~Tristan~

We bid the others goodnight in the hall on the 5th floor and Alyce and I headed into our room. I loved the sound of everything being ours. I scooped her up into my arms and kissed her softly, “Do you actually enjoy training?”

“I do, I also enjoy torturing Mat, so it’s a win-win for me.” She giggled and I shook my head at her in amusement.

“You seem happier since we left Red Moon’s territory, I’m glad. I want to see you happy all the time.”

“I am happy. I still have a very long road ahead of me. One that entails some danger, but with you, everything seems possible, and it’s easy to be happy.”

I laid her in the bed inhaling her scent, “Good I’m glad. Do you want one of my shirts to sleep in? They’d be like a nightgown on you.”

“Sure.”

Really, I just wanted her wrapped in my scent and we both knew it. I went to get one from the closet for her. By the time I came back she had already stripped out of her leggings and t-shirt. I could see them in a pile on the floor with her bra. I held the shirt out for her and she took it, slipping it on. I averted my gaze out of respect for her.

She snickered at me a little, “It’s not like you didn’t see everything earlier.”

“That’s not the point. I’m trying to behave and keep Ryder under control.”

I felt her grab the waist of my sweatpants and use it to pull me to her as she knelt on the edge of our bed in my shirt, “And if I don’t want you to behave anymore?”

I grinned and smashed my lips into hers, kissing her like I would eat her from the mouth down. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her body into mine, coaxing a growl out of my throat. My fingers curled over her hips, slipping under the t-shirt she was wearing until I had my arms wrapped around her.

I lifted her up, crawling on the bed, moving her to the middle of it as she wrapped her legs around my waist. Pulling away from the kiss I trailed kisses along her jaw and down her neck. Soft moans were echoing off the walls of the room and with every sound she made, I grew harder, wanting her more. Ryder was growling in my head, begging me to mark her.

She was pulling at my sweats and grinding herself against me, I could smell her arousal as my hands roamed her skin under her t-shirt. I came to the edge of her panties and ripped them off without hesitation. She gasped at the sudden action and I captured her lips with mine again, my tongue snaking into her mouth, exploring it. My fingers brushing against her lower lips, she was soaking wet. I slid one of my fingers along the length of her slit, getting another moan from her for my efforts. She pressed her hips against my hand and I slid one finger into her, curling it upward to run along her inner wall, running over her g-spot as I thrust my finger in and out of her.

I had her moaning and writhing beneath me and I was enjoying every moment of it, watching the emotions cross her face as I worked to build her up to a climax. She was riding my hand, and I slipped another finger into her. I slid down her body, trailing kisses from her shoulder, down her chest, between her breasts and down to her navel. I nipped at the inside of her thigh and ran my tongue over the bundle of nerves between her lower lips.

Her fingers gripped the sheets and she was panting. I could feel her muscles starting to clench around my fingers as I rolled the tip of my tongue around her clit.

“Oh my Goddess… Tristan… I’m going to cum…” She was struggling to get her words out through her moans and I ran my tongue flat over her clit repeatedly until I felt her juices coat my fingers. I slowed down, keeping her orgasm going for a minute.

She relaxed and I pulled my fingers out, licking them clean, “Mmm, delicious… I could eat you for dessert every night.” I grinned at her and she was blushing, moving her hands to cover her face.

~Alyce/Faelyn~

I covered my face with my hands to hide my tomato red cheeks. I don’t know where that came from, but I certainly didn’t regret it. I was way out of my comfort zone at this point and had no idea what I was doing.

“Nuh-uh,” I heard Tristan say and then felt him gripping my wrists pulling my hands away from my face, “Don’t hide from me. I love that I make you blush.”

“It’s embarrassing, not knowing what I’m doing when you clearly do.”

“Don’t be embarrassed. I don’t really know what I’m doing either. I’ve never been with anyone, until now, until you. What little I do know I learned from watching porn like most teenage boys do.” I could see a little pink in his cheeks and that made me feel better. I giggled a little.

“Really?”

“Really. Scout’s honor.”

“That only counts if you were actually a scout!”

He laughed, “Ok, Alpha’s honor?”

“I guess that’s acceptable.” I sat up and kissed him, tasting myself faintly on his lips. He returned my kiss, locking his fingers in my hair to keep me from pulling back.

I pushed him back onto the bed, straddling his hips as we continued kissing. His hand leaving my hair to join the other one running up my legs. He gripped my hips, rolling his up into mine and I could feel myself getting wet all over again, and I’m quite sure he could feel it through his sweats. I groaned and pressed my hips down to meet his and pulled away from the kiss so I could take my shirt off. I knew what his fingers could do, now I wanted to know what he could do with his dick.

