Counterpart (Succubi & Incubi Assn.)

  Narrowing my eyes, I finally understood what was going on. We were back to three weeks ago, when he wanted me to admit what he always wanted to hear, and fuck I wasn't even going to hesitate on my answer anymore.

  Fuck that, I was almost drowning in my own hormones.

  Staring into those aquamarine quartz's, I said, “I want you and I need you so fucking badly.”

  God, never thought I’d be begging for sex. I’m practically on the receiving end of my own game.

  Forgetting about the stupid fact that we still had our pants on, his hand was quick to move down and push away the offending clothing. It was obvious by the state of his shaft that he was in need of this as me. The pulsing member was quick to touch my flesh, and I was pretty certain that relief was starting to flow through my veins.

  Fuck, he's not even in yet and it feels good.

  “I want to make up for everything that's hurt you in the past,” he said. I felt his tip slowly run along my flesh, teasing at first before pressing against my entrance.

  Grabbing his face between my hands, I moved my hips so his length started to gradually move into me. “You already do that, Tristan,” I said breathlessly, pressing my nose against his. “Every time you're around, you do that.”

  Our lips met once again when he fully pushed into me. It was like I was losing my virginity all over again. The way he stretched me was so new, and I knew it shouldn't be like this. But it was perfect. There was no pain. There was no cherry popping—obviously—but it all felt new. And I guess this really was new for me—for us—because this was completely different to all the other times.

  And if we're being honest, there's so much fucking sexual tension that needs to be settled right now.

  Slowly moving his lips over mine, Tristan slowly slid his length out, making me groan before he moved it back in. It wasn’t long before we found a rhythm that was perfect for us—not slow, but not fast at the same time. Our lips refused to leave each other. Our hands touched anywhere and everywhere that they could.

  My climax was building ultimately and I remembered him telling me to open my eyes in which I obliged. My nails dug into his back as he sunk himself deeper inside me, his thrusts starting to get faster, harder, more urgent. I remembered biting down on his lip when he gripped my hips, continuing to build the heat inside me until I was at the peak.

  And after what felt like hours later, I remembered feeling the effect of pure ecstasy take over him and I, pushing us over the edge of oblivion.

  Twenty-Six – No Handcuffs

  “I love you too,” I murmured, “I know it's a bit delayed, but I do.”

  I was lying flat against his body, the blanket drawn over us like a cocoon. Still fully naked, I was still trying to come down from the ultimate high that I'd received no more than ten minutes ago.

  Tristan lifted his head and looked down at me on his chest, a smile reaching his face before he kissed my head in reply. I rested my cheek on his chest, hearing the soft pump of his heart. There was something about the beat that made me happy and I trailed the tip of my finger over the space where I was sure his heart was. Then something hit me. “Bethany didn't show last night. I actually had an orgasm.”

  The reply I got wasn't what I expected and Tristan's chest lifted as he laughed. “I'm glad I could be of service to you then.”

  “No.” I moved my face so I could look at him. “I mean…” I was unsure if I wanted to say it, but he asked for honesty. “I never really orgasm when I... you know. Usually Bethany takes over and it's like I have no sexual drive. This time I actually did. She didn't show up.”

  I expected Tristan to just stare at me weirdly and question my sanity, but all he did was nod as he stared at the ceiling. “Rosa mentioned something about that.”

  It was me who was staring weirdly at him. “What did she say?”

  I could tell that Tristan didn't want to talk about this, but right now I don't think I wanted to avoid this topic. He sighed. “The reason you lost control last night was because Bethany was frustrated... I don't fully understand it but Rosa said that because we were so close to each other, and the fact that she was getting so many occurrences with... her other half—I guess that's a perfect way to put it—but she got frustrated and she well, takes over.”

  It wasn't surprising. In fact, it pretty much answered a lot of questions. “That's why she's been hungry for the past few weeks, ever since the night of your birthday.”

  “Yep.” He nodded. “It triggered it all.”

