the fact that her rejection stung. Not that it was unexpected. Or... maybe it was. They were doing better though... weren't they? It felt like they were. Her reaction would say otherwise though. His thoughts became muddled. Worried.

Disappointment, frustration...

He felt it deep.

"I'm sorry." Lo said. Tristan sighed at the slight waver in her voice. He didn't want her feeling badly about it either.