Chapter 13 - Jasmine
This wasn’t what I expected from Owen. I expected a cold, ruthless efficiency. I didn’t think he’d necessarily be outright cruel, but I thought he would set about the task and get to the end goal as quickly as possible, without a care for my feelings.
His breath was warm against my skin, his thumbs rubbing back and forth against my thighs. And he waited. His expression remained patient and calm, and the way he looked at me told me that he wouldn’t push one way or another. And somehow, it felt like something other than begrudging duty.
I realized I was holding my breath and let it out in a rush. “Do you want to?” I asked, half afraid of the answer.
“I do. I know how strange that sounds, but I do want to give you pleasure, Jasmine. I don’t want to just take away your pain. I want you to feel good.” A wry smile crossed his face. “It’s like you said. We might not have anything else, but at least we can have this.”
I nodded. He dropped his head and kissed my thigh, and I shivered, letting my head fall back.
I clutched at the thin blanket beneath me, tingles emitting like tiny fireworks from the places his lips and tongue touched.
He took his time as he explored me, starting on my thighs and lower belly, circling closer and closer to my sex.
Just his touch made the pain all but disappear. I wanted more, and that want made it difficult to think past the rivers of lava in my blood. But thoughts were still there, and they started to spiral. Was I being sexy enough? I should be moving, right? Saying encouraging things? Not just lying here…
When Killian touched me, I’d had Renz to cling to, to kiss, and to occupy my hands and thoughts. Between the two of them, I didn’t have the space for self-consciousness.
Now, though… “Should I be doing anything?” I blurted, cheeks hot.
“Just do what you usually do,” he answered, then nibbled at the crease of my hip and thigh.
I gasped, partly in pleasure, but also partly because of his words. “But I haven’t…”
Owen stilled. He pulled back, and the sharp pain inside of me increased with every inch. I whimpered, reaching for his shoulders.
“Don’t stop,” I begged.
He cupped my pussy with his hand, squeezing lightly, and the pain reduced. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, don’t stop,” I said, confused.
Owen shook his head. “When you said you haven’t. Do you mean specifically oral sex? Or are you a virgin?”
Oh.
Oh.
I supposed I should have told them already, so they knew what to expect. It just never seemed like the right time. “I’m a virgin.”
Owen’s light green eyes searched my face. After a moment, he nodded. “Alright. Alright. I suppose some part of me already suspected.”
“Owen, please.” The pain started to build, tight in my core. I lifted my hips toward him. “Please, I can’t take this. I can’t keep talking. Please.”
Owen dropped his head again, laughing. “You’re the one who asked.”
“I know, and I wish I hadn’t,” I groaned, lifting my hips.
This time, he didn’t do any of the circling or teasing.
He locked in, going straight for my clit.
His lips brushed it, making it throb, then he sealed around the sensitive bud, and he sucked.
I didn’t have words for the way my body reacted.
It was like a warm, fluid lightning that shot from my clit and went straight through to my toes and fingertips.
“Argh,” I cried out, my voice hoarse and strangled.
Vibrations filled me as Owen laughed, changing from sucking to lapping at me. My extremities bent inward, and I curled up, reaching to grab his hair. At the last second, I worried about hurting him, so I dropped my hands to his shoulders instead. He peered over my belly at me, eyes sparkling.
I smiled back instinctively, something warm that had nothing to do with arousal or pleasure filling my chest. Then he thrust his tongue inside of me, and everything narrowed down to that point of contact.
I rocked my hips upward, wanting more, needing that delicious friction.
He made pleased noises as he kept working me, using his tongue and teeth in ways I’d never even imagined.
My whole body throbbed, aware of his hands on my thighs, my hands on his shoulders, his mouth on that most intimate part of me. It was like I was being brought to life, sparks of electricity shooting through me.
“Almost there,” I panted.
He pushed two fingers into me as he returned his tongue to my clit. It wasn’t enough. I felt like I was standing on a precipice, every moment making all my muscles tighten and loosen. I trembled, I shook…but my orgasm wouldn’t come.
“Owen,” I pleaded.
He pulled back, panting. Frustration built in his eyes, and I opened my mouth to apologize even as that need grew even stronger inside of me.
“It’s gone too far,” he muttered. “This isn’t enough, is it?”
