Chapter Twenty-seven
Jasmine
The door banged open with such force that I thought it would embed itself in the wall. Kade filled the doorway. His chest heaved with rapid breathing, his eyes tracking over me with an intensity that made my skin burn hotter. I watched his nostrils flare as my heat scent hit him at full force.
His oak scent rolled into the room, strong and commanding, and my body responded before my mind could catch up. I needed him. Needed his touch, his knot, needed him to make the pain stop. The distance between us felt impossible, unbearable, and I was moving before I'd consciously decided to.
I scrambled out of my nest with graceless, desperate movements. My legs barely held me, weak and trembling, but I pushed forward anyway. The few feet between us might as well have been miles. My hands reached for him, fingers curling into claws, and when I finally made contact with his shirt, I grabbed handfuls of the fabric and pulled.
“Please,” I gasped, the word barely coherent. “Please, Kade, I need—I can't—it hurts so much.”
My fingers worked at his buttons, clumsy and frantic. I couldn't get them open fast enough, couldn't think beyondthe desperate need to feel his skin against mine. His scent was everywhere now, making my head spin, making the ache between my thighs intensify until I thought I might die from it.
Kade's hands closed around my wrists, his grip firm but careful. He stopped my frantic attempts to undress him, holding my hands away from his body even as every line of him screamed tension. His jaw was locked tight, and I could see the muscle jumping beneath his skin. His eyes had darkened, pupils blown wide, but his expression held a determination that cut through my foggy mind.
“I won't take advantage of you like this,” he said, his voice strained but steady. “Not when you're not in your right mind.”
“I don't care,” I sobbed, trying to pull my hands free. “Please,” I cried. “Please help me!”
Another wave hit without warning, doubling me over. The pain ripped through my abdomen like something with teeth, and the cry that tore from my throat was sharp and agonized. My knees buckled, and only Kade's grip on my wrists kept me from collapsing completely.
The sound that came from Kade's chest was pure Alpha. A growl, deep and possessive, vibrating through the air between us. His scent spiked, oak intensifying until it was all I could smell, and I watched his control waver. His eyes flashed with something primal, and his grip on my wrists tightened fractionally before he forced himself to loosen it again.
His hand was warm and solid around mine as he led me back to my bed, to my nest. I stumbled, my legs uncoordinated, and he caught me immediately, his free arm wrapping around my waist.
“I used to hide,” I mumbled, the words coming out disconnected and slurred. “During heats. I’d hide somewhere and just... endure it. Bite down on something and wait for it topass.” The memory felt distant, like it belonged to someone else. “But I have you now. I have my Alphas.”
My Alphas. The words felt right in my mouth, true in a way that cut through the fog. Kade's arm tightened around my waist, and I heard his sharp inhale at the possessive claim.
He helped me to the bed, his movements gentle despite the tension radiating from every muscle. I collapsed onto the mattress, my body curling instinctively around the pain. Kade stayed at the edge, not climbing in with me, and I could see what it cost him. His hands were fisted at his sides, his breathing harsh, his whole body strung tight with the effort of not giving in to instinct.
“Kade?” Lucian's voice came from the doorway, calm and measured, even though his rosewood scent strengthened the moment he stepped into the room. “I've got this.”
I turned my head, tracking Lucian's approach through the haze. He moved with a confidence that made something in my chest ease. No hesitation, no internal struggle visible on his face. Just calm certainty as he crossed to where I lay.
“Jasmine,” he said softly, kneeling beside the bed so we were at eye level. “I'm going to help you. Is that okay?”
“Please,” I whispered, my hand reaching for him. “Please, Lucian, I need—”
“I know what you need.” His fingers caught mine, bringing my hand to his lips. He pressed a kiss to my knuckles, and even that small contact sent relief flooding through me. “I'm going to take care of you. But I need you to tell me if it's okay first.”
“Yes,” I gasped as another wave started building. “Yes, please, anything—”
He stood and began undressing with efficient movements. His shirt hit the floor, revealing the lean muscle beneath. His pants followed, and I watched, my body responding to the sight of him.
“You're doing so well,” he murmured, his hands stroking up my thighs.
His touch was gentle but purposeful, one hand spreading my legs while the other moved higher, fingers finding where I was slick and desperate. I gasped at the contact, my hips jerking toward his hand, and heard his sharp inhale at how ready I was.
He knelt on the floor, pulling my legs to him until his face was buried in my slick. I moaned out, and heard Kade come closer, his growls so enticing I reached out, grabbing his shirt and pulling him towards my mouth. Lucian ran his tongue up and over my clit, his fingers working their way inside, easing me open.
I cried out as the sensations unraveled me, pulling me deeper and deeper into pure ecstasy. Kade was kneeling by my head, his cock bulging beneath his trousers. I grabbed hungrily at him, unzipping his pants and pulling his thick cock out by my face. Eager, I opened my mouth, tantalizing his tip with my tongue. Lucian suckled my clit harder, faster, hungry for every part of me. I stretched my legs wide open, bucking my hips up to his mouth, needing every kiss, every suck, every inch of pleasure he could give me.
Kade’s cock thrust forward into my mouth, and he groaned, gripping the back of my head. I licked his cum, lapping it up, sucking and teasing him while he ground his hips back and forth, filling my mouth. But it wasn’t enough, none of it was enough. I needed to be full. Needed their cocks inside me. Lucian pulled away, mounted me, and watched as Kade pushed faster and faster. His eyes widened, and he grinned, working his way to my right breast, nipping the tip ever so slightly. It was enough to make me gasp. This movement sent Kade into overdrive. His cock pushed faster and faster, deeper and deeper inside my mouth until I was gagging on it, the tip caressing the back of my throat as he came.
I choked and spluttered as he cried out, letting his cum spurt out inside me. There was too much, so much so that when he pulled away, I tried to catch it, licking my lips and groaning at how good it tasted.
But at that moment, I was empty, neither of them inside me, and I needed it, had to have it. The motion, the passion, the orgasms. I needed every part of it.
