Unforgiven (Wanderers #3) (13 page)

“That’s why she was so tough on you and trust me, she
likes you.”

“That’s what Josef said.” I crossed my arms not
happy.

“You and Josef spend a lot of time together?” he
asked curiously.

“Jealous?” I teased.

“Please, he can’t compete with my charming smile and
winning personality.”

I rolled my eyes. “At least he knows how to respect
women.”

“Please, I’m totally respecting you right now by not
tearing off all your clothes and throwing you down on that
bed.”

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “If you really
wanted to respect me you would stop thinking those nasty thoughts
about all the things you want to do to me,” I smiled.

I think that was the first time I ever saw Tristan
blush. “I can’t help it. You’re taunting me with your wily ways and
that small, tight tank top you’re wearing, and your new fetish for
body art.” His lips started to twitch into his cocky smile as his
hand slowly pushed down the strap on my tank top.

My heart was racing from his touch and it took
everything I had to resist him. I reluctantly pushed him back and
jumped off his lap. “Tristan we can’t.”

“Why can’t we?”

“We’re getting off track here,” I said, hoping to
avoid this conversation.

He sighed. “Alright, let’s get back to your powers.
What is this shield and can I see it?”

“No. Gabe and I are still working on it so I can
control it better. Besides, it usually only seems to work when I
get really mad or use a lot of power.”

“Gabe as in the guy who nearly choked me to death?”
he asked.

“Yes. Gabe is my guardian now and he’s been spending
a lot of time with me to help train me.”

“Train for what?” His tone suggested he didn’t
approve of this.

“To defend myself.”

“Whose idea was this?”

“My self-defense teacher. He thought I had good
potential, but lacked discipline. So they asked Gabe to work with
me.”

“How’s that going for you?”

“Pretty good if I do say so myself,” I said with my
head high. “I even took Billy down in practice a few times.” He
looked at me skeptically. “I could kick your ass!”

“I’d like to see that.”

“Don’t tempt me.” He rubbed his chin, deep in
thought. “Don’t even think about it,” I warned.

“So…all I have to do is get you mad?” He looked at me
with a devilish grin. Then he pushed me and I almost fell off the
loveseat.

“Tristan!” He pushed me again. “I’m not going to do
it, stop,” I said, trying not to laugh. He slinked back into his
seat, but before I could relax I saw that playful look in his eye.
He pounced on me and I squealed when we hit the floor. He wrestled
me to the ground and I started to laugh. If he thought this was
going to make me mad he was going about it the wrong way.

“Come on Ella, show me what you got,” he taunted,
holding my arms by my sides. It wasn’t like I couldn’t get out of
his hold. I just didn’t want to. He kept egging me on to do
something, but I refused. “What’s the matter little girl,
scared?”

“Ha!” I laughed.

“Afraid I’m going to hurt you?” He tightened his
grip.

“More afraid I’m going to hurt you,” I countered.

“Oh come on Ella, what’s wrong with a little friendly
competition?” He smiled. I smiled back. He thought he had me and
leaned down for a kiss. I reacted quickly by flipping him over my
head and onto to his back, pinning his arms above his head, and
gripping his wrist tight. He smiled seductively at me. “If you
wanted to be on top all you had to was ask.”

I let go ready to smack him, but he stopped me and
tackled me to the ground pinning my arms by my sides. He looked
deep into my eyes. He was begging me to hear what he was thinking.
How much he loved me, how much he missed me and how much he wanted
to be with me. I opened myself up even more to her his beautiful
mind, closing my eyes and taking it in, until I went a little too
deep and ended up hearing all the perverted things he was
envisioning he wanted to do with me. “God Tristan!” I growled,
trying to get up.

“What?” he shrugged innocently.

“You are worse than Dean.”

“Better dirty thoughts about you than another
girl.”

I smacked his chest and pushed him away from me so I
could sit up, but before I could pull away he grabbed my wrist, the
one that was wearing his watch. “Where did you get this?”

“Dean.”

“Did he steal it?”

“No,” I glared, although I couldn’t blame him for
coming to that assumption. I had thought the same thing when Dean
first presented the watch to me. “He asked your parents if I could
have something of yours and this is what your stepmother gave
him.”

