by Tl Reeve
Her mate groaned, fisting himself. He pumped his cock, matching her pace. The sight stole her ability to think. They’d done this before. Masturbated in front of each other. It made them burn for each other and when they finally fucked...it was explosive. Jasmine cried out. The tingling sensation of her impending release had her breath hitching and her heart pounding.
“Stop,” Rapier growled. “You’re going to come on my dick.”
Jasmine whined. She’d been so close to the relief she needed. “Please.”
“I love it when you beg, kitten.” He lifted her from the floor then spun her, so she faced the wall. “You’re going come hard on one stroke then I’m filling you up.” He nipped at her neck. “Then the fun will really start.”
Rapier kicked her feet apart then lined himself up with her entrance. Anticipation pounded through her veins. She needed this as much as he did. He rubbed her clit with the crest of his dick then just when she thought he’d let her come, he thrust into her. He didn’t stop until he was fully seated within her. The delicious slide of his cock along the sensitive tissues of her pussy had her climaxing. She curled her fingers into her palms as her pussy pulsed and rippled around him.
Her mate grabbed her hips and held her flush to him while he ground against her. The large piercing at his tip tapped her sweet spot over and over, extending her pleasure, leaving her delirious. Rapier groaned through his release, giving tiny flexes of his hips. It felt amazing, but at the same time, not enough. She could feel the wild part of her coming alive, swirling together with her human conscience.
She yowled.
Rapier’s lion replied with a soft roar.
A wicked and delicious thought filtered through her mind. Run. Make him chase her. It took all of her strength to pull off of him. When she glanced down, the big lion continued to dribble cum from his slit. Oh yeah, he was going to be super pissed at her. She smiled to herself as she began to run for the stairs. Rapier’s outraged roar had goose bumps forming on her skin, and anticipation swirled through her.
Jasmine ripped her shirt and bra off as she went, not caring for the moment where they would land. Later she could clean up. Ahead of her, their room. She could feel Rapier looming behind her, though he didn’t make a sound. The thrill of the chase had adrenaline spiking in her system.
Rapier pounced, taking her to the carpeted floor of the hall. He filled her once more and began to fuck her in earnest. Jasmine cried out, pushing back against him. He latched onto the mark, holding her in place as he ruthlessly used her body and she fucking loved it. She gave over to the pleasure and the yearning. Gave over to his dominance. She went pliant in his arms, waiting for the right moment to break away from him and make a mad dash for their room.
He thickened within her, and she knew he was close to coming again. When he gasped and shuddered, he released his hold of her neck. She was off again. Rapier made a pained sound. Something between a roar and pleasure. She glanced over her shoulder to see him pumping another load from his hard cock.
“You’re in so much trouble when I get my hands on you, kitten.” He groaned. “Making me waste my cum. I should make you lick it up.”
Her hands trembled. Her heart pounded. Rapier stalked her like his lion would prey. He loomed over her. His breath fanned across her back, and she shivered from the sensation. Rapier closed the door to their room behind him. “Now, what am I going to do with all of his cum in my hand?”
Jasmine’s breath came in soft pants. “Whatever you want, daddy.”
He growled. “Damn straight, kitten. Get up on the bed on your hands and knees and show me my pussy.”
Jasmine scrambled into position, making sure she was on display for him. The heat of Rapier’s body radiated over her as he came up behind her. The trickle of his release dribbled onto her slit and onto her rear. She wiggled, desperate for him. Rapier smacked her ass.
“Stay still, or else I am going to waste this,” he grumbled. “So fucking pretty.”
“You’re so dirty,” she murmured.
“Says the kitten who decided to tease me.”
She glanced over her shoulder and gasped. Rapier stroked his cock, covering it in cum. “Can’t make this easy on you.”
“Never.” He groaned, feeding his cock into her pussy. “I fucking missed this. Missed coming in your pussy. Missed the games. Missed hearing the sounds you make when you orgasm.” He circled her rear with his thumb then eased into her. “That’s it, kitten, let me in.”
