Chapter Twenty-eight
Jasmine
The relief lasted maybe ten minutes. I lay beneath Lucian, his weight still pinning me to the mattress, and felt my body already melting again.
The respite had been real but temporary, my biology demanding more than one Alpha could provide.
Another wave was building, slower this time but just as inevitable, and I whimpered against Lucian's shoulder as the cramping started again.
Lucian pulled back, kissing me on my forehead and wrapping me in his strong, muscular arms.
My abdomen cramped, the sensation twisting through me, and I doubled over as Lucian carefully withdrew. The emptiness felt wrong immediately, so wrong that I gasped at the loss.
The door opened, and Theo's leather scent hit me before I saw him. Fierce and protective, exactly what my body needed. I looked up and saw him frozen in the doorway, taking in the scene—me naked and desperate on the bed, Lucian beside me, Kade heading into the bathroom to shower.
“Theo,” I gasped, and the word came out as a plea.
Another wave crashed through me, stronger than before, and I couldn't stay on the bed.
My body demanded movement, demanded I go to him.
I slid off the mattress, my legs barely supporting me, and dropped to my hands and knees on the floor.
The hardwood was cool against my overheated skin as I crawled toward him, desperation overriding any sense of dignity.
“Please,” I begged, reaching for him when I got close enough. My hands found his pants, fingers fumbling with the button. “Please, Theo, I need your knot. I need you inside me now!”
Theo's face flushed dark, and I watched his throat work as he swallowed hard. His dark eyes were blown wide with arousal, his body responding even as concern creased his features. “Jasmine—”
“Now!” The word came out as a demand, desperate and commanding, and I saw the moment his control snapped.
“Are you sure?” he asked, even as his hands moved to help me with his pants.
“Now,” I repeated, pulling at the fabric with frantic hands. “I need you now, Theo, please—”
He stripped with quick, efficient movements, his clothes hitting the floor. Then he was kneeling with me, his large hands gentle as they lifted me. “Bed,” he said, his voice rough. “Not the floor, honey.”
He carried me the short distance, laying me down with a care that made my chest tight even through the desperate need. Then he was covering me, his considerable weight pressing me into the mattress, and I moaned at the contact.
He leaned in, close enough for his breath to brush my cheek, and everything between us stilled. For a heartbeat, there was only that closeness—the promise, the calm, the pull that had always been there.
When he whispered my name, I let go of the last of my restraint.
“Please,” I whispered, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Fill me, Theo, I need—”
He pushed inside with one steady thrust, and the relief was immediate and overwhelming. He was bigger than Lucian, stretching me more, and the sensation made me cry out. My body accepted him eagerly, craving the fullness.
“That's it,” he murmured against my neck, his breath hot on my skin. “I've got you, honey. I've got you.”
His hips moved, powerful thrusts that drove deep.
Each movement sent pleasure radiating through me, pushing back the pain, satisfying the desperate biological need.
My nails raked down his back, leaving marks I'd feel guilty about later, but at the moment, I just needed to hold on to something real.
Theo's mouth found the sensitive spot below my ear, and I gasped at the contact. His teeth scraped lightly across my skin, and my body responded with a surge of heat that had nothing to do with pain. Yes, my biology screamed. Mark me. Claim me. Make me yours.
“I’m just getting supplies,” Kade’s voice cut through the haze. I turned my head and saw him pulling on his pants. “I'll be right back.”
He disappeared through the door, and I barely registered his absence before Lucian's scent intensified. I looked toward where he stood, and the sight of him made my core clench around Theo. A growl rumbled from his chest, low and possessive, and I felt it in my bones.
“Lucian,” I gasped, extending one hand toward him while Theo continued his powerful thrusts. “I need—please—”
He moved then, crossing to the bed with predatory grace. His hands went to his pants, undoing them with quick movements, and I watched him strip with heat-hazed eyes. When he climbed onto the bed beside me, positioning himself near my head, I understood what he was offering.
“Please,” I begged, reaching for him. “Let me taste you—”
His hand cupped my face, thumb stroking across my cheekbone, and his hazel-brown eyes held mine. “Are you sure?”
I pulled him toward me in answer, my mouth opening, and took him inside me. The first salty, sweet taste of him made me moan. His flavor burst across my tongue as I took him deep, my movements clumsy with desperation but eager.
Lucian’s groan vibrated through his body, and his hand moved to my hair, fingers tangling in the damp strands. “God, Jasmine—”
Theo's thrusts grew more powerful, driving deeper, and the dual sensation of being filled made my mind fragment. I couldn't think beyond the pleasure, beyond the relief of having two of my Alphas touching me, filling me, satisfying the desperate need.
The door opened again, and Kade’s oak scent joined the leather and rosewood. “I brought water and snacks,” he announced, and I heard things being set down on the nightstand. “Though I don't think she's ready for those yet.”
“No,” Theo agreed, his voice strained with effort. “But soon.”
Kade climbed back onto the bed, his hands finding my skin, stroking along my sides. “You're doing so well,” he murmured. “Taking them so beautifully.”
I couldn't respond with my mouth occupied, but I reached for Lucian with my free hand, pulling at him desperately. He understood immediately, positioning himself where I could still reach his cock, as I grasped Kade’s, working my hand in rhythm with Theo's thrusts.
The sensation of all three of them at once was overwhelming. Theo inside me, powerful and deep. Lucian filling my mouth, his taste flooding my senses. Kade in my hand, his soft groans telling me I was doing it right.
My body was responding to all of them, the thrill of desire building with each thrust, each stroke, each sound they made. The pain was gone completely now, replaced by sensations so intense I thought I might shatter from them.
“Mark me,” I gasped when Lucian withdrew for a moment, giving me air. The words came from somewhere primal, my biology demanding it. “Please, Theo, mark me—bite me—make me yours—”
Theo's rhythm faltered, and his mouth moved away from my neck. “No.”
The word was firm, absolute, cutting through my heat-fogged mind. I whimpered in protest, trying to guide his mouth back to where I needed it.
“Not when you're not in your right mind,” he said, his voice rough but determined. He thrust deeper, making me cry out, but his mouth stayed away from my neck. “When you truly decide you want to be with us, when you can make that choice clearly, then I'll mark you. Not before.”
The refusal should have made me angry, should have intensified the desperate need. Instead, something in my chest eased. Even now, even with me begging, they were protecting me. Protecting my choice.
“Promise,” I gasped, as another wave built. “Promise you'll mark me when I ask—”
“I promise,” Theo growled against my shoulder. “When you're ready. When you ask me with a clear mind. I'll mark you so deep everyone will know you're ours.”
The possessive words combined with his powerful thrusts sent me over the edge. My body convulsed, pleasure crashing through me in waves that seemed endless, and I felt all three of them follow me into release.