  I narrowed my eyes at Tristan. “Rosa seemed to tell you a lot of things.”

  Immune to my facials, he grinned and his eyes flicked to mine. “You were passed out for a while. If it wasn't for Ethan distracting her with the others, we'd probably still be down there.”

  Ethan. I remembered him telling me about my control over Bethany, and how I was supposed to do it and the sudden thought that occurred to me next was nerve-wrecking. “Did you know?”

  “Did I know what?” he asked, confused.

  “Did you know that us having sex was the only way to control her?” I was worried that the answer he was going to give me was just going to make me disappointed in a way. I didn't want the reason he had to have sex with me was because he had to.

  It only seemed to sink in when he nodded his head. Seeing my face, he was quickly placing his hands on my cheeks. “Maya, that's not why I did it though, yes I knew that it would help you but that's not why. I did it because I love you. I would do anything to protect you.”

  It took me a while but I eventually believed him. I really had no reason not to. “Okay.” Slowly, I relaxed into him and he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, feeling content again. “We're like a sappy love story, do you know that?”

  His chest rumbled as he laughed. “Yeah, I can see it. It's always like this at the beginning, sappy and full of sickening lines that will have everyone gagging.” I could see that being us. “Then eventually, we'll reach the stage where bondage gets involved and you voluntarily submit yourself to me in handcuffs and crotch less panties, begging for me to do all these things to you with a lot of objects.”

  My body stiffened. “You're kidding me right?” I moved my head again, purposely digging my chin into his chest. “Don't think you'll ever catch me in handcuffs and don't even get me started on the rest of that shit you just said.” There was no way in Hell that I would get into that BDSM mood. That just wasn't for me. There were people that did enjoy that, but me? No thanks.

  “Don't knock it until you've tried it,” he said.

  “Did you really just say that?” I was shocked yet amused. “Why, Tristan, have you tried bondage?” The familiarity of jealous was hinted inside me and I pushed it away—well tried.

  “I haven't tried it, but isn't that what woman are into these days?” he asked.

  “Some woman,” I corrected. “Just because I'm a succubus and I'm supposed to be really great in bed,” I teased, “doesn't mean I'm into it. It's not me.”

  “Good.” He groaned, turning us so we were both on our sides. “That shit's expensive.”

  “Now you know the price, wow, I'm surprised.” I said, amused.

  He shrugged. “There's a lot that I know.”

  “Like what happened last night.” The words came out before I could think about it and I clamped my mouth shut, but it was already too late. “Sorry, I didn't mean to say that.”

  Good one, Maya, ruin the mood.

  “I want to tell you what happened but I can't.” He sighed, brushing away a piece of hair from my face. “It would really only hurt you in the end. And if I can protect you from nightmares by keeping quiet then I will. Don't ask me to do something I can't do. Ethan said it would all make sense one day. Just be patient.”

  It was going to bug me knowing he was going to keep it from me. Patience was really the only thing I could really hang onto, and just thinking about it was making me impatient.

  “I can tell you one thing though.” My ears p
erked up at this. “You'll eventually find it but it'd probably be best if I told you first. I actually should've told you before but I was so engrossed with pleasing you that it slipped my mind.” I felt his hand move down my back and his fingers drew a familiar line on my right side. “You have a scar right here.”

  “What?” My first reaction was to shove the blankets off. Panicking, I looked down at my side and there it was. A faint line of a scar went from my hip bone and up my side about a few inches. At least I knew why Tristan was kissing my side, but still. “How the hell did I get that?”

  Tristan's finger was still tracing it. “A piece of glass. Rosa managed to heal it fairly quickly. You lost a lot of blood from it, that's why you passed out.”

  Just the fact that I had a scar not only scared me but it really convinced me that something bad happened last night. Then something caught my attention on Tristan's knuckles. “Are those bruises?” I picked his hand up and studied the blue spots that were showing. “I know you get bruised a lot but what the fuck? These look new.”