Fire raced along her spine, and Jasmine arched to him. The pressure added to the pleasure. She lowered her shoulders more, giving Rapier better access to her body. He knew what she wanted without even saying a word. They’d always been this in tune with each other’s desires.
“Rapier...”
“Yes, kitten?” He removed the tip of his thumb then pressed a finger into her.
“No more teasing.”
He chuckled and gave her a small thrust of his hips. “No more teasing? You should have thought about that when you left me coming in my hand.”
“I didn’t cli—” She cried out when he tapped her clit with his other hand.
“You didn’t what?”
“Cli-max,” she sobbed.
“You didn’t?” He sighed. “Poor kitten. Do you ache?”
“Yes.”
His rough chuckle vibrated against her. “Good.”
Rapier rolled his hips, fucking her hard while his fingers tried to match the pace. She couldn’t concentrate on either spot—her rear or her pussy. Bliss pinged through her, lighting her up like a Christmas tree. It built within her, churning until she thought she would go mad. Then he was pulling out. She cried out from the empty feeling; however, before she could voice her disapproval, he was back, this time pushing at her rear.
“Easy now, it’s been a while. Nice and slow,” Rapier murmured. “Let me in.”
Jasmine shuddered and pushed back. She absorbed the pinch of pain, allowing it to bloom into pleasure. The sensation of being over full rode the thread of pleasure, and she accepted it. Her mate snarled behind her. He held back, she realized, so not to injure her. Silly lion.
She rocked her hips, taking him deeper within her. Even when he growled at her and gripped her hips hard enough she knew he’d leave marks on her skin, she didn’t stop. She needed her mate. By him being gentle with her, he drove her insane. She yowled with a sense of relief the minute he was fully seated within her.
“Fuck, kitten.” He covered her back with his chest. “Are you purposefully trying to tempt me?”
“Yes,” she hissed, glancing over her shoulder. “Fuck me like we’re in rut.”
“I can never deny you anything.” He situated them so they were both on the bed then leveraged himself over her.
The change of position gave him better access to her body. He fucked her in long, sure strokes while his fingers continued to manipulate her clit. She cried out, her pussy fluttering with her impending release. Rapier groaned. His hips stuttered, and he lost his pace.
“Give it to me, kitten.” He pressed down on her clit.
Jasmine jerked. The bliss building inside of her broke, and her orgasm shot through her. She screamed Rapier’s name as he rode her through her release. She clung to the bed for purchase, sure she’d float away if she let go. “Yes...” She moaned into the covers. “Don’t stop.”
“Wasn’t planning on it, kitten.” His thrusts were demanding, strong. He kept at her, taking her from one climax to another.
He left her weak but frantic for more. It was the one side effect of being a feline. Their heat wouldn’t cool like a canine’s would. They’d become frenzied wild animals, driven to fuck until either she became pregnant or her cycle came to an end. She’d only been through this once with her mate. Leaving him afterwards had been the hardest thing she’d done. Now, back in his arms, she’d never be able to walk away.
He covered her back, kissing her shoulders and neck. The sounds rumbling in his chest
thrilled her. As much as he drove her insane, she did the same to him. Rapier cupped her breasts, holding her snug to him while he shortened his strokes. He nuzzled her, his breath hitching with each groan.
“Fuck, kitten. Don’t move. Gonna come.” He grunted. “So tight.”
Jasmine whined. “Don’t stop, daddy.”
“Shit, why you gotta say my name like that? All soft and sweet.” He stilled then buried himself as deep as he could and moaned. “Now you got me coming hard.” He bit down into her mark as he throbbed inside of her.
Jasmine gave a small sigh. “I love you, Rapier. Don’t fucking scare me like that again.”
Rapier rolled them so they were lying back to chest. His breath still came in a heaving pant. “Kitten, if there would have been any other way, I would have taken it. It scared the shit out of me too. I just got all three of you back in my life, no way in hell I’m going to lose you. I swear, I will make this up to you and the girls.”
“I don’t want to lose you either,” she said. “We have to be careful. This isn’t over.”
