I take a deep breath. “You’renotmy alpha, Tristan. And I feel uncomfortable taking anything from you. I needed some stuff, but I don’t need anything else!”
He actually snarls at me.
“What the hell is your problem?” I demand, anger shaking my voice. “I saved you some money today, Tristan. Back off.”
“I don’t know what to do with you,” he grumbles. “Everything I do is wrong.”
I try to push him away. “Are you serious? You think throwing money at me is going to make me – what, fall at your feet, after everything that’s happened? Fuck right off, and thenfuck off some more!”
I’m yelling, and he’s snarling, and then the fucker kisses me.
And I kiss him back.
Goddamnit.
His lips smash into mine, his growl reverberating into my mouth as he grips my face in his hands. My mouth opens on a gasp and he surges inside, a hint of smoke and heat that’s all Tristan.
We pull away, taking gasping breaths, but he doesn’t let go of my face.
“Infuriating omega,” he snarls, and then he kisses meagain.
His hips press against mine, pinning me in place as I writhe against him, desperately seeking more as a whine vibrates in my throat. Tristan’s hand slides to my throat, his hand gripping my neck in a hold that’s weirdly comforting. I push myself into it, tipping my head to the side and baring my skin. His teeth sink into my neck gently, and I gasp. His other hand slides around my back, holding me to him as he tastes me.
“Fuck,” he whispers. “Fuck, Sienna.”
It’s a confession and a curse. He pulls back, staring at me, his mismatched eyes wild and hair in disarray.
“What are you doing to me?” he asks. It’s strangely vulnerable.
My breathing is erratic as I stare up at him.
“What is this, Tristan?” I ask, watching his face. “Is this… have your feelings changed? Because I’m getting a little whiplash here.”
I brace myself, but it still stabs to watch his face close off, like a curtain falling at the end of a performance. The heated, passionate alpha I just had a glimpse of vanishes before my eyes.
“That’s what I thought,” I whisper.
My throat feels tight, an ache building as I blink rapidly.
“It’s not going to happen, is it?” I mutter. “And yet every time, I fall for it.”
Tristan flinches, his hand reaching out before it falls limply to his side. “Sienna.”
It’s a plea that I don’t understand.
I wet my lips. “It should be easy, Tristan.”
This should be the easiest thing in the world.
“You’re my Soul Bonded,” I force out. “All of you. We’re meant to be. And if what you’ve seen isn’t enough by now, then it will never be enough.Iwill never be enough.”
Every word feels like a stab through the gut as Tristan pales.
“It’s not like that,” he rasps. “It’s not that simple.”
I close my eyes. I’m so tired.
“But it should be,” I whisper. “It should be that simple for us, Tristan.”
