18. Jake
JAKE
“Can we go to the bedroom?” Jasmine asks as she lies beneath me.
“We?”
Jasmine nods and pushes me. Who am I to tell her no?
I stand and reach for her, pulling her off the couch.
“You’re feeling okay?” I ask, and she nods. “Not too tired from using all the magic?” I need to know whether she’s pushing herself too far.
She wraps her arms around my waist. “No, not too tired. If I hadn’t used my magic the other day, I’d be less sore, but I’d like to forget for a little while.”
Jasmine steps toward me, and I have no choice but to take a step back. I match her as she guides us toward her bedroom. With her, I don’t have many reasons to hold off on taking her to bed.
To be honest, I’ve dreamed about this since our first meeting when she hardly talked to me. Even now, it’s hard to remember what life was like before meeting my mate. As soon as she walked into my life—or really, when I tripped into hers—everything around me was suddenly brighter.
I know I’d be able to survive without a mate. I’ve gone thirty-five years without one. But having someone to talk to about my wants and needs is special. It’s better than keeping them to myself, and with Jasmine, I don’t want to hide anything anymore.
I look at Jasmine now and am taken aback by her smile. It’s radiant, and it makes me wonder how she could have been born into such a life of darkness and despair. She hasn’t told me about her childhood, but for people to be after her, I assume it wasn’t the best.
“We need to talk about—”
Jasmine’s kiss interrupts me. I groan into her mouth and tug her tight, grabbing her around the waist so I can flip us and take the lead, even if the conversation is still waiting for us.
Thankfully, we’re in her bedroom, and after two more steps, I’m able to push her back onto the bed.
With Jasmine on her back, I growl and lean forward to grasp her pants and underwear, then yank them off. She follows suit and quickly takes off her shirt, revealing no bra underneath.
I drop to my knees and breathe in her scent, burnt orange and vanilla. “Fuck,” I drawl, not caring to keep in my primal need for her any longer.
I let my fingers trail down one thigh, around her center, and up the other thigh. Over and over, I do this. Jasmine squirms, her hips trying to chase my touch. My wolf whines to mark her, to bite, but it’s not time for that. Not yet.
“We will talk about working together, but first, I need to devour your cunt.”
I glance at Jasmine to find her watching me, her tongue trailing her bottom lip.
“Have you done this before?” I ask.
“Once? Maybe? Twice?” Jasmine tries to close her legs and sit up, but I hold her open. “It’s been a while.”
“I want to take my time with you, savor you. Will you let me?”
“I—” Jasmine inhales deeply, and I let my finger graze her clit. Her eyes widen, and her breath hitches. “Yes, as long as you do that again. I don’t like to be teased.”
“I don’t tease to bring you worry. I tease to bring you fun, to keep your orgasm at bay, to edge you until you’re begging me to sink my cock into you.” I slide my finger up her center, bringing my digit to my mouth to taste. My eyes drift shut, and I think if I were to die here, I’d be a happy man.
Jasmine moans, and I open my eyes in time to see her palm her breast. She throws back her head when I bring my mouth to her center. Her hips buck and her thighs clamp around my head. I don’t touch them, letting her squeeze and wiggle on me as I swirl her clit with my tongue.
The bond strengthens as we give into our desires, and Jasmine’s feelings are sent my way in waves: lust, want, pleasure.
If she let me, I’d stay here for hours, giving her orgasm after orgasm.
It’d please me to do nothing else. I don’t want to let her go.
I wrap both arms around her thighs and hold her to me.
Jasmine whimpers, calling out my name, both as a curse and as praise because she’s coming within minutes, then shortly after coming again as I pound into her with two fingers.
“Okay, okay, I…” Jasmine grips my head and pushes me back. “I need a break.”
I match her smile, even though I know my entire face is soaked from her release.
Her skin is flushed and hot to the touch, and my heart soars seeing how well I was able to please her. I drag myself up her soft skin and rest on top of her, my cock begging to be let out of my jeans.
Jasmine reaches for my neck once I’m close enough and brings my mouth down to hers. It’s a hungry kiss, and our tongues swirl to memorize one another, our heads dipping in opposite directions to get deeper, our hands grasping and gripping anything we can get ahold of.
“Need. This. Off,” Jasmine demands in between kisses, pulling at the bottom of my shirt.
I chuckle. “Only for you, mate.”
It’s not pretty, but I manage to rip my shirt off, not caring where it ends up. Jasmine’s fingers dip between our bodies, reaching for my buckle.
“These, too.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to go too fast.”
Jasmine pauses for a beat, then nods. “Yes, I’ve thought it over. Pants off. Now.”
What my mate wants, my mate gets.
