Chapter 19 - Jace
With Killian and Renz both fearing that the dark energy was affecting them, Owen and I took over more of the pack's responsibilities. They spent the day at the office, with our trusted seconds keeping an eye on them in case of any violent changes. Hopefully, the reduced pressure would help sort things out. I wasn’t convinced it was the dark energy and not just stress.
Nighttime had a different sort of stress.
Now that I knew Jasmine was open to more sex, I couldn’t help but fantasize about it when I got home.
Killian and Renz were both in agreement to hold back for the time being, and we had collectively agreed to wait until they were confident enough in themselves.
Oh, but it was difficult. I kept thinking of ways in which we could technically obey the agreement while also getting satisfaction. More than once, I fell asleep daydreaming about having my face buried between Jasmine’s thighs.
I had considered different reasons why this marriage might end up sexless, but having two of my fellow alphas holding back wasn’t one of them. At most, I’d expected Owen to be the one who didn’t want intimacy with Jasmine.
Not that Killian and Renz didn’t want intimacy. Their desire for her was obvious; it was just that they were more worried about her safety than their own sexual satisfaction.
Several days later, I was working in my office, trying to sort through the massive problems that we’d apparently run into with the omega housing project.
A knock on the door made me look up. Jasmine entered, smiling as she put my lunch pack on the desk. “You forgot this.”
“Thanks. I’ve just been distracted with the omega project.”
Jasmine rounded the desk and leaned against me. “What’s wrong?”
“The troublemakers we ran into at the bar left the territory, but their pack pulled out entirely. We were sourcing our lumber from them, so now we have to find a new source, but we picked them because they were in our budget,” I explained.
“Why don’t I look into this?” Jasmine said, looking over the numbers I’d been crunching. “I can talk with Penny and see if maybe Burgess has a portable mill that we can use to make our own lumber. I’m sure that if she asked her alphas for a discount, they’d be happy to help out.”
A slow smile spread over my face. “You’d do that for me?”
Jasmine bumped her shoulder into mine. “Well, it’s not entirely for you. I mean, I am also looking to take care of the other omegas, right?”
“You’ll also be taking a load off my plate.”
She smiled, her eyes brightening. “And I’m happy to help.”
And she did. With her connection to Penny, Burgess not only lent us a portable mill, through which we were able to produce a good amount of the lumber, but the rest of it we purchased from them at a steep discount, with the arrangement that the Burgess pack would be granted access to our periphery territory for one month to forage different plants.
In the process, Penny and Jasmine arranged a time when they would do their foraging together, both of them thrilled at the prospect.
The next week went by with little difficulty. Killian and Renz grew more optimistic that it was stress and not the darkness making them act off.
Even after they started to slowly take on more work, Jasmine insisted that she continue to help.
As it turned out, she was amazing with numbers and took over auditing several of the budgets.
Remarkably, she found an extra few thousand dollars that had been earmarked for a project that never ended up happening, and then she saved us a bundle on her town gardening project by inspiring pack members from all the different orders to volunteer their time.
Things were looking up, although we had an unusual number of pack members getting colds this year. Jasmine strove extra hard with her gardens, planting herbs and tending to other plants. She picked a lot of herbs and dried them, then made various teas for the sick pack members.
We were all out with her at the garden boxes—which we’d put together little by little in our spare time—one evening, working in the soil. I had to move slowly, still unsure of which plants were herbs and which were weeds. Meanwhile, Jasmine moved swiftly, tending, pruning, digging in the dirt.
“It’s amazing watching you,” Killian said. “You really know your stuff, don’t you?”
“I’ve been gardening all my life,” Jasmine answered.
I smiled at my own garden box, then hesitated. Were those fine, feathery sprouts chamomile or something I should yank out?
“Ouch!” Jasmine cried. My head jerked up in time to see her shears hit the ground. She held her finger in one hand and grimaced at it.
I rushed over to see a swell of blood appear in a thin, long cut the length of her finger. My wolf growled, and I quickly seized her hand and pulled her toward the house.
“We need the first aid kit,” I said.
Killian rushed on ahead as Owen and Renz hastily picked up our tools so they wouldn’t rust.
“It’s not that bad,” Jasmine protested.
