He pulled his knot out and lifted me by the hips as he bent down to stretch my asshole with his tongue and fingers before he nudged his crown against the tight muscle.
“Let me in,” he growled as he tried again, making me smile. If I could have, I would have but I was floating in la-la land and had no control. But he couldn’t push in because my body was locked up in anticipation, in want.
He ran his hands up my spine and cupped my shoulder, holding me still. “Present for your Alpha,” he barked.
It was instant the way my body opened up and let him. There was nothing I could do to stop the whine falling from my lips as he owned my ass.
“Good girl.” He groaned as his fingers dipped on my hips and he started to move again. “The way you look stretched around my cock, Tris, I could die a happy man.”
I slurred out, “Make me come first.”
He slapped my ass, and the crack echoed and bounced around the room chased by my moan. I wish I had a camera to film him because he was entirely possessed and without a word of a lie, I fucking loved the way he used me.
There was a sweet desperation to our time, like he was on the edge of a rut. Maybe I shouldn’t have felt so happy knowing he was close to losing control but King was a weakness of mine and making him so rabid, so overcome with need, was always something that drove me.
There was no fucking way in this life or the next I would let him go.
The opening of the door has me slamming closed the lid on my memories, and I lock it all away to focus on why I am here at Verdune.
Something is happening in Heidi’s life that she’s not sharing with us. And while I can’t technically get pissed at her for that, because hello my life, I will not let her suffer alone and Heidi is a bit of a fan of doing shit on her own.
Thank God Heidi’s staff wear embroidered name tags because I’m terrible with names. Millie waves me in and since we’ve met a couple of times, I lean over and give her a quick cuddle. It is a little awkward and probably an after effect of my recent time with King, but Millie takes it like a champion before guiding me inside.
“Is she in her room?” I ask, grabbing my makeup bag and handbag off the pile of luggage I brought.
“She is, but she’s moved to the guest wing?”
I hum a noise of surprise. “Sneaky bitch never told us. Anything else I need to know, Millie?”
And the way Millie stops talking and starts staring at my feet has me taking a step back to her. “Millie?”
“She’s awfully sad, Tristan,” Millie says, finally dragging her eyes off my feet to look at me quickly. “Heidi’s trying to hide it, but we know her.”
“Who? I mean, I know about Kai,” I hiss at the sharp stab of sadness I feel for Heidi. And yes, I am absolutely butt hurt for her that something happened with him. But she hasn’t told us the whole story of how her weekend away with the barman and his pack from the Omega auction turned to shit yet, hence my visit.
“It’s not my place to say,” Millie whispers, barely moving her lips. “But please make her smile again.”
“It’s why I’m here,” I promise, giving her another hug. “Sadly though, I’m taking her with me, so don’t plan anything for us.”
“Of course. Whatever you need.”
I race up the stairs, and head towards Heidi’s suite until I remember she’s now using the visitor’s one. I have to backtrack through dark hallways shrouded in history and old money but thankfully Heidi finds me before I get truly lost.
“Ho, you look like shit.” I growl, reaching to squeeze the living shit out of my bestie. I hold her tighter and try desperately to remind her of what an incredible and beautiful person she is.
She nods against my shoulder when I talk into her ear until I know she’s had enough, the push against my shoulder clear as day. Still, I tease her like besties do as we walk back to her suite. “Look at you, that hug was nearly a record for you. I swear to God, if I see that Kai again I’ll slog him right in his ugly face.”
But then I get down to the reason I’m here. Answers.
“How long have you got left until you have to pack Lowly? Are you sure we can’t do it any other way.” And I’m referring to her recent and shocking announcement of intending to pack with a pack she all but loathes.
The look of defeat on her face is evident. “It’s pretty much done, Tris.”
I quiz her mercilessly, in my attempt to come up with a different solution. Because without question, I’ll support anything Heidi decides but maybe we can come up with another course of action.
After she explains why she did what she did and agree to pack with Pack Lowly, I get a better understanding why she did it—to gain control over her legacy, and then my concern turns into pride because no shit, this girl is made of strong stuff, and she’ll need it if she ever takes them to her nest.
We goofball around a bit. It’s stupid and immature but I’ll do pretty much anything to see some of the sadness wafting offHeidi disappear for even a few minutes before we both settle on her bed.
