The Biker Alpha Who Became My Second Chance Mate Chapter 129

I watched the way he moved on his bike, the way he leaned into the turns and controlled the machine like it was an extension of his body.

He was beautiful and dangerous and mine, and watching him race again made something primal wake up inside me.

He looked back at me once and even though I couldn't see his face I felt the connection between us pull taut.

It was more than just the mate bond, it was everything we'd been through together and everything we were to each other.

My body yearned for his in a way that had nothing to do with magic and everything to do with love and desire and need.

I pushed my bike harder, trying to catch up to him. He stayed just ahead of me but I could tell he was letting me get closer.

We raced like that for miles, me chasing him and him letting me almost catch him before pulling ahead again.

When he finally slowed down I pulled up beside him and we cruised side by side. He reached out and his hand found mine in the space between our bikes.

Even through our gloves I felt the heat of his touch and it sent a shiver through me that had nothing to do with the wind.

We rode until the sun started to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink and purple.

By then I was exhausted but in the best way possible, the kind of tired that comes from doing something you love with someone you love.

"My place?" Tristan asked through the helmet comm and his voice was rough with promise.

"Yeah," I said and I couldn't keep the want out of my voice.

We rode through town as the streetlights started to come on, taking the familiar route to Tristan's apartment.

My whole body was buzzing with adrenaline and anticipation. Every time I looked over at him I felt the pull stronger, felt the need building inside me until it was almost painful.

When we pulled into the parking garage of his building, the rumble of the engines echoed off the concrete walls before dying into silence.

We both got off our bikes and removed our helmets. Tristan's hair was messy, sticking up in different directions from being confined, and his eyes were dark with desire.

When he looked at me I felt the air between us crackle with tension, my breath hitched at how intensely he was staring at me.

He didn't say anything at first, just stood there looking at me like he was memorizing every detail of my face.

His chest was rising and falling faster than normal and I knew it wasn't from the ride. The way his gaze moved over me, slow and deliberate, made heat pool low in my stomach.

He walked towards me slowly, taking his time, and I couldn't move.

My feet felt rooted to the ground and my heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it.

Each step he took made the anticipation build until I thought I might explode from the tension alone.

When he finally reached me, he didn't touch me right away. He just stood there, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from his body, close enough that I had to tilt my head back to look up at him.

His eyes searched mine and I saw everything there, the love and the want and the need that mirrored what I was feeling.

"I've been wanting to do this all day," he said, his voice low and rough in a way that made my knees weak.

"Then do it," I whispered, barely able to get the words out.

His hands moved to my waist, slow and deliberate, his fingers spreading across my sides like he was savoring the feel of me beneath his palms.

He pulled me against him, not roughly but with purpose, and I felt every line of his body press against mine. The contact sent electricity shooting through me and I gasped softly.

He lowered his head, taking his time, and I watched his eyes darken even more as he got closer. When his lips finally touched mine it was soft and gentle, almost tentative, like he was asking permission even though we both knew I'd give him anything.

I melted into him, my hands coming up to rest on his chest. I could feel his heart pounding beneath my palms, as wild and frantic as my own.

The kiss was sweet at first, full of love and tenderness and all the things we felt for each other that were too big for words.

But I wanted more. I needed more. I pressed closer to him and parted my lips slightly, deepening the kiss just a fraction. Tristan groaned low in his throat and the sound sent a shiver down my spine.

His hands tightened on my waist, his fingers digging in slightly, and I felt his restraint starting to crack.

I slid my hands up his chest to his shoulders and then around his neck, threading my fingers through his hair. It was soft and still slightly damp with sweat from the ride.

I tugged gently and he made that sound again, that low groan that made everything inside me tighten with want.

The kiss grew deeper, more urgent. His tongue traced along my lower lip and I opened for him without hesitation.

When our tongues met I felt it all the way down to my toes, felt the mate bond flare to life between us and amplify everything we were feeling. It wasn't just desire anymore, it was need, pure and primal and overwhelming.

Tristan's hands slid from my waist down to my hips and he pulled me even tighter against him. I could feel every inch of him pressed against me and it still wasn't close enough.

I wanted to crawl inside his skin, wanted to be so close that there was no separation between us at all.

