Chapter 12
We cleaned up dinner together,then migrated to the couch. Neither of us had brought up sealing the bond again. Despite Jasper being insanely attractive, he was actually pretty awkward about stuff like that when his instincts weren’t in control.
Which I honestly thought was a little adorable, though I couldn’t admit that to him.
Jasper handed me the remote after sitting down with a few cushions between us. I turned on a new chick-flick, then snuggled up with a new blanket.
My nose wrinkled at the unfamiliar smell on it. It wasn’t bad, really. It just wasn’t good. The only thing that smelled good anymore was Jasper. Even the way my leggings and oversized sweatshirt smelled clean was annoying me.
He didn’t mention sitting together, so I didn’t either. The couch was comfortable enough, and I was getting used to the sweaty, achiness of heat.
Or at least trying to convince myself that I was getting used to it.
The movie began, and motion caught my eye. When I looked over, I found Jasper’s fists clenched as he clearly warred with himself in an attempt to keep his eyes on the screen.
I assumed he wanted to touch me, either because of heat or just because. The clenching was his attempt at keeping his hands to himself.
I bit my lip.
He was stubborn.
Really, really stubborn.
Maybe more stubborn than my sister, even.
Stubborn enough not to simply tell me that he wanted to touch me, or ask my permission.
The kind part of me wanted to offer my hand or scoot closer… but the part of me that had been sisters and best friends with someone so stubborn for my entire life knew better.
If I offered, he’d wait for me to do it again, and he’d have the same war within himself if I didn’t.
If I waited for him to ask me on his own, he would learn that I wasn’t opposed to it, and ask without hesitation the next time. Or he’d just realize he didn’t need to ask.
So, I stayed quiet.
Fifteen minutes went by before he finally broke the comfortable, if slightly tense, silence.
“Can I put my arm around you?”
I looked over at him, as if I was surprised by the question. “Sure.” I scooted across the couch until we were touching.
Jasper draped an arm over my shoulder, and I leaned against his side.
Both of us relaxed with the contact.
I migrated slowly onto his lap as the movie played.
His arms slid lower, until one of his hands was resting on the top of my thigh, over my leggings. The other arm was around my waist, holding me securely against him. The thick fabric of my oversized sweatshirt didn’t sway him, though it kept his hand a solid distance away from my bare skin.
The couple on the screen started making out, and Jasper’s hand slid lower.
I bit my lip to stop myself from telling him to touch me already.
The man had called me his. I was just waiting for him to act like it.
His hand slid lower as they intense scene continued on the screen. “Can I?—”
“Yes.” I blurted the word before he could even finish. “You don’t need to ask anymore.”
His chest rumbled in satisfaction, and his fingers slid over my core. Despite the fabric between us, my hips arched a little at the pleasure. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
“You have hands.”
He chuckled, and those hands hooked in the waistband of my leggings, peeling them down. I had to lift my hips again to help him strip them off, but watching him strip me was hot.
He dragged his hands up my bare legs, letting his fingers slide over the front of my tiny, bright pink lace panties. “You’re a dream, Miranda.”
The movie was still playing, but neither of us was watching it.
I grabbed the remote and shut it off, so it wouldn’t distract me. His hands were hot, and the way he touched my skin made me feel like he was worshipping me.
My back was still to his chest, my legs sprawled out over his on the couch. My sweater was so big, it prevented me from watching his thick fingers as they touched me. So, I tugged it over my head, revealing the matching bra I’d put on.
I had to wear my sexiest underwear when it came time to seal the deal, after all.
His free hand moved up my abdomen, finding my breasts and working them through the fabric. “I need to taste these.”
“What’s stopping you?”
He chuckled.
A heartbeat later, he had me on my back, and was positioned over the top of me. Excitement rolled through my body, and my hips arched as he continued working my clit slowly, his hand between my thighs.
He lowered his face to my breasts and inhaled deeply.
Then he dragged his tongue over my nipple, through the sheer lace of my bra.
I sucked in a breath, arching harder.
His free hand slid up my abdomen until it found the center of my chest. I felt the light drag of something sharp, and looked down in time to see his claws snap the thin band of my bra.
The fabric fell open, my breasts coming free, and he growled his appreciation. “You’re gorgeous, Sweetheart.”
I gasped when he dragged his tongue around one of my nipples before taking it between his lips.
He licked.
Sucked.
Tasted.
Put his thigh between my legs, angling me upward so there was pressure on my clit while he took my other breast in his hand and worked it too, playing with my nipple like there was nothing he would’ve rather been doing.
“I’m starting to think you’re a boob guy,” I moaned, my hips rocking as he dragged his teeth lightly over my sensitive flesh.
“I am.” He bit my nipple, and I swore, hips arching hard. “Don’t hide them from me again.”
“Is that a threat?”
“Fuck, yes. During heat, every piece of fabric you cover these tits with will go the same way as that sexy little bra. Understand?”
“Mmhm.” I reached my hand between my thighs, but Jasper pinned it to the front of my panties before I could really touch myself.
“This cunt is mine, Miranda. You don’t get to bring yourself pleasure anymore. That’s my job.” His voice was low.
Authoritative.
Hot.
And the way his lips teased my nipple while he spoke made me writhe.
“Got it?” he asked.
“Yes.”
His mouth finally left my breasts, and he slid down my body.
