22. Jake
JAKE
Itold Jasmine I’m a patient man, but that’s a lie.
I’m dying.
She has me in a chokehold.
My wolf stirs beneath my skin, knowing something is still being hidden from us, but also content that our bond is strengthening.
Coming over here, I wanted the truth. In my mind, it was simple. Come here, ask her the question, then…I don’t know. I didn’t think that far, and now that I have her at my disposal, I’m not surprised our actions led us here.
I didn’t know how badly I needed to hear that she trusts me enough to give me a secret.
All I want is to know her better, to understand why she’s here, and to find a way to have a future together.
I’ve yet to ask her if that’s what she wants, and that fear keeps me waiting until the timing is perfect.
I moan against her skin, gripping her thighs to pull her closer to me. I’ve enjoyed teasing her, listening to her make tiny sounds of desperation.
“Jake,” Jasmine whines.
My mouth moves from one thigh to the other, and I bite. It’s not hard, but every time her thighs clench around my head. There’s a thrill to deliver just enough pain that all that’s left for her is pleasure.
My hands wander her body, my fingers tracing every line and dip of her skin. Previous partners don’t compare, and thinking about my one-night stands makes me realize how much more I want with her.
“I refuse to lose you,” I say, my mouth hovering right over her clit. My breath is hot against her, and she doesn’t hide how much she wants me.
Her hand attempts to push my head down—all she’d have to do is get me to move a few inches—but I don’t budge.
She whines, moans, and grumbles her complaints.
“You won’t lose me,” Jasmine says. Even if it’s minutes later than my statement, it still hits the same. She’s my mate, and I’m hers. It’s us against the world.
I’m ready to drag her pants down, tease her some more, until my hands still. Black shadows wrap around either wrist, holding them down in place.
“Jaz…” When my gaze travels from my bound hands up her torso, I’m met with two black eyes and a smirk that tells me I’m in trouble.
“Your turn is over.”
“Is it?” I ask, although I know the answer.
Jasmine nods, then pulls back her shadows from my wrists.
They land on her thighs, and before I have the chance to ask her what’s next, two shadows flank my stomach and back, then slice from the top to the bottom.
I maintain eye contact while I lower my arms and let the fabric drop to the floor.
My belt is off next, then she says, “Pants.”
It’s not a request, it’s a command.
Jasmine is showing me exactly who she is, who she’s had to hide since coming to the mortal realm. I wish I could say I’m cool about all of this, but instead I’m frozen in place, unable to tear my gaze away from her. She’s unlike anything I’ve seen before.
“Now.” Jasmine’s voice cuts through the silence. “I’m not going to ask again.”
“Ri-Right,” I stammer, trying to keep my composure. My wolf whines, wanting to touch her again, wanting to claim her.
“Is this okay?” Jasmine asks as I stand. “I can put them away—”
“No, leave them. The shadows stay. I want to see all of you.”
Jasmine’s hard exterior is cracking, and if she didn’t tell me before that she has little experience in bed, I wouldn’t believe her. Because now? She has me on a leash. I’d do anything she says.
I stand, pulling my pants down. “What now?”
She smirks, taking a moment to think. I don’t know what I expect. Maybe for her to command me to sit down? Or to take her to the bedroom?
I should have known she’d surprise me.
My eyes track her every move as her hand dives below the fabric of her underwear. Oh, fuck. My cock is already hard, ready for release, but I don’t want to stop the show.
“Watch me.”
I groan and try to move my hand to my length, desperate for pressure, but Jasmine has other plans. Her shadows bind my hands again. Her finger must touch her clit because she releases a breathy laugh.
“I want to see,” I grit, pulling my hands apart to test the strength of her shadows. They don’t budge.
“Do you think you deserve it?” Her hand moves in a circular motion, and she does nothing to hide how it makes her feel. Her cheeks haven’t lost their flush, and now her skin glistens with sweat.
I nod.
“Do you think you’ve been a good boy?” Jasmine asks, then plunges her fingers into center. Fuck, I want to see how many digits she’s using.
“Do I need to beg? Let me on my knees again, and I’ll show you how good I am, how good I can be to you.”
She slides her hand out of her underwear and brings three digits to her mouth.
“Fill me up. Show me you can be a good boy and follow directions.”
My eyes roll to the back of my head as her shadows fall from my wrists and move to pull my underwear down.
They wrap around my length, every inch covered with light pressure.
My head drops to my chest as her shadows stroke me, pleasuring me until I’m nearly at my limit.
It didn’t take long to get me there, to be at her mercy, but the shadows disappear quickly after that.
I lift my gaze to Jasmine and see that she’s already discarded her underwear. She lies there bare, wet and ready for my cock.
The shadows are gone, but her tattoos remain. She’s showing me see the real her, and I won’t let her regret that.
“Take your time, why don’t you,” she jests, and I don’t have it in me to pretend to be mean to her.
Instead, I drop a knee onto the couch and a hand to the back cushion. Jasmine slides a condom onto my length and guides me to her.
“Should I go slow?” I ask, pushing into her.
Jasmine shakes her head. “I want you to take all the emotions from our bond and fuck me. I want to feel you tomorrow.”
I growl and pull out, not able to hold in the reactions from my wolf. “Turn around. On your knees. Ass in the air.” It’s my turn to be back in charge, and I stand for her to change position.
She licks her lower lip, then turns over, resting both hands on the back of the couch.
I lean over her, hovering my mouth near her ear. It’s close enough to whisper, “Hold on tight.”
Jasmine doesn’t react, and I don’t give her time to adjust. I slam into her from behind, and she takes every goddamn inch. Her pussy clenches around my length. My hands settle on her hips, needing to hold on to her as I fuck her hard.
“Yes, just—ah—just like that.” Jasmine throws her head back and moans, her breathing wild and out of control. “Jake—fuck—”
“You’re taking me so good,” I say. I lift my hand and slap her butt. Jasmine yelps, but it’s not loud enough. “I want to hear you.” Each word is strenuous as I keep my pace, but I slap her again. When she yells this time, I reach around and rub her clit.
“So, good,” she says. “Didn’t know…didn’t know it could be like this. I’m so close.”
“It’ll always be like this. You. Me. Together.”
I wrap my arm around her torso and pull her to me, wanting our bodies to be as close as possible.
She twists her head to see me and my mouth finds hers.
We come together seconds later. Our tongues clash and move in tandem as I slow my thrusts.
I lift my hand to her cheek, keeping her tethered to me.
After we clean up and are back on the couch fully clothed, I can’t imagine my life being any other way.
I’ve been told my entire life to fear demons, but now that I’m mated to one, I know I need to figure out a way to normalize our pairing.
How do you fix a decades-old feud when you’re one of the only ones that want it gone?