Chapter Nineteen
Jasper showing up at my house wearing a designer suit, tailored to his gorgeous Y-shaped frame, had me biting back a whine from the moment I opened my door.
He’s always been handsome as hell, devilishly so, but in that suit, I nearly lost all control.
Thankfully, I was able to keep it together until we got into his truck.
Now, Jasper is kissing the life out of me, his tongue flicking against mine then sucking on it, his hands tangled in my hair as I whine into him.
“Yes,” he hisses against my lips, pecks at them once. “Your whines are mine. Your moans, your cries, all of them. Mine.” He nips at my bottom lip, looks me straight in my eyes and growls, “You are mine.”
My slick is now seeping out of the sides of my panties, running down my thighs.
Jasper’s nostrils flare, his pupils dilate until his gray eyes are almost entirely black. The visceral current in the air steals my breath at the same time as it sets me on fire.
“I… I need…”
I can’t think. Can’t speak.
He hums, regarding me with false indifference. “I know what you need, Omega.” His voice is firm, commanding, bordering on a bark.
And my knees go weak.
“If you don’t take that pretty dress off right now, I’m going to tear it off. And it looks expensive.”
It is. Like, really expensive. Yet, I actually weigh whether or not I care. Him tearing my clothes off makes the animalistic part of me feral.
Deciding to honor Future Me by not being disappointed in Past Me, I push the thin straps down off my shoulders, pull my arms out of them, then slide the dress to the floor.
I stand in front of Jasper wearing nothing but my black panties and black heels, bare nipples puckering against the cool night air.
He hisses, sniffs the air and sighs, never taking his eyes off me. When I move to take off my shoes, he says, “No. Leave those on.”
When I stand up straight again, Jasper walks around my quivering body, like he’s assessing a purchase. His gaze is on fire, and it sends electrical currents along my skin wherever he looks.
“Lay on your back on the bed.”
I’m powerless to refuse, not that I’d ever want to. But that doesn’t mean I can’t play a little.
I crawl on all fours on top of the mattress, slow, keeping my knees spread a bit wider than necessary, displaying my soaked panties as I slither across the bed.
When I reach the center, I roll onto my back just as slow as I’d crawled, careful with my heels on the sheets.
Though by the look in Jasper’s eyes right now, I doubt “careful” will continue.
He’s at the foot of the bed now. There’s no footboard in his way if he wants to climb onto the mattress. But he doesn’t. Instead, he stands there, looking at me, palming his hard cock through his pants, eyes moving to every section of my almost naked body.
Then, he’s unbuttoning his shirt. He moves slow, like I did, and I’m sure it’s payback, but I’m not done teasing him either. I watch every movement of his fingers and bring my hands up to cup my breasts, fondle and massage them while staring at my Alpha.
His growling is so constant now, it may as well be a purr. And maybe it partially is.
When his shirt is finally undone, I’m frozen in place, forgetting my plan to tease him.
This man is a work of art.
He’s lean enough that his muscles bulge, defined and rippling, skin smooth as it’s stretched over them. His trousers sit low on his jutting hips, and I sigh, looking at those amazing divots.
I’m two for two in Alphas with amazing bodies, and I’ll never complain about that.
Jasper shrugs off his shirt, undoes the button on his fly, leans over and slides onto the mattress like a snake until his face comes up to my covered pussy.
He grabs my knees and pushes them up higher, forcing my high heels flat onto the blanket.
His nearness to my core makes me whine in anticipation, more slick seeping from my panties to the sheets beneath my ass.
When he takes a deep inhale of my scent, his own rises in the air, rum spice mingling with my orange blossoms. He’s close enough that the tip of his nose rubs across the panel of my panties, and I groan when it bumps the stiff nub of my clit, straining for his touch.
His hot breath billows across my wet flesh, and my whine grows louder, wanting, needing.
Jasper hums, close enough, I just barely feel the vibrations and hiss in response.
“Such a needy Omega, aren’t you?”