  He slid his hand away from me and brought them to his face, looking at them with what seemed like... well, nothing. He just looked at them like they were nothing. Finally, after two seconds he shrugged. “I punched Ryan, he moved the second time and I hit the wall.”

  Wait, hold on. “You punched Ryan? What the hell for?” I get that he was a dick, but I never thought Tristan would do that.

  “He's an asshole, Maya. He liked to taunt you. He found pleasure with it. He even loved starting rumors about you and Melinda. I got sick of it last night and well, I punched him.”

  I was stunned by his actions. Ryan deserved the punch, there was no doubt about that. I just never thought that Tristan would get that angry. Ethan's words of me telling Tristan that he did a good job was understandable now.

  My stunned emotion eventually turned into acceptance, and then I found myself pulling the blanket back over us and pressing myself against the man that has always protected me. “Next time you want to punch someone, please let me be there.”

  He hugged me to him again, kissing my forehead. “Promise, actually you might be in luck. I have my match later on tonight.”

  Tonight? I looked over his shoulder towards the clock on my dresser. 4AM. God, the sun was about to come up and now Tristan wants to tell me that he has his match on tonight. Wait. “You're actually going to do the match? You're not mad about...” I wanted to say Geoff, but yet again, I wasn’t sure if it was a subject that should be brought up right now.

  “I thought about it. I thought about giving it up—forfeiting—then I remembered that you did it for me, and if there was one thing Geoff taught me, it was too never let a good thing go. Don't miss a great opportunity, Tristan. If it turns up in front of you, it's most probably fate. If it doesn't and it gets given to someone else, then fucking forget them and move the hell on.”

  I grinned as I moved closer—if that was possible—into him. “He sounds like a really cool guy. I kind of wished I met him, properly that is.”

  He didn't answer me, and I knew that it was still a soft subject for him. I didn't push any further. Instead, I switched to something that I should’ve brought up before we had sex. “Where are Melinda and Daniel by the way?”

  “They went out last night, said that they were giving us the dorm so we could talk. They're staying at Sophia's.”

  Both Melinda and Daniel are staying with her? “Poor Sophia,” I murmured, finding myself pretty distracted by Tristan's chest.

  “Why poor Sophia?” he asked.

  I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his chest, satisfied when I heard his breath quicken. “Daniel's a pervert.”

  Tristan let out a short laugh but it was muffled and quite distant. I looked up to his face and noticed his eyes were now closed, his face buried in the pillow. I shuffled my body up until I was nose to nose with him.

  “I love you.” Even though I knew it sounded sappy, I just wanted to tell him one more time. I guess I just wanted him to know that I did.

  With his eyes closed, he seemed to be really good at navigating to find my lips and he softly kissed them. “I love you too, babe.”

  Twenty-Seven - Secrecy

  “Psssst.” I felt an annoying prod against my cheek and my hand moved up instinctively to wave it away.

  “Psssst.” The poke was harder now, and it actually annoyed me enough to snap my eyes open, glaring at the female annoyance.

  Melinda stood there, grinning away at the scene in front of her, and just with pure Melinda fashion, she decided to do hand actions. At first, I was confused by the way she pointed at me then at Tristan—who was still happily asleep judging by his breathing patterns. With one hand she formed the shape of a circle while the other was placing two fingers into the circle.

  By this time, I was caught up.

  “Seriously?” I mouthed to her, not wanting Tristan to wake up to my best friend wanting to know if we had sex last night.

  She nodded eagerly, changing up her signals which now involved her thrusting her hips in mid-air.

  She has got to be kidding me.

  All I could do was watch her make an idiot of herself, when inside I was laughing so hard. She could be a real idiot sometimes but it didn't mean that I was going to tell her anything, yet.

  It wasn't long before she realized that I wasn't saying anything and before I knew it, she was pulling the blanket up enough to see that I was naked. The coy grin on her face made me glare at her, and then she brought her face close to mine. “I bet he was good,” she whispered.