I bit my lip, my shoulders curling inward. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault, Jasmine.” He got to his feet and grabbed my pants. He dressed me quickly, then yanked his shirt on. “Come on. We need to get back to the house.”
My legs were so tired from hovering on the edge of orgasm that I didn’t know if I could walk, but Owen put an arm around my waist and helped me.
As we walked, I didn’t see the town or any of the people we passed by.
Instead, I saw the sunlight dancing over his dark brown hair.
The muscles moving beneath his shirt, the way his long, strong legs flexed as he walked. The bulge at the apex of his thighs.
“Beautiful. You’ve always been beautiful,” I mumbled.
“We’re here,” he said, his voice strained.
I broke my gaze from him in surprise. The other three alphas were already there, and my breath caught. They were all so beautiful. So wonderfully beautiful. I couldn’t stop staring at all of them, and wished I could split myself into four so I could wrap myself around each of them all at once.
“We need to seal the mating,” Owen said beside me. “Her heat has reached its peak.”
“Then let’s go upstairs,” Jace said.
“More walking?” I whined. They all came toward me, and I grabbed hold of Killian, because he was the first one to give me pleasure. It only made sense he’d be the first one I gave pleasure to. “No upstairs. Right now.”
Killian growled and yanked my shirt off. My breasts felt heavy, throbbing, needing to be touched. But even as he reached for my breasts, Owen was suddenly there. He put his hand on Killian’s shoulder, pushing him away from me.
“Hey!” I protested.
“She’s a virgin,” Owen said. “Upstairs. Bed.”
Killian nodded. I tried to protest again—the bed was so far away!
—but before I could, Killian had lifted me into his arms. I yelped and threw my arms around him.
He didn’t even seem to register my weight as he charged for the stairs.
The other three followed after, all their eyes bright and locked on me.
It made me feel like I was something incredible.
We were in my room before I knew it. Killian laid me down on the bed, panting slightly.
His pupils were blown wide with lust, and he dropped a kiss to my mouth, his hands going for my breasts.
His touch sent bursts of cool, desperate longing through me.
Somewhere, I vaguely heard Jace commanding Renz and Owen, insisting that this happen only one at a time.
Killian’s body stretched over mine, the fabric of his clothes feeling coarse against my greedy flesh.
His mouth caught mine, and I accepted his conquest eagerly, meeting the thrust of his tongue with my own.
I whimpered into him as I scrambled at his clothes, yanking at his shirt, then pants, desperate to get them off him.
“You are beautiful,” he told me, one hand gripping my thigh as he pulled them up over his hip. He kissed my neck and chin, grunting as his thick cock slid through the folds of my pussy.
His fingers skimmed up my side and settled on my breast, his thumb working small circles around my nipple.
He smiled at me, his weight settled warm over me.
I shimmied beneath him, grinding my clit on the base of his cock.
It felt so good, and he was hard and thick and throbbing between my legs. So why wasn’t he inside of me yet?
“You are beautiful,” he repeated.
“Thank you,” I said, distracted as I continued to writhe beneath him.
“You are, too. I love your earrings. I never told you. I like the way they catch the light, and I like the way it makes you look rebellious and sexy, and I like your voice and the way you touch me, and I like that you laughed when I kneed you between the legs.”
Killian laughed. Owen whispered, “Fuck, when did that happen?”
“It was my own fault,” he told me. “And I always thought it was rather sweet of you to come back and help me to the infirmary.”
I opened my legs further, rubbing my thighs up and down his sides. My body ached, every nerve ending needing more. He gripped my hips and pulled back, then nudged the tip of his cock against my entrance. I tried to push upward, but he held me in place.
“Slowly,” he murmured.
There was a stretching feeling as he pushed into me.
He moved slow and steady, panting with the effort it took to keep himself under control.
My chest pushed upward, breasts needing touch.
Killian took a breath and pushed again. I was so slick that he entered smoothly.
There was a sharp, brief pain, but then his cock was pressing against me, pushing up against the nerves inside.
I gasped, my hands wrapping around his biceps. Killian’s fingers pressed into my hips so hard they were going to bruise. His mouth worked over mine, his tongue thrusting into me as he rocked his hips back and forth.