I swept her into my arms and carried her to the common room, ignoring the way she huffed and sighed as though we were making a big deal out of nothing.
Killian brought the first aid kit, and we all gathered around her.
Renz stroked her calf while I cleaned the cut.
Owen held her other hand, whispering reassurances.
Killian made sure everything was ready before I needed it.
“You are all being ridiculous,” Jasmine huffed. “It’s not that bad.”
Renz took off her shoes and started to massage her feet. “Let us take care of you, Jasmine.”
Owen rubbed her shoulders, and Jasmine leaned into them both, sighing as her eyes fluttered shut. I finished putting the bandage on and kissed over it, then the middle of her palm. She tasted of dirt from the garden.
I couldn’t help it and kissed her wrist, up her arm, and to her elbow. Jasmine’s eyes opened again, and she stared at me with heated eyes.
“We should shower first,” Killian said.
I didn’t have to ask what he meant. The air had shifted around us, full of tension and need. Just like that, it felt impossible to resist anymore. I leaned in, catching Jasmine’s mouth with mine. She groaned, pressing up tighter to me.
“Shower,” Renz said, getting to his feet. “We can’t have our dirty hands all over her.”
I wasn’t sure how we made it upstairs, but we did. We even managed to shower in our own bathrooms before the four of us alphas converged in Jasmine’s room again. She’d left the door open and lay on the bed, wearing nothing but a smile. The sight of her made my cock twitch.
“You are just too beautiful,” Killian said as he entered the room first. “You look like a goddess like that.”
Jasmine’s face flushed, and her smile widened. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulders, strategically placed to hide her gorgeous breasts from us. She had her legs crossed just the right way to show she wasn’t wearing underwear, but still not show us anything else.
I pressed forward eagerly, kneeling on the bed. The four of us all jostled for position, and Jasmine laughed as she lifted herself to her elbows.
“Are we all sure?” she asked, pressing one hand to Renz’s abdomen while Owen leaned closer and nuzzled her neck. “I know we haven’t talked about it again or discussed how things are meant to go.”
“We don’t have to discuss how things are meant to go,” I told her.
At this, Renz nodded. “We’d say if we were still worried. You can trust us.”
Jasmine wrapped her hand over the back of his neck and brought him down for a kiss. Their tongues slid, visible, into each other’s mouths. I grinned as I settled myself lower, opening her thighs. My body throbbed, wanting satisfaction, but I had something else I had been more than eager to do.
I kissed up her inner thigh, languid as I explored her soft skin with my lips and tongue.
Jasmine moaned as she and Renz kept kissing.
Killian massaged her breasts, kneading them between his hands before he bent over and took one nipple into his mouth.
Owen wriggled his way to her opposite side and traced his tongue over her collarbone.
I watched for a moment, but I couldn’t stay distracted for long.
As they touched and kissed her, I focused on my goal.
The sweet, musky scent of her arousal filled my lungs as I made my way up.
I teased her at first, kissing around her precious spot, but as she lifted her hips, rolling toward me, I delved in.
My tongue laved at her, the taste of her bursting on my tongue.
Her hips rocked upwards again, and I wedged my hands beneath her buttocks, lifting her for better access.
She was hot beneath my tongue. Her thighs encased my shoulders, and I felt the flex of the muscles that ran the length of her legs.
I found her clit with my tongue and circled it once, then pressed deeper to rub my lower lip over it.
I was rewarded with a shudder and a sigh.
Renz reached down, sliding one of his hands under her thigh.
He lifted her open, giving me more room.
I took advantage of it by sealing my lips over her clit.
I wrote first my name into her, then Killian’s, Renz’s, and finally Owen’s.
By the time I was done, she was writhing beneath me, held in place by the other three as she grasped at their bodies, moaning and twitching.
I slid two fingers into her, testing her, and her pussy walls instantly clamped down over me.
Her back arched, and as I gave her clit one more hard lick, she let out a soft groan that climaxed into a cry.
I eased back, licking her essence off my lips. My fingers curled inside of her, gently encouraging the orgasm while being aware that she would need the stamina to take us all again.
When she had come down, she pulled Renz closer and pushed him onto his back.
We all laughed as she climbed over him, breasts swaying.