  More than good actually. I wasn't going to tell her that. And after that stunt, I don't think I ever will now. Moving my face closer to hers until we were nose to nose, I smiled. “Go away before I punch you.”

  She moved back, her palms up. “Don't need to be a hater, Maya. I’m just trying to make conversation.” She turned on her heel and proceeded to walk out of my room. “Sorry for wanting to know how my best friend was feeling.”

  When the door shut behind her, I felt the hard chest behind me vibrate. “You have a good taste in friends.”

  Embarrassed by Melinda's eagerness to finding out about my sex life, I turned my head, seeing Tristan's blue eyes opened slightly but showing the obvious sign that he had just woken up. I groaned, bringing my hand up to cover my face. “She's interesting, I can say that much.”

  I felt him bury his face into the crook of my neck, mumbling something that didn't reach my ears.

  “What?” I asked.

  “I said,” he said clearer, but still had his face buried. “Was I good?”

  Pressing my lips together, I felt the laugh rise from chest before my battle to keep it down failed. “Are you seriously asking me that?”

  “Yeah,” he replied, “just wondering what you were going to tell her. That's all.”

  Curious about his own curiosity, I moved away from him so I could see his face. I sensed a form of shyness when his eyes were once again closed. “You think that I'm going to tell Melinda that you were bad?”

  “No,” he sighed, his arm reaching around my waist to pull me back to him. “I'm just saying that girls do talk about these things. I was just wondering.”

  I couldn't deny that girls did talk. We were much more open about these things. Males? I wasn't entirely sure—well, human males. Daniel was pretty open. “Are you going to talk to Noah about it, you know, put it on a rating scale of 1 to 10?”

  I heard him snort. “Even if I did, I'd say the truth.”

  “And that is?” I asked.

  Moving his head until he was finally looking at me, he smiled, brushing his lips against mine. “That you're off the scale.”

  “Wow, that's cheesy, Tristan,” I said, not complaining about his answer in general.

  “I told you.” He kissed me, slowly running his lips over mine. “It's sappy at first, and then we'll get to the more... raunchy things.”

  “Mhm,” I smirked when I felt something
extremely pleasant rest on my thigh. “Good morning, Woody.”

  “Really?” He laughed. “Just when we were going through the sappy moment too. Thank you for ruining Toy Story by the way.”

  I grinned, leaning up to kiss him again. God, I can't get enough of these lips. “I better go talk to Mel and Dan. They're probably eager to hear what happened, even though I don't even know myself.” I slowly started to move out from underneath the blanket, only to be reminded that I was completely nude. “Um.” I felt the bed move but I was too busy trying to look for my shirt—anything that will cover myself. I don't think it would be entirely appropriate to just walk out naked.

  Something white appeared in front of me and I looked to see Tristan's shirt being held out by non-other than Tristan himself.

  Oh, hello butterflies.

  I felt like an amateur staring at the shirt as if it's like a new discovery. It'd be a lie if I said that I'd received a shirt from some guy, and I know that I'm making a really big deal about this right now but this honestly hadn't happened before.

  Oh man. There are so many things I don't know.

  Taking the shirt from his hand, I sat up and slid my arms into the sleeves. Instantly, my nose welcomed the familiar musk scent that came with Tristan, and not only did I enjoy the feel of the fabric on my skin but it actually felt comfortable. Obviously I wasn't perfectly fitted for it, so it ran all the way under my ass, but I couldn't care.

  Holy shit, I’m actually wearing Tristan's shirt.

  Oh my God, I'm really an amateur.

  Put me in a room with desperate males—begging for a release—and I'll be fine. Put me in a room with one man, who has devoted his love for me, hugged me tightly while we slept, and even managed to stay in my bed longer than anyone but myself and I'd be lost, totally unsure on what to do.

  I had the decency to button the shirt up, the sleeves already rolled so I didn't have to bother with them, and I quickly found my panties and put them on, walking out of the room before Tristan noticed how new I was at this whole thing.