He ran his thumb over the face of the watch. “Figures
that bitch would give up my grandfather’s watch.”

“You can have it back.” I went to take it off.

“No, you keep it.” I looked at him confused. Clearly
this was something that meant a lot to him. “I’m sorry. I’m glad
she gave you this. I want you to have it,” he smiled, holding my
hand.

He was still sitting on my legs and I needed to get
up. With him this close it was harder to resist and I was running
out of excuses to keep pulling away. “You can let me go now,” I
said softly.

His face turned serious and he placed his hand softly
on my cheek. “I don’t ever want to let you go.” My breath caught as
I let the words sink in. Before I had the chance to protest he was
pressing his lips to mine. I no longer had the strength to stop
him. I no longer wanted to. When he was kissing me the only thing
on my mind was how much I wanted him. I wrapped my arms around his
neck and tangled my fingers in his hair deepening the kiss. He
didn’t hesitate when I parted my lips and welcomed his tongue
inside my mouth.

I didn’t care about anything else at the moment. All
I cared about was that I was with Tristan. His lips started to
trail down my neck, collarbone, and across my chest. “Tristan,” I
said breathlessly. “I want you.” I could feel the smile on his lips
as they traveled back up my neck.

“Are you sure?” he asked as he softly brushed his
lips against mine.

“Yes,” I said a little too excitedly. I heard him
chuckle under his breath, but I didn’t care. I pushed him to floor
and sat on top of him attacking his lips with mine. My hands were
groping every inch of his body, needing to feel him, to touch him.
I tugged at his shirt trying to pull it off, but only succeeded
halfway.

“Ella,” he said, holding me back. “I know you know I
was thinking about tearing each other’s clothes off, but –”

“You can’t tell me you don’t want to?” I interrupted,
not giving him the chance to finish. I was really confused, because
yes I knew what he was thinking earlier, but his mind was a mix of
emotion and everything was jumbled together.

“Oh no I do, but I prefer we move this to the bed,”
he smiled. I smiled back as I pushed myself off of him and then
held out my hand to help him. He threw me a wicked smile before he
picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I giggled and squealed
when he smacked me on my behind.

He threw me down on the bed and I laughed. “Come here
you,” I purred and beckoned with my finger.

He gave me his cocky smile before he took off his
shirt and climbed on top of me. I placed my hands on his chest and
felt his heart racing. He gently brushed back a piece of my hair
and caressed my face. “I love you la mia bella stella,” he
whispered.

“I love you too, Tristan,” I said
,
pulling his lips to mine. Wasting no time, his hands
moved down to my waist. He tugged at my shirt and swiftly pulled it
off over my head.

His eyes widened at the sight of all my body art.
“You were very busy I see,” he said with a quirky smile.

“Too much?” I asked nervously. I never cared before
what anyone thought about my tattoos, but for some reason it
mattered to me what Tristan thought – maybe because he was part of
the reason behind them.

“No, I just never expected you to do something like
this?”

“Why, because I’m a prude?” I narrowed my eyes at
him.

“Are you really going to start a fight with me
now?”

“You started it,” I said childishly.

“Ella, you are beautiful inside and out. Everything
about you is everything I could want in a girl. I love all of you,
including your new body art,” he said. “I love your smile. I love
the way you look at me when you’re annoyed with me…like now,” he
laughed. I couldn’t help but smile. “I love your sense of humor and
the kindness in your heart,” he placed his hand on my chest. “I
love your big, beautiful…” he paused, hand moving slowly, cocky
smile on his face. I was about to pinch him when he said, “Green
eyes and the way they sparkle when I do this.” He pressed his lips
tenderly to mine making me want to melt.

“What else?”

“I love your long beautiful hair,” he gripped one of
the blue streaks and stopped.

“It’s a side effect from my powers,” I said
sourly.

“It gives you an edge,” he winked. “Although I always
knew you had a darker side to you.”

“Tristan,” I giggled.