I whine in response, and there’s a slap against my pussy, and I gasp.
“Words.” His command is severe.
“Yes,” I whisper, my hips undulating, seeking his touch. “I’m needy for you.”
He hums again, but he sounds dissatisfied. “Grab the pillow above you and put it under your head.”
I reach up and find the soft pillow, then do what he says, sticking it beneath my head, angling my neck so I’m looking down the length of my body.
“Eyes on me.”
I do as he commands, locking eyes with him, barely able to breathe from anticipation.
“If you look away, I stop. If you close your eyes, I stop. Keep your eyes on me. Clear?”
My lips part as I nod my head, then say, “Yes, sir.”
His hum is satisfied this time. Then, his fingers dip beneath the panel of my panties and pull it aside, exposing me to the cool air.
Another whine, another gush of my slick.
I force my eyes to stay on Jasper as he sticks his tongue out, straight and firm, runs it up and down my clit once.
My legs spread wider, the moan I emit is obscene, mouth open wide, but I don’t take my eyes off him.
“Good girl.”
His praise does something to my insides, and I mewl, more slick sliding from my core.
This time, Jasper flattens his tongue, those gray eyes trained on me as he drags his wet muscle from my core to my clit, scooping my slick up and swallowing it with a moan of delight. I gasp a cry at the sight of his wet lips and chin, glistening with my desire.
“You taste better than any dessert I’ve ever had, Ads.”
His tone says he means it, and I really hope he does.
When his mouth returns to my pussy, he’s voracious this time, tongue flicking, lips sucking.
His left hand keeps my panties pulled to the side as his right arm glides up my heated skin, grasps my breast and squeezes the daylights out of it to the point of pain, but when I cry out, he loosens his grip and gently rubs and massages my globe of flesh.
The breast he’s being so rough with is the one with Ezra’s mark, and it’s still tender to begin with.
But, as he massages and rubs the pain away, I start to relax, push against his mouth to seek more pleasure, still looking at him despite his arm being in the way.
I don’t dare want him to stop what he’s doing.
He squeezes my breast hard again, pinching my nipple like a tight clamp. This time when I cry out, he slips the thumb of his other hand into my ass, all my slick making it easy to slide his digit in and out of me, fucking my asshole, sucking my clit, squeezing my breast.
It’s too much. Too much pleasure mixed with pain.
The edges of my vision begin to go white, my orgasm chasing me.
But I need something else. I need…
Jasper’s hand moves from my breast to my throat, his grip locking around the front and squeezing. Not choking me, not really, but restricting my airflow.
Instead of panicking, like I would think I’d react, my orgasm overtakes me, sending me screaming in madness, my entire body convulsing, pussy grinding against Jasper’s face, vision lost to the lights dancing behind my eyes.
When he releases my throat, it’s to stuff his fingers into my pussy and fuck me with them, clamping down on my clit with his teeth, and I’m off like a rocket again. My screams are silent this time, my body taut and still against his precious assault, bringing me pleasure I’ve never felt before.
When I come down from my high, my breathing is labored and staggered, like every inhale is a series of little breaths. And I finally look away from the top of Jasper’s head, mine slumping to the side in exhaustion.
There’s movement at the foot of the bed, and I strain to look at Jasper, finding him removing his pants and freeing his thick cock.
Despite myself, I’m salivating.
A little voice in the back of my head calls me crazy, and I can’t disagree.
I’m absolutely crazy for Jasper Lang.
When he crawls onto the mattress this time, he kneels between my thighs, and I wince, thinking of his knee. And he definitely sees it.
There’s a wicked glint in his eyes. “Don’t worry, little Omega. My injury isn’t going to stop me from fucking you all night long.”
A shudder rolls through my body just before he grips my panties that he’d been holding aside all this time, and tears the panel in half effortlessly. Literally tears my panties, leaving me in essentially an elastic belt with a couple of flaps, me gaping up at him.