I roll off Jasmine, wriggling out of my pants. I grab the waistband of my underwear next, but Jasmine’s hands clasp over mine before I’m able to quickly tug them off.
“You’ll need to tell me what to do,” Jasmine says quietly, her gaze averted. It’s only when she looks at me that I see the need, the desire, the passion to do this right.
I nod and move one of my hands to caress her jaw. “I will. Start by taking off my underwear.”
“I know that,” she mumbles, but does as I say.
Slowly, she tugs off my underwear, but she stops when my cock, which is currently hard as a rock, springs out.
“All the way,” I command.
She glances at me and nods, then quickly removes my boxers, tossing them to the side.
Jasmine grips my cock and moves her hand up and down as she settles on her knees next to my legs, giving me a side view of her round ass. I grip her cheek and moan as she drags her finger over the slit, covering the tip of her digit in pre-cum.
“Just like that,” I say as she continues. “You can lick around the head first, then take me with your mouth.”
Jasmine wastes no time bringing her mouth to me, and the moment her tongue touches my cock, I fear I won’t last long.
“That’s it,” I praise as she takes my length. “Yeah, nice and slow like that.”
Jasmine follows each command, bobbing her mouth on my cock. I enjoy watching her take me, watching her experiment with the speed, watching the flush rise in her cheeks as she almost takes all of me.
“Yeah, that’s good. So good. You can use your hand, too, if you want…Yes, like that.” I throw my head back as her hand moves in tandem. “Such a good fucking girl, taking my directions.”
Her eyes flit to mine, and I slip a finger in her cunt, unable to stop myself from showing her how much she pleases me. My other hand palms her breast, pinching her nipple until she’s pulling off of me in a huff.
“What are you—”
I cut Jasmine’s question off by removing my hands from her and instead getting her onto her back. I grab both of her wrists and pin them above her head, then dive in and kiss her neck, rubbing my cock over her pussy.
“You’re so wet, aren’t you? So ready for me,” I mumble into her skin as I kiss over her pulse. My canines threaten to pierce her skin, and I growl, forcing myself to remove my mouth from her.
“Are you okay?” Jasmine asks, and I nod into her shoulder.
“I’m fine. It’s an instinct of the mate bond.”
“Oh.”
I look up to find a look of confusion on Jasmine’s face.
“I want to bite you. Very badly.”
“Bite me?”
I kiss her jaw, her cheek, her forehead.
“Yes, I want to sink my teeth into your pulse, claim you as my mate.”
“Oh,” she drawls, now understanding what I mean.
“Did you not know how bonds are solidified?” I ask.
“I never thought to ask, I suppose. Or I didn’t have anyone to tell me. My parents…um, they weren’t ever bonded.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” I raise myself a bit more to get a good look at her.
“Later? Right now, I’d rather be fucked.”
“That’s my girl.” I lean back in to kiss her, to do my best to show her how much I want her. I’m not sure if it’s enough, but I know at this moment, I’d do anything to show her how much I want her to be in my life. Even only knowing her for a few days, I wouldn’t survive without her.
With every thrust, she meets me halfway. I need to be inside her. “Condom?” I ask between kisses.
“Oh, no,” she answers, defeated. “I didn’t…I didn’t think about it.”
“That’s okay. Promise. Are you on any sort of birth control?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “Do you have…?”
I shake my head. “I can get off like this. Is this comfortable for you?”
“It is,” she says.
As soon as she agrees, I’m thrusting my hips, my cock rubbing against her pussy.
“More,” Jasmine begs.
“More what?”
“I—” Jasmine moans, digging her nails into my back. “I need more pressure on my clit.”
I do my best to angle my body but ultimately roll us to the side so I can hike her leg over mine and thrust at a higher angle.
“This better?” I ask.
“Yes.”
Jasmine grips my neck, bringing my mouth back to hers, and within minutes, we’re both coming apart. She’s first, moaning my name into my mouth, and then it’s my turn. I come all over her stomach, making a mess of us both.
A mix of heavy breathing from both of us fills the air, and the incessant need to bite her is overwhelming. At least now, my scent will be on her, and my wolf will hopefully calm down. This is one way we wolves are possessive, and before now, I didn’t understand why it was so important.
But now, I know I don’t want anyone to look at Jasmine the wrong way.
I don’t want someone to find out her secret if I’m not there to back her up.
We’re a team, regardless of the outcome, and I know we have to talk about a lot of things.
Still, I’m hopeful that we will find a way to our happily ever after.
We both want it. We deserve it. And as we take our time cleaning each other in the shower and I find my mouth back on hers, I know I’d give my soul for a chance to be with her forever.