“You’re wearing too much clothing…” I whispered in his ear before lightly biting his collar bone.

“Alyce, we don’t have to, I’m not expecting anything tonight. You’ve already let me do more than I thought I would get to.”

“Shut up and strip.”

“Yes Ma’am.” He grinned and raised his hips with me still sitting on him, like I weighed nothing, and slid his sweats down, kicking them off.

I giggled and blushed again when I realized I was positioned to be resting perfectly along his hardened length. His size was impressive both in length and girth. I knew he would easily fill me and the thought made me even wetter.

Tristan sat up a bit, wrapping an arm around my back to bring me down against him, kissing me as he rolled us over effortlessly, trapping me between him and the bed. He propped himself up on one arm, the other hand resting on my hip as he stared at me, “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure, I’m sure that I’ve never wanted anything more than I’ve wanted you, all of you.” I ran my finger tips down his chest lightly and smiled up at him.

He nodded and reached down to line himself up with my entrance, working himself into me slowly. I was wet, but we were both inexperienced and it took a minute or two to get things rolling smoothly.

He grunted and groaned as he sheathed himself inside me fully, “You feel amazing…”

I wrapped my legs around his hips, raising my hips to meet his thrusts as we joined together for the first time. Amazing didn’t even begin to cover the emotions and feelings of pleasure coursing through me. My nails were digging into his back, but that only seemed to encourage him, “Oh fuck, yes!”

I was starting to lose my rhythm as my orgasm built. I was starting to see stars. The pleasure was so intense, “Faster, Tristan.”

He needed no further enticing as he slammed in and out of me with a feverous pace, his body over mine as he held me against him. I could feel his canines brushing against my marking spot, but I wasn’t quite ready for that. I turned my head and kissed him softly, passionately. I moaned into it as I came undone around him and he reached his own orgasm with another couple of thrusts. Both of us were covered in sweat and breathing heavily with the exertion. He rolled to the side, collapsing on the bed so he didn’t crush me, “Holy shit. If it’s that amazing with no experience, wait until we explore and practice more.”

I rolled my eyes and reached over to slap his chest, but there was no oomph behind it. I was exhausted, “Now I need another shower…”

“Can I join you?”

“Only if you can behave. I have training in the morning.” Tristan laughed at me a little.

Tristan rolled off the bed, heading into the bathroom laughing. I heard him start the shower and then he returned with a warm washcloth. He cleaned me up a bit and helped me get to my feet, “My legs are like jello,” I mumbled, “And it’s all your fault.”

“Are you complaining?” He pretended to be offended as we headed for the bathroom, dropping the washcloth in the laundry on the way.

“No, yes, maybe?” I grinned at him and I shook my head. I stepped into the shower and into the hot water, letting it relax muscles that I didn’t even realize were tense. Tristan came up behind me, working some of the tension out of my shoulders with his hands, “Mmm, that feels amazing…”

“Now, what were you complaining about?” He kissed my temple and whispered in my ear.

“Complaining? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m sure you don’t.” He reached past me, grabbing his shampoo and putting a generous amount in his hands before working it into my hair. He followed it with the conditioner after I rinsed out the shampoo.

“You’re going to spoil me.” I murmured.

“We’ve had this conversation, you deserve it, and I’m going to make sure it happens.”

“I won’t know what to do with it.”

“You’ll figure it out.”

I let the conditioner sit in my hair while I scrubbed up. He didn’t trust himself to be able to behave if he started soaping me up. I had laughed at him and soaped him up after soaping myself up, “I can help you get clean at least.”

“Nope, you’ve ruined me. Unless you can scrub my brain out, I will never be clean again.” He kissed the tip of my nose before I stepped back into the water laughing. I rinsed my hair and my body before I stepped out and wrapped in a towel with a yawn. It was soon forgotten when I saw the large hickey on my neck where Tristan’s mark would eventually go.

“Well shit… I will never live this down. Was this necessary Tristan?” I looked at Tristan as he emerged behind me from the shower.

“I had to mark you somehow.” He gave me a sheepish grin.

I rolled my eyes at him and giggled as I ran a brush through my hair before throwing it in a braid. I smiled over at him, “Ready to get some sleep?”

“Absolutely.”

We walked out of the bathroom and I pulled out a clean pair of panties, slipping them on while Tristan got some boxers for himself and located the previously discarded t-shirt for me. I slipped it on and we climbed into the bed. I settled in against his side, resting my head on his chest as he wrapped me up in his arms snuggly.

I was already drifting off when I felt him kiss my head and whisper, “I love you Faelyn De’Lune, forever and always.”

“I love you too,” I mumbled, before slipping the rest of the way into sleep.