Alpha Tristan ✓ [Republishing]

Dekatessera [ 14 ]

When the next morning came, I tried to wake up before Tristan but that plan was dead in the water as soon as I slowly opened my eyes to see he was already awake. Lifting my head from his chest, I mustered up a sleepy smile when he gently ran a hand over my hair.

"How long have you been awake?"

"Not long." He smiled softly and his eyes scanned my face before he lowered his head and pressed a kiss to my forehead. There was a brief moment of silence until he lifted his other hand to brush an errant strand of hair away from my cheek. "You're so beautiful, Kara."

My face warmed at his compliment and intense stare and I quickly laid my head back on his chest. His heart was racing and I couldn't help but smile to myself when I realised it was all because of me. He seemed like the most collected person ever yet whenever I touched him, it was a whole other story.

Deciding to test it out, I placed my hand on his abdomen over his shirt for a few seconds before I inched my hand lower to slip under the soft material. He visibly shivered and I continued, feeling the hard muscles against my palm. His skin was warm to the touch and I lifted my head to look him in the eye.

He was already staring down at me with slightly darker eyes and his lips parted. His hand was still resting on the back of my head and he wedged his fingers in my curls when I laughed at how his heart rapidly sped up.

"Two can play at this game, Kara." He murmured lowly, reaching down to firmly grip my wandering fingers in his hand. In one swift movement, he switched our position so I was pinned underneath him. "Let's see how fast I can get your heart racing."

The look in his eye was so serious that I gulped when I realised what I had started. His hands slowly lifted my shirt to expose my abdomen and the cold rush of air was soothed by his hot fingers sliding across my skin to curve around my waist. Just the feel of his touch drove me crazy, but I told myself that my heart was beating so fast due to anticipation.

I had no idea what he would do.

His head lowered to mine and he brushed his nose against my jaw, tracing the bone before he inhaled deeply into my neck. I knew it was a losing battle when I held my breath, overwhelmed by his presence.

My hands quickly gripped his shirt when his sharpened canines lightly dragged across my skin, exactly where I would bear his mark. "Tristan." I gasped, feeling completely dizzy because of it all. "You win! You win!" my heart was racing to the point I could feel it hammering against my chest.

Pulling back with an accomplished smirk, Tristan stared down at me as his hands gripped my waist. "Never start anything you can't finish, αγάπη μου."

"You didn't play fair." I frowned, bringing my hands down to hold his wrists. His grip on my waist didn't let up and neither did the weight of his body on mine. "I only used my hand. I want a do-over."