Chapter 969: Chapter 962 - Your Sick Joke

He surrendered willingly, not wanting to ruin the impression he had so carefully crafted in Tristan's mind.

Each thrust from Tristan was a forceful declaration, his cock stretching and claiming the blond in a relentless rhythm. 

The man's overwhelming scent was a potent reminder of who had staked his claim. 

The sensation was both intense and painful, a visceral reminder for the blond that this Enigma body he now inhibited would forever bear the mark of the Pureblood Alpha who had claimed it.

As Tristan pounded into him, the blond's moans and gasps filled the room, mingling with the sounds of their frantic coupling. 

Tristan's grip was unyielding, his hands holding the blond's hips firmly as he drove deeper, more forcefully. 

The blond's body responded with a mixture of involuntary pleasure and reluctant acceptance, each thrust carving the imprint of Tristan's dominance deeper into his being.