CHAPTER 155: LAST DAY

His left hand trailed from her left breast to her sternum, going lower and lower, not moving an inch from her midline.

As soon as he got to the spot he wanted to be at, he paused his movement, letting his claws elongate, and in a second, the sound of the tearing of the light material of the sundress she was wearing filled her ears, causing her eyes to widen in shock.

When she told him not to stop, she didn’t think he was going to go for the kill immediately.

Her shocked gaze soon melted into a half-mast one as her eyes glazed over with lust.

He moved the lace of her panties to the side, tearing it when it wasn’t staying still, but her mind was way too fogged up to notice.

He ran his now moistened fingers around her slit, the sound of her moans filling his ears as she drove her hips backwards, grinding against his raging beast, eliciting a deep growl from his throat.

"That was cheeky, Princess. I like it." He whispered in her listening ears, as he took her bud in-between his fingers, the way he had done with her nipples, although slippery. He held unto it, causing her to permanently arc her hips backwards, pushing unto his unrelenting cock.

He groaned as he twisted and grinded her bud, whilst rolling his hips on her now stable ass.

Bethany was seeing stars she could have never imagined was possible to see without the help of a vibrator. She gasped as she took shallow breaths throw her mouth, not even bothering with the fact that her throat was completely dry.

Tristan was singlehandedly driving the both of them to the ledge, the heightened sounds of the their moans and groans filled the kitchen as they both focused on reaching that mad high that could single handedly cause them to scream their lungs out, despite their awkward and uncomfortable positions, their ingredients for pancakes and bacon, completely forgotten.

"I think I’m cumming." She informed as she squeaked when his fingers grazed the most sensitive part of her clitoris, causing her to jerk backwards with force.

Luckily, Tristan was built to brute so he withstood the force which only made him go stronger and wilder as his wolf was almost loosing it completely.

"Me too, Princess." He gritted, practically pumping his hips against her ass, helping himself to the cliff as well. "Let’s come together. Come with me Bethany." He commanded, moving his fingers around her clit with inhumane speed, causing her to gasp for breath as her orgasm rippled through her with massive force.

"Tristan." She breathed with the scraps of consciousness she was able to scramble together , convulsing in his arms that held her tight despite his vigorous shaking behind her as he came in his pants, shamelessly.

"Bethany." He breathed, as his felt his cock twitch in his pants , soaking his briefs and trouser with the loads of cum he had kept under lock and key for a long time.

Bethany lay completely wasted on his massive chest, her half-mast eyes threatened to shut for the day, but she struggled to keep them open as she slowly came down for her high.

Tristan chin rested on her head, carrying all her weight as he came down from his own high. His legs were literally vibrating in his pants, but he stayed still, not wanting to alarm his resting mate as he waited for it to pass.

They listened to each other’s heart beat for a while, paying attention as they evened out.

"I’m not sorry for ruining your dress." Tristan teased, kissing the top of her head, earning a scoff from her.

"How romantic." She said, rolling her eyes as she turned around in the small space between him and the table edge to face him completely. Her eyes peered at his face , the smell of the aftermath of their orgasms hung around them like a thick cloud.

"I am romantic, I know." He chirped, smiling lightly.

Her eyes widened upon registering the act that he’d just used that voice he had used earlier. The one she said he liked.

"Can you use that voice more often?" She blurted before she could help it, her plea beyond evident in her eyes.

He opened his mouth to bring up an excuse, but she claimed his lips with hers, cutting off whatever excuses he was about to spew from his full lips as she couldn’t help but moan into.

He pulled away, softly, peering into her eyes, as if asking if she really wanted more, but the sound of her stomach growling between them settled all matters. But she stood unmoving, ignoring the hot blood that had quickly flushed her cheeks and ears.

"Please?" She pleaded.

He shut his eyes sighing, then nodded. "Fine. But only when you’re around, and alone with me." He conditioned, peering at her, hoping she wasn’t going to ask anymore questions, for now atleast.

"Deal." She said, sporting a toothy grin as she pushed her questions to the back of her mind. ’Slow and steady.’ She admonished herself in her mind.

"Thank you." He said pecking her forehead. "Do we shower first, or breakfast first?" He asked as his arms wrapped around her petite form, pulling her closer to him.

"You can shower first, while I make breakfast. When you’re done, I’d go in." She suggested, earning a confused look.

"Why would we do that?" He asked, his head bent to the side a little.

"Well, it’s efficient and less time consuming." She chirped, sporting the most innocent look she could muster.

"Don’t shit me. You’re avoiding me." He sassed, loosening his hold on her, causing alarm bells to ring loudly in her head, but she silenced them, vehemently refusing to give into his manipulation.

"I am not, Mister. Now, go shower. I have a lot of work to do, and some sleep to get back to." She instructed, slipping away from his thankfully loosened grip, winking at him as she unhung an apron from its hook and putting it on, heading to the other sink that wasn’t where he was standing to wash her hands and arms.

He huffed as he walked past her, spanking her ass hard, relishing the squeak she had released subconsciously.

He turned to her, his eyes filled with mischief. "I’m going to make sure to finish all the hot water." He threatened, walking away.

"Good thing you live in a mansion, dick head." She clapped back loudly, even though she knew she didn’t need to, knowing he had stopped walking when he was out of her sight, waiting for her retort.

"Minx." He muttered, heading to his bed room.

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Well, it’s efficient and less time consuming." She chirped, sporting the most innocent look she could muster.

"Don’t shit me. You’re avoiding me." He sassed, loosening his hold on her, causing alarm bells to ring loudly in her head, but she silenced them, vehemently refusing to give into his manipulation.

"I am not, Mister. Now, go shower. I have a lot of work to do, and some sleep to get back to." She instructed, slipping away from his thankfully loosened grip, winking at him as she unhung an apron from its hook and putting it on, heading to the other sink that wasn’t where he was standing to wash her hands and arms.

He huffed as he walked past her, spanking her ass hard, relishing the squeak she had released subconsciously.

He turned to her, his eyes filled with mischief. "I’m going to make sure to finish all the hot water." He threatened, walking away.

"Good thing you live in a mansion, dick head." She clapped back loudly, even though she knew she didn’t need to, knowing he had stopped walking when he was out of her sight, waiting for her retort.

"Minx." He muttered, heading to his bed room.

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"I am not, Mister. Now, go shower. I have a lot of work to do, and some sleep to get back to." She instructed, slipping away from his thankfully loosened grip, winking at him as she unhung an apron from its hook and putting it on, heading to the other sink that wasn’t where he was standing to wash her hands and arms.

He huffed as he walked past her, spanking her ass hard, relishing the squeak she had released subconsciously.

He turned to her, his eyes filled with mischief. "I’m going to make sure to finish all the hot water." He threatened, walking away.

"Good thing you live in a mansion, dick head." She clapped back loudly, even though she knew she didn’t need to, knowing he had stopped walking when he was out of her sight, waiting for her retort.

"Minx." He muttered, heading to his bed room.

He turned to her, his eyes filled with mischief. "I’m going to make sure to finish all the hot water." He threatened, walking away.

"Good thing you live in a mansion, dick head." She clapped back loudly, even though she knew she didn’t need to, knowing he had stopped walking when he was out of her sight, waiting for her retort.