Even after Tristan returned to the estate, he and a few of his most trusted talked for nearly four hours straight concerning the intentions of the Converted. Since Jack Osborne was dead, no one could anticipate what that would mean. Would the Converted follow in the footsteps of a very unstable Jovan or would they become an uncivilized bunch of animals, bringing attention to our very existence?

We all knew there were more Converted wolves out there in our territories, so everyone had to be cautious.

I had to admit. I didn’t expect Tristan to overpower Osborne, but I guess he went in with his shit together and backup plans to boot. When he brought Jack’s head in a straw bag and threw it down at Aris’s feet, we were shocked. Revenge had been served for all the women that had suffered as a result of Osborne’s games.

Since we'd been working on the spell before their return, it took Aris, Alessia, and I under an hour to perfect the elements that would make up the cure. The secret was in the blood of Osborne himself as confirmed when Tristan took in his blood. We used that, Tristan's blood, and other elements to finalize what we called an anti-venom.

I had been mad as hell after discovering that Tristan had risked his life to put an end to Jack Osborne and his destructiveness, but as soon as I saw him walking across the grounds from the tarmac, I knew I couldn’t stay mad for long.

I reeled silently in disapproval the rest of the evening while he and his men held a discussion. Tristan had enough going on right now. I couldn't bear the thought of sending any negative energy his way for doing what only came naturally to him—protecting what he cherished. So like the dutiful wife I hoped to become one day, I watched as Tristan's leadership abilities led the men to an amicable conclusion.

Tristan said a few words to Dinsel by his office door. They agreed to meet tomorrow afternoon, and then Tristan closed the door.

I stood by the windows, looking more at my reflection than the sunset fading in the distance.

“You must be tired,” I said, finally breaking the silence.

I didn’t turn around, but I could feel him coming near. When he wrapped his big, warm arms around me, I became like putty against him. I couldn’t resist his touch, no matter how worried or troubled I was.

“You’re tired too. I can sense it.” He kissed the back of my head and then lifted my hair and pressed his lips to the back of my neck.

“I’ve decided not to argue and tell you how angry I was today when I discovered you were gone.” I swallowed. “I was more scared than angry. And I know you didn’t tell me what you planned because you knew I’d try to come with you.”

“The battlefields are no place for my Queen to be.”

“No? But what if something happened to you…what if…”

”What did I tell you before, Elisa? I survive. It's what I know. I also protect what's mine. I had to eliminate this threat before things worsened,” he said.

I closed my eyes, letting my body relax as he kissed my bare skin over and over again. “I know.”

“Sometimes you’ll have to watch me be the predestined Alpha I am to protect the Queen I hold dear.”

I spun around, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“I love you too, Elisa,” he said.

I claimed his lips, twining my tongue with his, delighting in the warm satisfaction of being in his arms. By the time I was down ravaging him with my mouth, we were both panting with desire. He grabbed my ass, pushing my hips forward. He was big and hard against me already. I could feel my pussy throbbing against the fabric of jeans.

Tristan's nose flared when he caught scent of my arousal. His lips were on me again, trailing down the side of my neck. I moaned and let my head fall back against the window. His thickness was pressed against my belly, his hands cupping my ass in an attempt to hold me against him. I'd experienced him like this before. He was most aggressive right after he'd released anger on an enemy.

I lifted my chin up, allowing him free access to my neck and the tops of my breasts, crying out whenever he nipped me with his canines.

He fisted my shirt in his hands, gathering them until the hem was balled into his fists. He dragged the garment over my head and tossed it to the side. I finished undressing in front of him. Yanking down my zipper and stepping out of my jeans. I reached around my back, unhooked my bra, and let that fall to the floor between us.

He stepped back to look at me for a split second. In his reflection, I saw my own. I hungered for him. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, his gaze roaming up and down me, pulsing as he admired my soaking wet sex.

I grabbed him by the collar, jerked him forward, and unbuttoned his shirt. While he pulled his arms out of his top, I worked on ridding him of his belt and his pants. He crushed his lips to mine once more as he kicked off his shoes.

He traced my nipples with his fingers and said, “Sometimes I don’t think I deserve you. Like this.”

“You do deserve me,” I said. “What do you mean…like this? I give myself to you.”

“Do I deserve you in this lifetime?” he asked, dragging the pad of his thumb across my nipple.

“Oh Tristan,” I sighed. “Don’t question whether you deserve me or not? Because I know you do. Just like I want and need you. Just in case you haven’t figured it out yet, I like my men experienced.” I slipped my hand around the back of his neck and led his mouth to my breast.

With a deep groan, his lips closed in around my nipple. His hand found the source of my heat. He pressed his thumb against my clit, running his fingers back and forth along my slit and then around my clit. I gasped as heated desire filtered between us. My veins burned hot, like molten lava. I shuddered beneath his touch and I knew he felt my juices draining in his palm.

He lifted his mouth to mine right before bringing his hand up between us. Probably torn between kissing me and licking my sweet juices from my fingers, he alternated between both. Soon, we were both licking his fingers. He thrust his finger in and out between my lips, mimicking the actions that I hoped came next.

Hot shifter up against me. Cold surface against my back. The sensation was erotic.

Without saying a word, Tristan hooked an arm under my knee and held it up against his waist. I was more than ready to receive him, so I wrapped my legs around his waist.

“Look at you, Elisa…look at how your pussy creams for me.”

I looked down between us, at our bodies as we met in the center. He fixed the head of his cock against my sex and slid into me teasingly slow. My fingernails dug into his back and I thrust my hips forehead begging for more of him. He kept it up—slow, deliberate thrusts that sent me dangerously near the edge. I couldn't even imagine what was going through the minds of any onlookers we had below since the office window overlooked the courtyard, but I didn't care. The only thing that mattered was that I felt safe, secure, and loved in Tristan's arms.

He parted his feet, planting them solidly on the floor, and then began thrusting with real power. The force of it sent my other foot up off the ground and I wrapped that leg around him too. My back was flattened against the glass. My breasts were molded to his chest. He drove in and out of me with a determination that rocked my core.

I climaxed, and he hammered into me hard through my breaking point, gripping my ass cheeks with his fingers. Just when I thought he couldn’t go any deeper, he tilted my hips, pulled all the way out of me, and then impaled me over and over again with heated abandon.

“Tristan!” Every time his cock-head reached the ultimate end of me, I screamed. “Fuck me just like that, Tristan.”

“Yes,” he growled. “Gods, yes, Elisa.”

My pussy milked him as another orgasm built up in my core. I thought he was going to fuck me into oblivion for eternity, but then his body began to shake. He groaned and grunted, pounding me deep to reach his release.

One of the sexiest things about Tristan was the way he looked in the heat of the moment. The way he growled when he was out of control. The way he bit his lip when he was about to burst. I rode the wave with him, my powers surging within me and around us. Finally, he let go, enabling his seed to wash the walls of my womb.

With a final moan, he relaxed and sagged against me. As much as I wanted to remain this way, our bodies were depleted of energy. I slid my legs down him until my feet were planted on the floor.

Tristan stepped backward, taking me with him. Instead of toppling over on the floor, he sat on the edge of his desk and pulled me between his thighs.

His mouth descended on my lips, and the kiss that followed was sweet and tender.

“You know what I could really use right now,” he asked, dragging his fingers through my hair.

There was a low rumbling in his belly and he grinned.

I giggled. “What’s that?”

“Some homemade Twilight Quiche.”

I looked at my wristwatch. “It’s not quite twilight yet, but I have worked up quite an appetite too.”