“No, it’s not. You’re right. Raymond is still active. Now, we have to figure out how he’s getting away with it and shut it down.” He lowered his hand between her legs and began to tease her clit. “How about we get a shower and I apologize again for scaring you?” He brushed a kiss across her temple. “I’m still rock hard.”
She still needed him too. “I say you’re on. But, I have a feeling the brood will be home soon.”
“Fuck them,” Rapier growled. “If they need to get laid, they can go find someone.”
Jasmine laughed. “I meant our daughters and Tate and Henry.”
Rapier cursed under his breath. “I’m still fucking you in the shower. The girls will be fine. I’m trying to make up for lost time.”
She snorted, shaking her head. “You’re still an ass.”
“I’m your ass.” He pulled from her and hissed. “Yeah, I’m going to need back in that pussy. Seeing my cum on you and knowing it’s in you is driving me insane.”
“I think you enjoy marking me and that’s why it’s driving you insane.” She turned her head. “Don’t worry about the girls, okay?” She grinned, taking his hand. “They’ll be fine. Zoe is a hell of a lot tougher than you give her credit for and Bell... She’s going to be your daddy’s girl, just give her time.”
He purred, grinning like a fool. “Damn...I still can’t believe we have two beautiful girls.” He snatched her up into his arms then winked at her before smacking her rear. “Come on, kitten. Daddy needs his pussy.”
“You’re incorrigible.” Jasmine laughed.
Chapter Eight
Rapier sat on the couch, nursing a beer, as his brothers came in the back door, one by one, discussing his arrest today like a bunch of gossiping, cackling hens. They had no idea he was even home, and he didn’t announce himself either. They were shifters, for fuck’s sake. Their animals should have sensed him. Their laziness wasn’t on him.
After he had fucked Jasmine into a coma, he’d gotten a shower, pulled his relaxed, sleeping mate close to his big body and began to dose. He’d have to catch as much sleep as he could, when he could. Rapier had realized as he fucked her in the shower, then on their bed again, this cycle would be hard on both of them. He’d let out a soft sigh when his phone rang, waking Jasmine up.
Sage wanted to bring the girls home, and Rapier needed them home.
Jasmine, being Jasmine, didn’t want to inconvenience the deputy. She got up, dressed, and went to pick the girls up, using the excuse of being able to talk to them about what happened. He was an asshole, but not so much of a one that he didn’t realize his mate was the better one for that job. He’d be like a bull in a china shop. Most likely he’d end up terrifying the girls instead of reassuring them. She’d also want to learn her way around the town they’d be calling home as well.
Rapier rubbed at his chest, over his heart. Yet another thing he had to thank Raymond Quincy for. His inability to communicate with his cubs.
“Hey!” Wy came to an abrupt stop when he saw Rapier on the sofa. In one hand he had his dirty, beat-up work boots and in the other his phone. “I didn’t realize you were home.”
Rapier cocked a brow before taking a long pull from the brown bottle in his hand. “Been home since I was released from jail.” He fought to keep the smile from his lips as his remaining brothers filtered in, watching him wearily.
Nosey asses.
“You okay?” Saber inquired, giving the others a sideways glance.
The three others scurried up the steps like the devil was on their asses without saying a word to Rapier. Dumbasses.
“Been better,” he admitted. “Guess the whole town knows?”
“Yeah, seems like most do,” Saber said. “Wouldn’t worry about it though.”
Easy for Saber to say. He wasn’t named Co-Alpha to the pack and Pride. It could cause issues with the townsfolk and their business. As crazy as the Rafertys were, the town didn’t need a man who couldn’t control himself out in public.
“Why is that?” he asked before downing the rest of the warm, bitter brew.
“Several of the deputies, including Kalkin, were seen and heard out and around the town, openly discussing what had happened. It’ll squish any rumors about the incident.”
Rapier nodded. If Caden hadn’t believed him, why should he suspect others would? Maybe because Caden had a hard-on for you because you’d given the illusion of forming a relationship with Danielle when Caden had his head up his ass.
“Where are the girls?” Saber asked.
Rapier told him. “We’ll figure out dinner when they get back with Jasmine.”
“I’ll leave you to it.” Saber nodded to his beer bottle before bounding up the stairs, two at a time.