His grin is so wicked, heat rises inside of me again.
He lowers himself on top of me, gently nips my lips, then the tip of my nose, smooths my hair with one hand.
“You were such a good girl, letting me please you like I know you needed. I loved every second of making you come undone.” He kisses my lips, his tongue laps at the seam.
“And I know you loved it, too. Didn’t you, little Omega? ”
I take in a shuddering breath, then swallow, my mouth dry. “Yes, sir.”
He half hums, half groans, then drops his head to the crook of my neck and inhales deeply, letting his teeth graze my flesh. “I want to mark you here, where everyone will see,” he growls. “Will you let me do that?”
His hips flex, driving the head of his cock inside of my pussy in shallow thrusts. Just that thick head alone is driving me insane already.
“You’ll let your Alpha mark your beautiful neck, won’t you?”
His thrusts are a little deeper now, and I whine as he draws more slick from my body.
But then he stops as quick as he started, head rising to look at my face.
“Tell me,” he demands. “Tell me I can do anything I want to you because you’re mine. Say it.”
My mouth opens and closes once, twice, before I find my voice. “Yes,” I breathe. “I’m yours. You can do anything to me.”
His features soften, and he smooths my hair again. “My good, good little Omega.”
Jasper drives his cock all the way inside of me, seated to the hilt, as pleasure makes me moan and whine and cry actual tears. He shushes me, soothingly, and kisses the wetness from my face with a sigh.
“We’re nowhere near done, Adley. Not at all.
” He pulls out of me almost all the way, then slams back in, making me shout obscenely.
“That’s right, little Omega. This body is mine.
This pussy is mine. That ass is mine.” He does it again, and again, then pushes himself up onto his arms, spreads his knees to spread me open more, and starts fucking me hard and fast, each slap of his pelvis on my clit sending shockwaves up my spine.
The pleasure builds and builds, and I run my fingertips along every hill and valley, dip and divot of his immaculate torso, spreading beads of sweat across his skin.
His hisses and the spasms of his muscles spur me on and even make my own pleasure more intense.
That pressure between my hips building, making me push against his thrusts, matching his pace, making that unbelievable cock go deeper inside my core.
“You like this, little Omega?” he asks between thrusts.
“I love it,” I cry out, then snap my gaze to his. “I love you.”
His thrusting falters, his breath catches, and I swear his eyes instantly grow watery.
Jasper captures my lips in a sweet kiss, more tender than anything we’ve done tonight.
When he pulls away, a tear drops onto my cheek from his eye.
He wipes it slowly with his thumb, his gaze and voice heavy with emotion as he says, “I love you, too, Ads. Forever.”
Then, he’s fucking me with more strength and speed than ever before, my breath hitching on every slap of his balls against my ass, his hips against mine, driving his cock in and out at just the right angle to rub all the right places inside my channel.
My hips gyrate, my whine builds, a river of slick pours from my pussy, making his cock so slippery it’s beyond belief how good it feels.
I know the second Jasper is ready to come, his jaw flexing, teeth gritted with concentration as he chases his release.
And I’m right there with him, so I tell him, “Come with me, my Alpha.”
He looks down at me like I’m something he’s never seen before, pure shock on his face right before he roars like a wild animal, still fucking me, coming deep inside my pussy, drawing my orgasm out of me with a cry.
It isn’t a moment later he makes good on his promise and sinks his teeth into the crook of my neck. While his neck hovers in front of my face as well, my teeth aching, I mirror his mark with mine, sinking my teeth into his flesh and muscle, my soul singing as we lap each other’s blood.
Then, Jasper kisses me, the blood on our tongues mingling together in our mouths, sweet and salty and perfectly us as his knot inflates, locking us together. Locking his seed inside of me, begging to impregnate me.
Not yet. Maybe someday, when we’re a complete pack. When the house is complete. When the sanctuary is running smoothly.
One day, I will be the keystone to a beautiful, loving family. And it’s going to be amazing.