Chapter 10 Mine

Jasmine

Alek’s words leave me speechless. I resent Liam for choosing my stepsister over me and for using me as collateral for his debt. I would resent myself even more for getting dragged into Alek’s business and war with the Varfolomey if I didn’t walk out before my family got hurt.

We get back to the house. What he did, taking me out for dinner and a walk, is kind of nice, but I shouldn’t get used to being pampered when he clearly wants something from me.

He helps me get off my coat and says, “Do you want wine?”

I smile gratefully because I know what he wants next. “Sure. Thank you.”

“I’ll be right back.” He leaves immediately after hanging my coat on the rack.

I walk to his bathroom to freshen up and change into something sexy. At least if he wants me in bed, I don’t smell like fish, and I think I want him too. It distracts me from missing my mom and the danger looming around.

I know sex is not going to answer my problem, but I’m an adult, and I want to experience sex before my life gets more complicated than it already is.

I’m about to apply perfume when I sense him.

“Don’t mask your smell. I like it the way it is.” He leans against the door, one hand in his pocket. I don’t even know my smell. Every werewolf has a distinct smell, and that’s how they attract their mates.

“I suppose you brought the wine.” I saunter in his direction. “But you’re still awfully overdressed.”

He chuckles, taking off the cufflinks, kicking off his shoes. By the time I get to him, he’s already shirtless, unbuckling his belt.

His proximity ignites something deep within me like a magnetic pull, like a mating pull for werewolves that I can’t resist.

“You must have beaten up a lot,” I say as I run my fingers through the healing bruises on his ribs. My voice is laced with deep concern.

“Yes.”

I meet his gaze. “You didn’t shift?” Shifting into a wolf provides a werewolf with enhanced strength, durability, speed, and accelerated healing, unless he has lost a lot of blood or been severely injured.

He reluctantly shakes his head as he drops his pants on the floor, stepping away.

My breathing hitches as he lifts me up, and I instantly hook my arms around his neck, my legs wind around his waist.

“I might have bruises, but it doesn’t mean I can’t carry you.”

“I have no doubt.”

We stare at each other for a second, and I’m suddenly flushed like I’m burning. A thrill runs through me at what comes next.

By the time my back hits the wall, our lips crash together, and my worries fade away. The kiss is sublime, snapping the last thread of my control and inhibition.

My arousal is instant. 

His kiss deepens, growing more urgent and intense. As his hands roam greedily on my back, I tangle my fingers in his hair, responding with equal fervor.

I open my mouth as he traces his tongue at the seam of my lips. He tastes the expensive whiskey he drank earlier at the restaurant.

Gasping, I freeze as I hear the tearing of material. I love the black lace negligee he just rips, but I guess it’s his money. He can do whatever he wants with it.

“I’ll buy you a dozen more,” he says breathlessly before taking the rosy peak of my breast into his mouth.

A soft moan escapes my lips before I can reply. I arch my back, pushing his head to my chest, shivering as he sucks me hungrily.

“Alek.” I throw my head against the wall as he takes my other breast, sucking and licking my nipple.

His intense, heavy-lust-filled gaze meets mine. He releases my breast and asks, “What do you want, Jasmine?”

“I want you.”

He kisses me deeply, letting his tongue explore my mouth with one hand, pushing his boxers down. And then he slides his hand on my waist to find nothing. And why should I wear something if he will only rip them all?

He groans in approval as the tip of his hard cock strokes my clit, making me pant with anticipation. He’s aware of how ready and wet I am for him.

I moan loudly into the kiss, arching against him.

I break the kiss and finally find the courage to say, “Fuck me.”

I’m done with the foreplay. I’m ready, and the suspense is killing me.

Growling, he grants exactly what I wished for. He thrusts his cock inside me. Considering how large he is, and I’m still tight, I cry out in both pain and pleasure. I bite my bottom lip hard enough to taste the blood on my tongue.

Goddess, he’s so big. I’m so stretched and full in this position.

We stay like that for a moment, enjoying the feeling of being one. Again, we don’t use protection. I guess I trust his words enough that he didn’t spend his three days with his girlfriend.

“Are you okay?”

I’m not aware that my eyes are closed until he asks me. I open them to see a worried look on his face.

“Yes. Fuck me.”

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” His voice is deep and rough. Then he starts to move, thrusting gently and slowly at first.

“Please?” Until I urge him.

He fucks me hard and fast against the wall that shakes behind me. The sensation is exquisite and overwhelming.

“Goddess.” My grip on his hair tightens as he rams into me with full force and steady, unrelenting rhythmic thrusts.

“Fuck, Khrysanya.” I still don’t know what it means. He groans, burying his face in my neck as he pounds into me, plunging deeper. “You feel so fucking good.”

Overwhelmed by the sensation, I rock my hips in response. He fucks me with such fury that I feel so fragile in a good way. He fucks me with his primal and possessive, ruthless way like he’s marking me, etching his scent into my bones.

I love the way he makes me vulnerable, bringing out the best in me and making me realize the world is big.

As the fucking becomes too much, too fierce, I cling to him helplessly as I begin to clench around his bulbous, throbbing cock.

He’s relentless. He doesn’t stop. He keeps going until I lose control. I growl as my body contracts.

“Alek!” I come so hard, screaming his name, spasming around him as the waves of pleasure crash over me. I slump against him, panting, and dazed from the earth-shattering orgasm.

“Mine.” One final thrust, he growls like an angry wolf, grinding his pelvis against mine, which lets him go off.

I feel his cock pulse inside me, and my sex clenches one last time, squeezing out one last shiver of pleasure from my swollen flesh.

“Mine,” he says again. His voice is rough. His hold on me is tight.

For a second, I shudder, realizing he just claimed me.

My heart still thuds from the post-coital aftershocks. My fingers tremble as I still cling to him, contemplating how to respond to that or if I should just ignore it and pretend he’s just caught in a moment of sexual ecstasy.

Suddenly, I feel we’re moving. A few seconds later, I feel my back rest on the bed. Without a word, I release my legs around him, letting him go.

“Kiss me,” he commands, but his expression is vulnerable.

I obey, meeting his lips with mine.

Moaning, he claims me again, devours me, and claims me with his cock. 

I surrender willingly. This time, he takes me slowly as if he’s making love to me.