As was their custom, the brothers immediately showered after a workday, changing into fresh clothes before dinner or relaxing for the night. Less than ten minutes later, Wy came back down, sounding like a damn herd of buffalo, not the wolf he was.
“I’m out.” Wy’s dark hair, still wet from his shower, had been slicked back and the ends were curling where his hair was starting to dry. The light gray shirt he wore stuck to him in places where he was still wet. “I…ah…gotta date.”
Rapier cocked a brow. Knowing his youngest brother having a date meant he was going to see his fuck buddy. It wasn’t easy for his family to have to listen and smell the scent of Jasmine and him fucking. It was only going to get worse when Jasmine’s cycle was full on. “Make sure you glove up your shit.”
Wy snickered. “Always. I’m too young to have any pups nipping at my heels.”
“No truer words have ever been spoken.” Rapier chuckled the cautioned, “Be safe.”
Granted, Wy might be a royal pain in his ass, but he was family, and Rapier wasn’t stupid. If Raymond Quincy couldn’t get to his girls, he might start going after his brothers. “I always am, big brother.” Wy gave a wave as he made his way to the kitchen.
Rapier winced when the back-screen door slammed shut. If his mate was here, she’d rip Wy’s balls off for allowing the door to slam. It was another one of her ‘rules.’ The others disappeared after their showers. Rapier gave each of them the same warning, even though Wy was the only one who needed the reminder.
Saber sat down on the other smaller couch after he’d given Rapier a fresh beer.
“Wy go see his ‘friend’? Saber asked.
Rapier chuckled when Saber made air quotes with his fingers as he said friend. “Leave him alone. He’s finally getting his dick wet. Long as he gloves his shit up, I could give a shit.” He shrugged.
Saber leaned forward, resting his elbows on his spread knees. “I’ve been thinkin’...”
“Fuck, bro, I thought I smelled something burning,” Rapier teased.
“Fuck off. I’m serious,” Saber snapped.
“Yeah? Me too.”
After bringing the cold bottle to his lips, he took a long swallow.
The amber liquid inside was ice cold, burning the back of his throat as he swallowed.
“You should talk to Kal and see if you can make a complaint,” Saber advised.
“Already did. Since the guy didn’t press charges, only thing on record right now is my complaint. Doesn’t matter though. We have no clue who he is. I fucked his face up, so any pictures won’t be helpful.” Rapier rolled the bottle back and forth between his palms. “I know that motherfucker Quincy sent the bastard to rile me up.”
“It worked,” Saber remarked.
Rapier glared at his brother for a split second before telling him word for word what the asshole had said about his girls.
Saber shook his head. “How did you not fucking kill him?”
“Fuckin’ Caden showed up.”
“You know, you two just need to beat the shit out of each other.”
“It’s coming. I warned Kal,” Rapier said. “Although I don’t think it’s a good idea to kill his twin and Beta.”
The sounds of a familiar truck pulling in the back parking area had his lion perking up. Even after their afternoon delight, his lion, the horndog, was raring to go. fucking. Rapier winced when his lion roared in his mind. Prickly bastard. “Girls are home.”
Saber nodded.
The back door was pushed open with such force, he could hear it bounce off the wall.
“That’s going to leave a mark,” Saber joked. “Good thing we’ve got a couple guys who can fix it.”
Zoe came barreling into the room first, her observant gaze sweeping over him, taking in the beer in his right hand and his relaxed pose. “How was the big house, Pops? You remember the rule about not dropping the soap, didn’t ya?”
Cheeky little shit.
Rapier couldn’t help but smile at his older daughter’s smart mouth. “Sure did. It helped I wasn’t in the slammer long enough to need a shower.”
Zoe burst out laughing. “Mom told us what happened and why you did what you did.”
“She did, did she? Your mom’s cool like that,” he remarked.
Zoe launched herself into his lap, her thin arms wrapped around his neck. She was so close he could hear her heartbeat. Rapier inhaled through his nose, memorizing and enjoying the soft scent of his cub. Slowly, as to not scare her, he wrapped one of his massive arms around her back.