I wrapped my hand around myself, stroking lightly as she took a moment to meet each of our eyes and smile at us before easing herself down, pulling Renz inside of her.
He let out a throaty moan as his hands clenched her hips.
“This time, I’m having all of you,” Jasmine murmured, running her hands down his chest. She arched herself, testing different ways to grind and rotate before she settled on a steady rhythm, pumping him in and out of her.
I loved the way she smiled at him. I loved the way her breasts bounced and the way she moaned and whimpered as the pleasure built in her.
Jasmine threw back her head, let out a strangled cry, and collapsed forward. She panted as the aftershocks took her. Renz let out a deep, throaty groan, and I knew he’d climaxed, too. My hand moved faster, the tightness and pressure in my cock more than I could take.
She let out another little sigh and reached over, taking Killian into one hand and then Owen in the other. She stroked them languidly, and watching the way their cocks throbbed beneath her fingers was enough to do me in. Owen finished, cupping his hand over his tip to avoid making a mess.
I finished into a tissue as my cock knotted. Jasmine wrapped her hand around my knot, feeling it gently as she stroked Killian to completion on her other side. Renz kissed her shoulders, his cock still lodged firmly inside of her.
We dozed together, and when Renz’s knot had softened enough for Jasmine to climb off him, she tugged Owen down.
Once more, she was on top of him, riding him.
He sat against the headboard, unlike how Renz lay on his back, and murmured words of encouragement as they bucked together.
It was more frenzied than it had been with Renz.
Jasmine held on to the headboard behind Owen’s head, her knuckles white as she threw her head back in ecstasy.
“Fuck, I could watch you two for hours,” I breathed, stroking myself again. Just seeing the way they looked at each other, pleasure and passion mixed together, made me hard.
I’d never considered before how I’d feel sharing a mate, but if I had, I would have assumed jealousy was something that I’d have to deal with.
The opposite was true. I loved watching her find her completion, first with Owen, then with Killian.
I climaxed every time, shortly after she did, almost as though her orgasm triggered my own.
She winced a little when she climbed on me, and I grasped her thighs, rubbing soothing circles into her skin.
“It’s alright if you need to be done for the night,” I assured her.
“My thighs are a little sore, but I’m okay,” she promised.
She proved her point by taking me into her.
Her wet heat sucked me in, bringing me halfway to orgasm just like that.
I let my eyes shut as I savored the feel of her.
Not just how it felt to be inside of her, but the rest of it, too.
How silky her inner thigh was against me, the way the muscles beneath my hands worked and flexed.
If sex during her heat had been a feast after a fast, this was something even more intense. It was tasting spice for the first time. Biting into an apple after eating nothing but plain porridge for your whole life. It was starting something new, becoming someone new.
I opened my eyes again and smiled up at her as she started to move. She rocked first, working me even deeper inside of her. I felt like I was about to burst, the way she tightened around me. My mouth fell open, and I let out a shaky breath as I fought for control.
“It’s so interesting, how different each of you is when I’m on top of you,” she said as she found a stable rhythm.
“Huh?” Owen asked. “What do you mean by that?”
I smiled at Jasmine’s giggle, my hands moving to cup her breasts. They fit in my palms perfectly. I stroked and massaged them, enjoying the way they filled my grasp.
“I mean, I thought it was going to be all moans and gasps and yes, baby. But each of you looks different. Even your smiles are different. You kept smirking while Killian was encouraging, and Renz looked at me like he was challenging me to go faster, and Jace is just…patient.” She moved with ease, increasing the tempo now.
“Oh, yes, baby,” I growled playfully.
Jasmine snorted, then bent over to kiss me. I leaned up, meeting her halfway. Our lips pressed each other’s, open, and I slid my tongue into her mouth. She tasted like the others, the five of us mingled on her tongue. It was a heady flavor.
When she broke the kiss, she returned to her motions, bouncing and thrusting herself up and down.
Her chest flushed red, and her eyes started to flutter at the same time her pussy walls did.
I let my hands roam, feeling every inch of her body until she came with a cry.
She clenched so tight around me that I followed her into the climax.
My knot swelled, filling her, and Jasmine let out another soft cry. She fell over me, our sweaty bodies sticking together.
This, I thought, is what bliss feels like.