CHAPTER 117: DAMN RIGHT, I AM.

"Princess." Theo whispered softly in her ear. "It’s time to wake up." He said causing her to stir a little in his arms.

"Just a few more hours, Please." She muttered softly, her voice hoarse as she snuggled further into his chest.

"Nop. We don’t have a few hours." He responded as he ran his fingers through her slightly tangled hair.

She groaned against his chest, pinching his skin as she opened her eyes. "I swear to God, if you don’t have a very valid reason for waking me up this early, I’m gonna shove my foot up your ass." She threatened with her coarse voice, still unmoving from her position.

"Well, you know I would’ve locked you up in my closet if I could, so yeah, my reason is pretty valid. Tristan is downstairs." His words caused her to withdraw a bit from his tight hold on her naked body so she could see his face properly.

"You don’t mean it, right? Is it even daybreak yet?" She asked, worry suddenly filling her eyes when she saw light bags beneath Theos’ eyes.

"Yeah, it’s day break. I had expected him to show up earlier than this, given the kind of person he is." Theo chimed, sighing as he leaned forward to kiss her forehead.

"Kind of person he is? Why do you have bags under your eyes? I made sure you slept before I did." She asked at once, extremely worried that he had let another worry consume him.

"Tristan is more of an Alpha compared to Troy and I, so he’s very possesive. Not in a weird way, but he just likes to keep the things and people important to him real close. And I had some work to do few hours ago, so I had to wake up by four. Relax, I slept like a child, and I will continue after you’re gone, okay?" He cooed, kissing her eyes, nose, and lastly her lips.

He took her lower one between his, pulling her closer as one of his hands went behind her head, his fingers threading her hair as he deepened their kiss.

Bethany moaned against his lips when she felt his junior one poke her belly. Subconsciously, she grinded against it causing him to groan against her lips this time.

They continued grinding against each other for a while, kissing heavily like they were made of oxygen. But Theo pulled away abruptly, his lips parted as he heaved.

Bethany looked up at him in confusion, heaving with parted lips. Just as she was about to ask why, he reclaimed her lips again, but this time, his kiss was soft and filled with restraint.

"We have to stop now, Princess, or else I might not be able to hold back." He said after pulling away for the second time, peering into her eyes.

She silently swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat and nodded. "I will miss you." She said, holding his gaze.

"You wouldn’t have to wait too long. I’d be knee deep in your pussy by Friday." He teased with a sly grin that almost broke into a full-blown laughter when her expression morphed from somber to incredulous. "Just be patient."

She scoffed at his words, unable to stop herself from shaking her head as she looked at him in wonder. "And you have the guts to say I’m sick in the head."

"I’m not taking that back." He said, taking off the duvet that covered them, exposing their naked bodies to the light. "You really are sick in the head."

"I’m not denying it." She said getting up from the bed. "You just have to admit you’re sick as well. Probably sicker than I am." She said, plugging in her phone.

"Yeah, you wish." He said, already by her side. "Let’s go shower. Given the rate Tristan is blowing up our link, he might sever it soon." He muttered as he picked her up into his arms in a bridal style, careful not to knock down the lamp on the nightstand with her legs.

"Good for you." She teased, sticking out her tongue.

"I can think of many ways you could use that tongue." He teased right back, his smug smirk back in place.

"Pervert!" She squeaked slapping his chest.

"Only for you, Princess. Only for you."

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"Finally." Tristan groaned when he saw them come down the stairs. "I was beginning to think I was going to have to come take her myself." He said, wrapping his arms around Bethany who had come close for a hug.

"Eager much?" She couldn’t help but tease, as she looked up at him.

"You have no idea." He muttered against her forehead as he pecked it.

Theo leaned sideways on the threshold of the staircase, giving them a bored look. Of course he loved to watch, but he wasn’t going to let Tristan rub it in his face that in the end he had gotten her, despite all the attitude he had given him yesterday.

"Someone looks jealous." Tristan teased, causing Theo to roll his eyes at him.

"He is a big boy, he’d be fine." Bethany teased, as she turned to Theo, winking at him.

"Demon spawns." Theo cursed under his breath, turning to head up the stairs. "You both can with sleep on my couch or get the fuck out." He spat, earning chuckles from Tristan and Bethany.

’But you’ll be fine right?’ Bethany couldn’t help but mind link him in worry.

’Yes, Princess. Now, shoo! I have to start sleeping before your scent leaves my sheets.’ Theo joked, causing her worry to dissipate slowly.

’Alright sir. Bye.’ She said, cutting off the link.

"How is he?" Tristan asked, seeing she was done linking him.

"He’d be fine. Wants to go back to sleep." Bethany responded as the weight of Tristan’s presence began weighing on her, chunk by chunk.

Theo wasn’t kidding when he said he was more of an Alpha than they were.

Unlike Troy’s chill, reserved but calculating aura, and Theo’s broody yet menacing aura, Tristan’s was different.

Heavy, powerful, commanding, intimidating, Troy and Theo had all those characteristics, but they didn’t match up to Tristan’s.

There was just something about him that made the air around him so heavy and thin, yet comforting and safe.

She couldn’t understand it, but she knew it made her wolf crave him just as much as she craved his brothers.

"Are you ready for today, Bunny?" He asked in a low tone, lifting her off her feet in on swipe into his gigantic sturdy arms.

"You’re gonna take me whether I’m ready or not." She teased, taking a lung full of his scent she hadn’t realized she’d missed.

"Damn right, I am."