Chapter
Thirty-Eight
TRISTAN
Igo from rinsing dishes to dangling over King’s shoulder in a move so quick my head spins. Although he always makes me dizzy, and his hand kneading my ass only adds to the sensation.
“Shut your eyes,” he demands as he stops in front of the closed door and I do, after I wave goodbye to the others.
“Thank god!” I grumble, closing my eyes, “I’ve been dying to see in this room.”
King drops me to my feet but doesn’t let me go and as my feet touch the ground, he grabs a handful of my hair and tugs my neck back. “Don’t be fucking rude.”
I laugh against his lips. “Fine, I’ve been dying for you to knot me.”
“That’s fucking better,” he growls before he kisses me stupid, completely robbing me of my senses and the ability to stand on my own two legs. They buckle under the weight of his demanding claim on my lips but his hands on my hips hold me up. Slowing our kiss, his dark brown eyes are swimming.
“What’s wrong?” I wrap my hands around his face, suddenly worried because he looks freaked out.
He pulls his head out of my hands. “Gonna make ya mine now, Tris, but I have to ask you one last time because if something has changed let me know. Once my bite is on you, you’re fucking mine.”
I shake my head, leaning up for one of his kisses again but he denies me. “I mean it, Tris, this changes everything.”
“Bullshit. It changes nothing. From the first moment I knew you were mine.”
“And I knew you were mine better than I knew my own name. I just want you to be happy and if that’s changed.”
“King!” I snap, standing up and nearly colliding with his face. “Open the goddamn door.”
“Not until you tell me.”
I roll my eyes at his insistence before I pull him down to my height. “I love you so much.”
“It’s not about love, Tris.”
“What the hell is this about then?”
“I want you to have choices, but my claim will forever mark you mine. You change your mind after I’ve claimed you, and I won’t recover.”
“You guilt tripping me right now?”
“Nah, baby, I’m telling you loud and fucking clear I need you to survive. I can’t be without you and that means every day we’re together. It means you wake up with my cock in your pussy every morning. It means I spoil you fucking rotten whenever I want. It means you carry all my secrets but it’s a lot to bear.”
“I’ve never had any doubts.”
“Neither have I, but I gotta do this right. I’ve never claimed anyone, and never will again after you.” He drops to his knees and digs a hand into his pocket before holding a handout to me.
All my senses go haywire, and I seriously think I’m going to pass out as my heart gallops.
“Tristan Cameron, I want you, always have and forever will. Please be my queen?”
And while he’s holding something out for me, all I can see is oceans of devotion in his eyes, and I sink into the promises he whispers over and over into my ear. I cry like a baby in his arms.
“Always leaving me hanging,” he grumbles, wiping the tears out of my eyes before he reaches out for my hand. “What’s it gonna be?”
“YES!” I scream, and he slides a ring down my finger. The tears in my eyes means I can’t properly see it but it’s not how it looks that hits the deepest, it’s how it feels.
“Now close your fucking eyes, killer, I got another surprise for you.”
