After she grabbed me into a kiss, I surrendered, all my senses overwhelmed. I reprimanded myself—what was I thinking anyway, going to her house when she was in heat? Why had I thought it would go any other way? But I couldn’t lie to myself. She tasted absolutely delicious. Kissing her was even better than I imagined. I couldn’t stop the image of her completely naked and aroused from entering my mind, now recalling the beautiful curves of her body, her pert breasts, and her toned legs. And she was so wet and so tight. There had been nothing I wanted more than to bury my cock inside her. I had the worst blue balls of my life.
I parked in the packhouse lot, relieved that Blake’s car was absent. He wouldn’t stand in my way as I ran up to my room to take care of myself and how horny I was at that moment.
I sprinted into the packhouse and up the stairs, only to find Lucy waiting for me in my room, seated on my bed. “How did you get in here?” I asked, knowing we kept all the doors locked at all times.
“The housekeepers let me in.”
“Why are you here?” I questioned.
“I missed you, Luke. You’ve been so busy, and I feel like we’re long-distance all over again.” She came to me, wrapping her arms around me. Then she started sniffing and I knew I’d been caught. “Why do you smell like Jasmine?”
“There’s something we need to talk about,” I said, taking her hands and bringing her to sit on the bed with me. I hesitated, feeling sick at having to reveal this information to her.
She looked at me, her eyes burning into mine. “Well?” she asked. “What is it?”
“Lucy, I don’t know how to say this. So, I’ll just come out and say it. I’ve met my mate.”
She pulled her hands out of mine, and I watched as she closed her eyes. After some time, she asked, “And who’s your mate? Although, I think I know the answer.”
“Jasmine.”
“And you just figured it out today or what?” She opened her eyes and looked at me.
“No, I figured it out a week ago at her birthday party,” I confessed, realizing how much I’d screwed up.
She had a death glare in her eyes. “And you didn’t think to tell me before today? Is that why you’ve been avoiding me? Is that it? You’re going to leave me for Jasmine now and forget about me? You didn’t even have the decency to tell me?”
I pulled her hands into mine again, feeling sick at my actions toward her. “No, that’s not it at all. I just wanted to give myself some space to think about it. This was all sprung on me so suddenly, and I just needed time to figure out what to do. My feelings for you haven’t changed. I still love you very much. But what am I supposed to do? The Moon Goddess gives us all one mate, and mine happens to be Jasmine. I can’t help the way I feel toward her now. I wish this never happened, but I can’t change it.”
“So, reject her then! You won’t have these feelings anymore if you just reject her. Then we can just go back to how things were.” I was a bit shocked at Lucy’s demand that I just reject her best friend. How could it be so simple in her mind?
“Lucy, please, be reasonable. I don’t want to hurt you. I just need some space right now so I can make the right decision.”
“It doesn’t seem like you needed any space from Jasmine. I smell her all over you.” She took my hand, smelling it, catching me red-handed. Tears filled her eyes. I watched as they spilled over, running down her cheeks. I felt a deep affection for her, her pain affecting me in my chest. I reached for her, bringing her against my body, holding her tightly, and inhaling her scent. As much as Jasmine affected me, I still felt very deeply about Lucy, and hated myself for hurting her.
She pulled away and stood up, unzipping her dress, revealing that she was completely naked underneath it. I instantly felt myself go rock-hard. I didn’t think I’d ever been so hard in my life, my cock throbbing with desire. I was already horny when she arrived, and now she was putting me over the edge. I was surprised I hadn’t prematurely ejaculated with how worked up I was.
She walked over, and lifted my shirt over my head, kissing me down my chest and abs. She then undid my belt, pulling it clean out of the loops. Her hands unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, pulling them down, urging me to lift myself off the bed so she could remove them completely. She kneeled down on the floor in front of me, easing my legs apart, and instantly put her hands and mouth on my cock. I was putty in her hands as she used her years of practice and knowledge of exactly what I liked to get me off. She cupped my balls in one hand, while she used the other hand to rub up and down my shaft in sync with her mouth, coating and lubricating me with her saliva. She pushed my cock so deep into her throat that I was surprised she wasn’t gagging. I groaned in pleasure at the feeling of her mouth on me. I knew it wouldn’t take me long to come. Then she suddenly stopped.
“You like that, huh?” she asked.
I nodded in confirmation, not being able to speak.
“You like when I fuck you with my mouth? You like feeling your cock jammed down my throat?” She pushed me back forcefully so I was lying on the bed. Knowing I’d let her do anything she wanted to me, I watched as she climbed on top of me and lowered herself onto my cock. I moaned in the pleasure of feeling myself inside her. She was so warm and wet and I didn’t think I’d ever loved the feeling of being inside her so much. She began riding me fervently, her breasts bouncing, her ass hitting against me as she landed, her moans loud as if she was performing in a porno. Less than a minute after my cock had entered her, the strongest orgasm I’d ever felt exploded within me as I felt myself forcefully spray the inside of her with my come.
She withdrew herself from me as I watched semen drip down the insides of her legs. She got up and pulled her dress back over her body then looked at me and said, “There’s no fucking way Jasmine fucks you as good as I do.” She grabbed her purse and walked out of my room. I sighed as I lay back in my bed, wondering what just happened, feeling as if the day so far had all just been a dream.
Chapter 31
Jasmine
ThedayafterLukecame over, I could tell that my heat had eased. I no longer felt the same intense swelling between my legs. I still desired Luke, but it was not the same desperation I had felt the morning prior. It was dark outside when I woke. After I shut off my alarm, I lay in my bed with my eyes closed, reliving everything that had happened the day before, recalling Luke’s naked body and how he made me orgasm for the first time in my life.
After imagining what it would be like to be with someone for so long, the actual encounter turned out better than my imagination. I reminisced about the feeling of Luke pressed against my body, his hands on my bare skin, and the sensation of sparks between my legs. My thighs were tingling in memory of the encounter—I could still feel his fingers inside me. He knew what he was doing. And then another thought came to my mind. After hearing Lucy talk about how good Luke was in bed, I could now confirm that she had not just been talking—he was good. And, I realized with horror, he was good because he was experienced, with years of practice hooking up with Lucy.
Shit, we still hadn’t told her! My arousal shifted to guilt. I was a horrible friend. I had gone behind Lucy’s back, practically slept with her boyfriend, and she still had no clue he was my mate. I knew it wasn’t exactly an excuse but, to be fair, I hadn’t exactly been lucid. The person I was the day prior wasn’t me—I had turned into a rabid animal, ready to mount the first victim that turned up. I hadn’t even invited Luke over! He just came—and in only one sense of the word.
I wondered what it all meant. Why had Luke come over while I was in heat? Had he decided he wanted to be with me? And what did it mean that he had just rushed out right after? Was he unhappy with something I did, or, well, didn’t do? I grumbled as I forced myself to get up, confused by the mixed signals Luke was sending.