Tristan laughed, before he turned back to me. ''Ty's going to kill me,'' He told me, shaking his head, and looking guilty as he pulled the top of his pants back up, ''I'm going to blame you though. I swear, you're not a pure Lycan. You must be part Siren.''
I giggled, ''A very frustrated Siren,'' I pouted, as I ran y hand down his chest, ''You got off, but I didn't.''
Tristan blushed slightly again as he turned fully and sat beside me, ''Should I... Can I touch you?''
''I hope you will.'' I smirked and spread my legs, but when Tristan looked unsure, I took his hand and moved it between my legs, ''Touch here, just rub slowly and start to speed up when I tell you.''
Tristan was a natural. His instincts took over. His touch deliberate and rhythmic as he began to move his fingers in pleasu