“I love your lips,” he said, kissing me again,
lingering a little longer this time. “And the way your skin feels.”
He started to work his way down my neck, stopping at my chest. He
looked up and smiled. I just laughed and rolled my eyes. “I love
every inch of your beautiful body, including your tattoos.” He
traced his fingers lightly across the tattoos on my stomach,
sending shivers through my entire body.

“The tattoos are exotically beautiful just like you
are. They’re a perfect touch to an already perfect girl.”

“Tristan, I am far from perfect.”

“To me you are the picture of perfection. My
beautiful star,” he whispered, caressing my cheek. His eyes met
mine and I could no longer hold back. I slid my hand behind his
neck and pulled him down on top of me. I kissed him so hard I
thought I might lose my breath. It felt so right. I never felt like
I belonged anywhere, but there, with Tristan.

His hands slid up my slides, slowly. It felt like the
caress of a warm summer breeze tickling my skin. He glided his
fingertips tenderly across my stomach, making me ache for more. The
slow descend of my pants was a torturous play on his part and I
knew he was doing it on purpose too. He wanted me to beg. I held my
breath as he slid them off at a pain stakingly slow rate.

He started at the tips of my toes. His lips trailed
up my legs, leaving tiny echoes of ecstasy in their wake. I pulled
him up to my lips needing to feel him. Then I pushed him down and
rolled over on top. I tore off his pants in one swift slip. I ran
my hands up his chest and around his neck pulling him closer to me.
I never wanted anybody more than I wanted him at that moment.

He sat up and I wrapped my legs around him. He
slipped his fingers in my hair, pulling me closer and deepening the
kiss, his other hand pressing into my lower back. I could feel his
emotions and how badly he wanted me as much as I wanted him. His
hands started to roam up and down my back leaving the hairs on my
skin to stand straight up. He unhooked my bra and softly pulled it
forward, his eyes never leaving mine. Before I even heard the bra
hit the floor he was pushing me down and climbing on top of me. I
allowed him to explore every inch of my body and with every gentle
caress I let out a tiny moan.

He pulled the sheets back inviting me to join him. I
brushed my hand across his check and he held it there, closing his
eyes. I knew he was nervous, I could feel him shaking. “Shh, it’s
okay,” I whispered, encouraging him to keep going.

“I promise I’ll be gentle.” He kissed me then, taking
away any pain I might have felt. His hips pressed against mine, I
gripped the sheets, gasping. He moved slowly, steady, while his
hand caressed my arms, sides, and face. I never thought I could
ever feel something as powerful as this. He tangled his hand in my
hair and pressed himself closer. I gripped his shoulders, feeling
an explosion of pleasure. I was on a high and I never wanted to
come down.

I ran my hands through his hair and down his back,
pressing him close to me, wanting to feel his skin against mine. It
was like nothing I have ever experienced and I never wanted it to
stop. I kissed him hard and I kissed him fierce. He shook and
quivered and paused to catch his breath. When I thought I couldn’t
take anymore my whole body exploded with a light from within. So
bright it lit up the whole room and just as fast as it came it was
gone.

Tristan’s eyes fell upon me and he smiled. “You are
the most amazing thing in my world.” I smiled as he laid his head
on my chest to catch his breath. I couldn’t stop shivering. My
whole body was quaking from the desire. “Are you cold?”

“No,” I said breathless. I slid down so I was face to
face with him. “This is what you do to me.” I placed his hand over
my racing heart. He took mine and placed it over his. I smiled and
rested my weak head against the pillow.

Chapter 8

“How do you feel?”

“Amazing. I feel like I’m floating on air.”

He smiled and lay back on the bed. I wrapped my arm
around him and laid my head on his chest so I could listen to the
beautiful sound of his heartbeat while he ran his fingers up and
down my back as he sent me into a state of pure bliss. “Thanks for
the shag, but I think I should be leaving now,” Tristan said,
getting up.

I smacked him and he laid back down laughing. “Ha-ha
very funny.”

“I’m scared to fall asleep,” he confessed.

“Why?”

“Because I’m afraid this is all a dream and when I
wake up you’ll be gone.”

I pulled back and looked into his eyes. “You’re not
going to go crazy again are you? You need more blood?”