Chapter 34 Julien #3
“I—” Sai is… speechless.
He stares down at this cunning, sinful, empyreal being—our bond—and he has no words.
The poor fool.
I watch, my smile never fading, fingers never stopping, as he desperately tries to concoct a plan. If he attempts to sabotage me in the process, I’m prepared to flit and continue alone. Without sharing those words, he knows that.
His fingers are still curled around her foot, she hasn’t pulled it away, which means he has a chance.
He swallows, gaze skimming mine. I send him a silent prayer.
“I know I was bad, baby.”
He isn’t…
“I was such a bad boy.”
Oh, but he is.
My dearest friend. My closest ally. The man I’ve shared countless partners with… is begging. Sai never begs.
I glance down at Jasmine. She’s panting, trying to resist losing herself. But now, from a new pleasure, because she’s enjoying this. Seeing Sai like this.
My gaze sweeps back to my friend, and he knows, from that small look, he’s found his angle.
“But I’ve been so good.” His fingers trail over the top of her foot, reaching her ankle.
“I’ve been trying so damn hard, baby. Trying so hard to be good for you.
” He brushes his lips against her ankle bone, piercing gaze darkening as he does.
“Please, let me touch you. Let me show you how good I can be. Please.”
I’ve slowed down my pace, just enough to let Jasmine entertain this.
She swallows, then her foot taps against his shoulder. “Take it off,” she commands.
I’ve never seen Sai move so fast. With his free hand, he grips his t-shirt, ripping it off in one pull, throwing it behind him, never dropping her gaze.
She doesn’t say another word, instead silently studying Sai’s body. The delicate glow of his markings darken with each passing pulse.
I increase my pace, and begin to brush her clit after Sai’s every strained exhale. He notices, maintains his breathing at a steady pace. We knew our silent cues so well.
When she moans, her eyes closing for a moment, he takes that chance and lowers his lips to her foot again, just as I brush over her clit. His tongue traces along her arch, and mine enters her mouth, sweeping against hers in dominant strokes.
She gasps at the multitude of sensations, but I pull back to make her watch Sai’s ascent.
“I’ll be such a good boy, baby. I swear,” he murmurs, lips dragging over her foot. “Let me help, please. I’ll make you feel so fucking good.”
“He can beg better than that,” I whisper against her ear.
“Fuck off,” Sai grits out, glaring at me with his mouth against her ankle.
Her breathless chuckle knocks us both.
“Is that a yes, baby?” Sai’s fingers skim her calf, settling around it. “Please, Red. Please.”
When he runs his tongue along the curve of her calf muscle, my thumb copies the slow movement over her swollen clit.
The moan she produces this time is different. Unhinged. Her darkness pulls to the surface, plunging us into the dark.
Then she whispers, “Yes.”
Sai’s markings burst in violet. “Fuck, thank you. Thank you, baby,” he moans the words. “I nearly died.”
Sai keeps slowly licking, nipping and kissing along her calf, beside her knee, all the way up to her thigh.
“I need to taste her,” he says to me, his darkness thickening the words, vibrating the air.
“Beg,” I murmur, slowly dropping my thumb, but keeping my fingers deep inside her.
“I need to taste you, baby.” He’s breathless, broken, so desperate.
“Please. I know I don’t deserve it; I don’t deserve any of this.
But I need it.” He grimaces against her thigh, pained, barely holding together.
“I swear I’ll make you feel so fucking good, just, fuck—” Sai murmurs incoherently, saying whatever he can, whatever he thinks will work.
It’s a valiant effort.
Jasmine doesn’t respond, not with words, just a small whine that makes us both groan.
“Use your words,” I manage to whisper upon her flushed cheek, before trailing my mouth over hers to ensure I hear her.
“Yes.” The sound of her voice, like that, desperate and dark—and inside our minds…
We’re moving in sync.
The second I let go of her wrists, Sai’s crackling vines rebind them in a flicker of violet. I pull the hoodie from her body, finally, and still when I see her.
There’s a soft ripping of fabric, and her underwear is gone too. But if Sai thinks he’s keeping them, he’s sorely mistaken.
“Fuck me,” Sai groans as we kneel on the bed above her, admiring Jasmine’s naked body.
A soft, scarlet flush decorates her cheeks, neck and chest, a chest which is rising and falling in deep pants, making her heavy breasts draw all of our attention.
I’m touching her before I even think, hot need pumping through my veins. I skim one nipple with my thumb, circling it, then the other.
“Please.” Her soft internal plea breaks our trance.