My eyes widened as he lowered his nose to my core and inhaled deeply.
His chest rumbled ferociously.
His eyes dilated.
And his claws tore through my panties in the blink of an eye.
His mouth was on me so fast, my head spun.
My body arched.
My cries flooded the room.
One of his hands was on my breasts, the other on my ass, as he ate me out.
Feasted on me.
It was so, so intense, that I came harder and faster than I expected. So much harder and faster.
His fingers filled me, and he ate me through my climax without pause.
I panted and moaned, my body moving of its own volition as he continued tasting me.
The second orgasm took longer—but felt just as amazing. And somehow, it still didn’t feel like enough. My body wanted more.
His mouth finally eased away from my core as the pleasure faded, his eyes burning intensely hot as they met mine. “You’re going to take my cock now, Sweetheart.”
A new wave of heat rolled through my body, and I moaned in response. That was exactly what I needed.
Hewas exactly what I needed.
My eyes were on his body as he stood and unbuttoned his jeans, dragging my attention to the gorgeous muscles on his abdomen.
My gaze followed his hands down as he freed his erection—and tracked his cock as he stepped out of his pants.
His hands slid up the back of my thighs, opening me wider as he lowered himself to me. “I don’t have much control right now. Tell me if I hurt you.”
“I can handle a little pain.” I reached down, lining his head up with my slit.
His nostrils flared. “Not while I’m here.”
“Fuck me already, Jas.”
A growl tore through him, and he thrust inside me. I was already slick with my pleasure and his saliva, so there was no resistance.
My breath caught in my throat as he filled me.
His cock was thick—so insanely thick—I ceased functioning entirely for a moment.
He groaned, and the sound was almost tortured. “You’re so fucking tight and wet, baby.”
“Better than you imagined?” I breathed.
“You’ve got no idea.” He pulled out a little, and thrust in again.
Harder.
I choked on the fullness.
The pleasure.
The feel of him, hot and huge inside me.
It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before… and it was so much better.
I moaned, my hands moving down his arms. Over his chest. Along as much of his skin as I could possibly touch.
He parted me wider, and I felt his thumbs drag slowly over the hot, sensitive flesh where we were connected.
“You like the way you fill me?” I managed.
“So much that I’ll see it every time I close my eyes.” He thrust in again, and I cried out. “That feel good, Sweetheart?”
“You went back to baby for a minute.”
“Answer the question.” He thrust harder.
The motion put me over the edge.
A scream tore through me as the pleasure consumed me. Jasper snarled, slamming into me as he filled me with his relief.
Though the climax was amazing, it quickly morphed into something bigger.
Something stronger.
Something magical.
A connection bloomed between us, flooding my soul with Jasper. His warmth. His steadiness. His presence.
His emotions melded with mine—his feral need and hot, wicked pleasure.
Our bodies moved together, dragging each other back to the edge and over it repeatedly.
Again, and again.
Until exhaustion finally led us to crash in each other’s arms, in the same place on the couch that we’d started.
Though we hadn’t physically changed locations, everything was different.
There wereno sex dreams that night, but I still woke up feeling hot and needy.
Jasper was still buried inside me, so we didn’t waste any time sating the need.
Twice.
When we finally got off the couch and stumbled into the bathroom, I was so exhausted, I thought my legs might give out. I crashed down in the bathtub, and Jas turned on the water before disappearing.
He came back five minutes later—with a mountain of leftover pancakes, and a huge glass of milk. He didn’t waste any time; just picked me up and folded both of us into the bathtub together. Luckily, it was much bigger than the one in his apartment.
I was feeling even sweatier than I had the day before, so we devoured them together while the tub filled with lukewarm water. I let him feed me, and enjoyed the possessive heat in his gaze with every bite I took.
The food was gone soon enough, and I was relaxing in his arms, in the full tub.
His hands were on my breasts, playing with them lightly while we sat. The room was silent, but it wasn’t an awkward kind of quiet. It was just peaceful.
“So the bond is sealed,” I said softly, ignoring the need that was growing in my abdomen again as Jasper continued touching me.
“Mmhm.” His lips brushed my throat lightly.
“What do we do now?”
“Sate the lust when it hits and enjoy it as much as possible. Two weeks from now, we’ll be ourselves again.”
My happiness faded a little.
The sex had been so, so good… but there was no saying what it would be like when heat was over.
Or if there would be anything between us at all, other than the magic.
“Your scent changed.” His voice was low. He didn’t know my emotions well enough to pinpoint what it was, thankfully.
“I’m just thinking.”
“About?”
“The future, I guess.”
“We’ll deal with it when we get there. For now, I just want to keep you out of pain.” Jasper nipped at my neck again, lightly.
I didn’t want my future to be something we dealt with when we got there, but what alternative was there? Heat’s lust was so overwhelming, I could barely think about anything else. Jasper had made it clear that he wasn’t his normal self because of it, too. So it wasn’t like I could figure anything out with him.
Which left me… avoiding the truth, I supposed.
Avoiding the truth while having outrageously good sex, at least.
“Do you want to figure out how the mental communication works right now?” Jasper asked me, sucking lightly on my throat.
I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensations. “No. Let’s deal with it when we get there, too.”
He chuckled, and sucked harder as he repositioned my hips.
He was inside me and making me scream so fast that it was easy to let go of everything I’d been worried about.
…for the moment, at least.