His mouth moved against mine with increasing desperation and I matched him, kiss for kiss, touch for touch.

My fingers tightened in his hair and he made a sound that was almost a growl. One of his hands moved from my hip to slide up my back, his palm hot even through the fabric of my dress.

When his fingers reached the back of my neck he held me there, not roughly but possessively, like he was claiming me.

I broke the kiss to breathe, gasping for air, but Tristan didn't let me go far. His forehead pressed against mine and I could feel his breath coming hard and fast against my lips.

We stayed like that for a moment, both of us trembling with the effort of holding back.

"We should get inside," he said, his voice strained and rough.

"Yeah," I agreed but neither of us moved.

His thumb stroked along my jaw, soft and gentle, such a contrast to the tension in his body. I turned my head slightly and kissed his palm, feeling him shudder at the contact.

His eyes were so dark they looked almost black and the way he was looking at me made me feel like I was burning up from the inside out.

He kissed me again, softer this time but no less intense. It was slow and deep and full of promise, full of everything that was going to happen once we got inside.

I felt his restraint in the way his hands stayed carefully on my waist and back, felt how much he was holding himself in check. But I also felt the tremors running through him, felt the barely controlled desire that matched my own.

When we finally broke apart we were both breathing hard. He took my hand and laced our fingers together and we walked towards his door. Every few steps he would glance at me and I would catch him looking and the heat in his eyes made my stomach flip.

I got to the last step, and looked back at him. The step felt too long today, and I didn't know why.

His hand's moved to my face as he caresses it slowly, I sucked on my breathe.

Tristan touch always does something to me, I don't think I'd ever get use to it.

He took a closer step, closing the gap between us and pressed me gently against the the stairway, his hands going to my face, cupping my cheeks with a tenderness that made my chest ache.

He kissed me again slowly, our tongue wrapping around each other. My two hands held unto the stairway tightly, grounding myself.

His mouth moved over mine with purpose and I kissed him with the same want.

It's just days, but it feels like months, even years.

One of his hands slid from my face into my hair, his fingers tangling in the strands and tugging slightly. The small bite of pain mixed with the pleasure and made me gasp against his mouth.

He took advantage of my parted lips and deepened the kiss even more. His tongue swept against mine and I felt my knees go weak.

If he hadn't been holding me against the stairway I might have collapsed. His other hand moved from my face down to my neck and then lower, tracing along my collarbone through the fabric of my dress.

I pulled at his jacket, wanting it off, needing to feel more of him.

He helped me push it off his shoulders without breaking the kiss, both of us fumbling with it until it fell to the floor.

My hands went immediately to his chest, sliding over the hard muscles through his shirt.

I didn't know how we moved and now but I could feel my back against the wall, neither of us breaking the kiss.

My right leg raised to his torso as he held me down while still messing with my senses.

I could feel his heart racing beneath my palms, could feel the heat of his skin even through the fabric.

His mouth left mine and moved to my neck, kissing along my jaw and down to the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder.

When his teeth grazed the skin there I made a sound I didn't recognize, something between a gasp and a moan. His hands went to my waist, gripping tight, and I felt him shaking with the effort of controlling himself.

"Tristan," I breathed and his name came out like a plea.

He made a sound that was almost a growl and kissed his way back up to my mouth. This kiss was different, harder and more demanding.

His hands slid down to my hips towards where I was dripping for him.

His finger settles above my pussy like he was checking the temperature or how wet I was for him. I couldn't couldn't figure out which, because I couldn't even gather my thoughts.

The contact made everything inside me tighten with need, desperation and want.

I wanted him inside of me, wanted him to fuck me. But I Tristan, he wouldn't.

He wouldn't fuck me easily. If he wanted to, he'd have done it at Orion's place. Not that I'd refuse.

I'd sex Tristan no matter where we are, I don't give a fuck.

You would too if you were in my position.

"Oh... my" I moaned as my head moved backward and my eyes rolled upward.

His hands plays with my clit and felt like I was no longer in this planet.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck Tristan" he looked at me with a teasing smile.

"That's exactly what I plan to do all night, love. I plan to fuck you till you can't move no more" my pussy constricted painfully at his dirty words.