BirthStone

by Sydney Addae

  Chapter 29

  Jasmine watched Silas as he strode into the room. There was something different about him. She couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was. He stopped, checked on the four small cribs, and placed kisses on the cheeks of each child. His vibrant eyes glowed blue-green when he turned in her direction.

  Everything within her tightened and throbbed at his deliberate approach. She waited for him to speak.

  He didn’t.

  Instead, he crawled up to her from the foot of the bed, reminding her that her man was indeed a predator. Her thighs quivered when he reached them. The heat in his gaze stole her breath. While staring into her eyes, he pulled the cover from her and placed his warm hand on her breast. When he rubbed her nipple, his palm had a rougher texture than normal, the friction sent waves of pleasure to her core.

  “Mmm,” she moaned, opening herself to him.

  He pulled her nipple. She shuddered as he pinched it and then ran his lip across the tight bud. Reaching up, she pulled his head down, wanting to keep his mouth on her breast. “Yeah, right there,” she whispered as moisture trickled from between her thighs. He lavished each breast with loving affection, sending a heat wave of need through her. With bent legs, she widened them in invitation. “Now Silas. Now.”

  Instead of moving to do her bidding, he roughly claimed her mouth with his lips to hers. His tongue sought and secured entranced. A moan escaped from her throat at the pleasure. He placed his questing fingers at her entrance. Hungry to be filled, she rolled her hips against his hand. He got the message and touched her in earnest until his fingers filled her. In and out, he thrust his tongue and fingers, mimicking a dance that never grew old. Her body responded, releasing more fluid in preparation.

  She grabbed his hair and pulled. “Now,” she growled, needing him with a desperation she couldn’t describe. His scent, his touch, his taste inundated her senses. She had no idea where he stopped and she began, nor did it matter. Not now. The blinding need to join with him rode her hard.

  He topped her and slid forward, filling and stretching her in one thrust with his hard thickness. Once fully seated, he stopped. In symphonic harmony, they both sighed.

  “Good,” he grunted in a garbled voice.

  She held his hips in place with her hand. “Damn good.” He moved and it got better. Thrust for thrust, she met him as they journeyed together toward fulfillment. He had left himself wide open, allowing her to see and feel what she meant to him. Her breath hitched at the depth of his commitment. Pouring all the love in her heart through their link, he shuddered and then quickened his pace. His body stroked faster, deeper, harder inside her, hitting against her velvety walls. Fire spread throughout her body destroying her defenses, leaving her open to him on every level.

  Caught in the maelstrom of their emotions, she rose higher, tightening, until she flew over the edge in a blinding flash as her orgasm tore through her. He thickened inside her. She held him tighter, eager to receive all of him. His body pulsed as he came with a loud cry, releasing his seed deep within her body. He tensed, shuddered, and then relaxed on top of her. She wrapped her legs around him to keep him close a bit longer.

  “Good?” he muttered into her neck, as she found the strength to stroke his hair.

  “Always, baby,” she said softly, and then placed a kiss on his head. He was so precious to her, she could not imagine life without her wolf. She exhaled into the comfort of their joining.

  “Must have been good tonight…in town,” she said, softly stroking him.

  “It was, but it paled in comparison to what we just shared. I love you, Jasmine.” He leaned up and met her gaze. “Thank you for mating with me. I want the ceremony, forget our enemies. I want the world to know you are my mate, my sweet bitch. Say yes.”

  Unable to speak, she nodded as tears of joy streamed from her eyes.

  Chapter 30

  Silas and Jasmine sat in the room with Victoria. After three days under the watchful care of Matt and Jacques, she had broken her addiction. Her eyes were clearer than Jasmine had seen since her arrival at the compound, and her mental capabilities were back on track. She sat up in bed, gazing at Jasmine and Silas.

  “You’re a wolf…I mean you can change into a wolf.” She pointed at Silas. He nodded. She turned her attention to Jasmine. “You gave birth to half-breed babies?” She shook her head. “One day they will shift into wolves, is that right?”

  “Yes, Mom.”

  “The twins are half-breed wolves and so is Rose?”

  “Yes,” Jasmine said, searching for her depleted well of patience. Her mom had not been the best patient the last couple of days.

  “And Silas is your mate, the one person created for you?” The skepticism in her voice rubbed Jasmine the wrong way. Just as she was about to answer, Silas stepped in.

  “Yes, just as you have a mate. That one person who will complete you so that you will stop searching. Aren’t you tired of looking for someone to love you unconditionally? Someone you can be yourself with?”

  Her mom stared at Silas and then laughed. “You sound like one of those dating commercials. Okay…I’ll bite.” She paused and then said in a shy voice. “Yes…yes, I want a man who completes me, who totally gets me in every way. I’ve been searching my whole life for the right man,” she ended dryly, rolling her eyes.

  Jasmine bit back a laugh at her mom’s antics. This was the Victoria she had grown up with. That woman had always been a force to be reckoned with.

  “Listen, I believe the wolf thing because I’ve seen them before. No need to discuss that further.” Her mother waved down any questions. “We need to keep that quiet, believe me I understand that my grandchildren are special. I’m damn proud and will do my part to keep them safe.” She closed her eyes. “I loved Mark. It’s hard to believe he was used like that, but I saw the footage and have to accept he was not the person I thought he was. In time, I might be ready to take on another lover, but not right now.”

  Understanding, Jasmine met her mother’s gaze and nodded. “No problem. I just want you to get better, you’ve been through a lot. The poison is still in your system, it’ll take a couple of weeks to fully flush it out. And then you’ll need to take supplements to rebuild your strength.”

  “I know. Thank you for ... well, for everything. Especially that well-edited explanation you gave Renee. I couldn’t take another of her give women a try speeches that she gives me after every break-up. I’d rather have her believe I was sick and that Mark had died from exposure, than to see her pity over another bad choice I made.”

  Jasmine rubbed her mom’s arm in commiseration. Renee had forgiven Jasmine’s bad treatment during her visit when she discovered her mom had contracted an almost fatal disease. Jasmine wound up as a heroine battling germs to save her children in Renee and Mandy’s eyes. Mark’s demise had been glossed over in deference to their mother’s health.

  Silas stood. “We ask that you stay as long as you wish, you never really had a chance to get to know our babies.”

  Noticing her mom’s drowsiness, Jasmine rose as well. “Of course she’s sticking around a bit, I need some help and she’s offered to give it to me.”

  Her mom frowned. “I did? When?”

  “When you didn’t make it to Germany to help with the twins. You promised to help with my next batch. I’m calling you on it, now.”

  Her mom laughed.

  Silas smiled.

  Jasmine grinned as she and Silas left the room hand in hand. She nodded to Jacques, who walked in and sat in one of the chairs. He pulled out a book and read while her mom drifted to sleep. Tomorrow, her man and her sons would track down the lab and shut it down. She wanted her life to return to normal. Leaning into her mate, she sighed at his low growl.

  Forget normal she thought gazing at his wolf hiding behind his eyes, it was overrated anyway.