I sit back against the headboard, pulling her with me, placing her between my legs, lifting her slightly onto my crotch.
Now her legs rest on the outside of mine, bent slightly at the knees, and I hook her arms around my neck, placing a soft kiss to the crook of her throat.
“Our apologies.” Another kiss to the side of her flushed face, slipping one arm underneath her body until my fingers reach that hot, wet entrance again. “We could admire you forever.”
“Put them…” She takes a deep breath. “Back in… now.” Her darkness curls around my hand.
“So demanding,” I laugh softly, studying her body at this new angle in meticulous detail as my fingertips re-enter, and she gasps at the gentle intrusion.
She is a work of art. A masterpiece. I need to capture this moment for eternity.
I may have allowed her some movement, but I keep the pace, and I ensure I enter tediously slow. Making her whine and whimper all the way. When all three fingers are finally seated back inside her tight walls, she shivers like she’s whole again.
“Look at her, trying to take control,” Sai teases, murmuring the words against her inner thigh. “It’s cute, really.”
I pulse my fingers and she moans with satisfaction, sinking back against me further. The action causes her ass to brush against my cock, and I stifle my groan against her throat.
“I can’t wait.” Sai grits out, only to me.
Without saying it, I know what he wants. I lift my knees, and slowly slide hers open.
Sai stares up at her, on his elbows between her legs, lips still against her thigh but higher.
He’s enamoured. As am I.
He’s desperate to taste her, but just as desperate to memorise this.
“Maybe we should just keep her like this,” he says, gaze a mixture of blue and black.
Jasmine jolts at his words, tilting her chin down.
“How many days did she keep us apart, Julien?”
“Fourteen.”
“Fourteen,” Sai repeats slowly. His hands slide under her thighs, one in each, and she watches him, helpless.
“Two weeks.” Sai’s grasp tightens, fingertips pressing into soft skin. “That was cruel, baby.”
“You deserved it,” she says, breathless, but with that same cruel sweetness that never fails to stir something dangerous in us.
Our bond is a vicious thing. Even now, so vulnerable and bare, she bites.
As he stares up at her, Sai’s eyes bleed black, his markings darken, and his expression twists feral. My vision slips with his, the room draining of colour. My hand collars her throat.
She knows exactly what she’s doing, riling us with every breath. Every word. Even as she trembles helplessly beneath our touch.
Even when she should be begging for mercy, she offers provocation instead.
I’ve never wanted her more.
“So much fight.” My words are a low murmur, soaked in shadow and need. “So brave.”
I curl my fingers inside her, stroke that perfect spot that makes her walls tremble.
“So reckless.” I breathe the words against her skin, a tremor wrecks through her body in a shuddering gasp.
“We deserved it?” Sai growls, markings spiking in and out. “Say it again.” His voice fractures, dropping lower, deadlier. “Go on, lie to us. Pretend we deserved to be starved of you, of this, like it wasn’t torture for all of us.”
Without warning, he drops his head, and I know the second he tastes her because his markings light up the entire room.
He releases a low, pained sound. Something Faeish slips out, remnants of a broken prayer?
Then he groans, right against her heat. “Fucking hell.” Her body tenses, resisting and yielding all at once as Sai feasts.
Her legs shake, trying to close against the building pleasure, but my knees and Sai’s hands keep them firmly open.
“Stay still,” I order as her legs try to push against mine. My fingers tighten around her throat. “Do not test us, mon ame. Not now. Remember, you did this.”
She whimpers, and it’s euphonious.
“You’re going to take this.” Sai’s black gaze stares up at her, his darkness peering out as he growls against her. “You’re going to take Julien’s fingers and my tongue, and only come when we say.”
Jasmine is enthralled by this version of Sai, such a contrast to the man who was begging at her feet. I feel it in the way her breaths become broken pants, see it in her gaze as the red disintegrates.
“Try to close your legs again, I dare you,” he snarls aloud, ensuring she hears the words even in this form. “Try me, and I’ll keep you like this for hours.”
She whimpers mournfully at the thought, but Sai is devouring her once more, slow hard licks that have her whining desperately.
“You can take it,” I murmur, easing her whimpering cries as I lick away a stray tear. “We know what you need.”
Finally, I push my fingers all the way in, as deep as possible, watching her breath stutter out as I go.
Then slowly out. In and out. Never stopping. Never increasing the speed. Feeling her dripping all over my hand. I fight the urge to lick it clean.
Sai pulls back, his gaze dropping to my fingers.