“Dormant?” I asked, but I couldn’t wrap my head around what he was saying. I felt no presence of a wolf, nothing.
“It could just be you reacting to the bond. We weren’t going to tell you but decided last night we didn’t want any more secrets between us. Things are hard enough without us all hiding things from each other.” I let out a breath but refused to get excited about the possibility of having a wolf.
“Are you upset?” Tyson asked, but I shook my head. I wasn’t upset; I wasn’t anything. I was feeling rather neutral about the idea of having a wolf. I hadn’t had one, so it wasn’t like I could miss it if it were just a reaction from the bond.
“I’m fine. I just wasn’t expecting you to say that,” I told him, and he nodded, leaning back on the headboard.
“When will Ace be back?”
“Early in the morning,” Tyson said, closing his eyes. I moved closer, resting my head on his chest. He pulled me closer before pressing his lips to my head.
“Are you hungry? You haven’t had dinner yet?”
“No, not for food anyway,” I told him, and he looked down at me before pulling me higher and on top of him. I straddled his waist, my hands on his stomach, and he tugged his shirt off over his head before sitting up straighter.
“You can feed on me. There aren’t any blood bags here,” he told me, and I felt my gums tingle as the bloodlust started to take over. His hands went to my hips, pulling me closer to him, and I felt his hands trail up my sides, sparks rushing over me. I moaned softly before being able to stop myself. My bloodlust turned to arousal. Tyson’s eyes flickered at the noise I made, Tyrant pressing forward for a second before his eyes returned to their normal silver.
Tyson cleared his throat, though the sound was more like a growl, and his hands moved lower away from my skin, but I grabbed them, pushing them back where they were. My breathing hitched as I felt the sparks ignite on my skin again, making me shiver. I held his hands there for a second before letting him go. Tyson stared at me questionably, but I knew he could feel my arousal through the bond, yet he was still unsure about touching me.
His hands gently trailed up and down my sides, and I closed my eyes at the feel of his touch, loving how gentle he was when his grip tightened suddenly on my hips, making my eyes open to see Tyrant had forced his way forward.
“Tyrant, give Tyson control back,” I told him. His look made a shiver run down my spine when he leaned forward, kissing me harshly. His hand tangled in my hair as he tilted my head back, nipping and sucking on my skin; his wolf was not gentle. My scalp burned as he pulled my hair, and I pushed on his shoulders, pushing him back, reminding myself this wasn’t Tyson but his wolf.
“Tyrant, give Tyson control, please,” I breathed out before hissing as his canines grazed my shoulder before he ran them over my mark, making me moan. His arm around my waist was crushing me as he drew me closer to him. I could feel Tyson fighting for control back, but Tyrant was relentless, and I could feel his need to complete the mating process through the bond.
“Tyrant, don’t do this to Tyson,” I snapped at him, becoming annoyed at his wolf. I knew Tyson was a virgin like me, and it wouldn’t be fair for his wolf to take this from him.
Tyrant whimpered and pulled away. His grip on my hair let go, and I looked at him. Tyson’s chest rose and fell rapidly with each breath he took. Yet the demonic look in his eyes told me Tyrant was still in control.
“I want you, you mine,” Tyrant growled menacingly, possessively, which stunned me. Before realizing he was jealous Ace would take me. Tyson wasn’t the jealous type; clearly, his wolf was, though.
“Ace isn’t here. Now give Tyson back control, Tyrant.” I told him. He growled, but I watched him recede before Tyson’s eyes returned to their normal silver. He let out a breath, his cheeks burning, and I found it cute that he was embarrassed by his wolf’s actions.
“Lucy, I’m sor—” My lips cut his apology off when I kissed him. After a few seconds, Tyson kissed me back, his hand cupping the back of my neck as he deepened the kiss, his tongue playing with mine. I rolled my hips against him. I could feel his erection through his boxer shorts pressing against me, and Tyson pulled away.
“Lucy, we can wait. Don’t let Tyrant get to you.” But I shook my head, pecking his lips.
“I don’t want to wait,” I told him.
“You want to?” he asked, unable to hide his shock or mask his expression; he almost looked scared.
“Lucy, maybe you should let Ace,” he said, but I shook my head, realizing he was just as nervous as I was, which was okay by me because I had no idea what I was doing either.
“No, Tyson. Ace can wait. I want it to be you,” I told him, and his gaze softened.
“Are you sure?” he asked, and I leaned down, pressing my lips to his softly.
“Positive,” I whispered against his lips. He groaned, his tongue slipping into my mouth as he pulled me closer before flipping us so I was on my back, Tyson’s lips not leaving mine.
Chapter fifty-nine
Tyson’sweightpresseddownon me, and I could hear his heart rate jackhammering in his chest. I felt his nervousness seep into me, and I was glad I wasn’t the only one filled with this much anxiety. Tyson's hands glided over my skin, and I could feel the tremble in them, feel his hesitation which removed all my discomfort, knowing he was trusting me as much as I was trusting him, making me content, knowing I was making the right decision.
I pushed on his shoulder, and he sat up, kneeling between my legs. Sitting up, I tugged my shirt off over my head when I felt Tyson’s hand grip the waistband of my pants. I lifted my butt so he could remove them, and he dropped them off the side of the bed before staring down at me, his eyes flickering. I knew he was struggling with his wolf.
“Maybe it's better if you wait for Ace, Lucy. He knows what he is doing,” Tyson said, his hands running from my knees to my thighs softly.
I leaned forward, pecking his lips while unclipping my bra. “Why are you so nervous?” I mumbled around his lips.