I instantly pulled out a condom and did exactly as asked. She grabbed my headboard as I pounded against her.
“Harder, Luke, fuck me as hard as you can.” I started pounding harder against her, her arousal transferring to me. I found myself slipping a finger into her ass, causing her to moan even louder with her approval. I moved my finger in and out of her ass as I pounded her, enthralled. Before long, her whole body trembled with orgasm, setting off my own release. We both collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily.
I quickly ran into the en suite bathroom to clean myself and returned, snuggling up against her naked body. I felt intoxicated by her. I brushed my fingers through her hair, and kissed her gently, enjoying being close to her. After some time, we finally dressed, and I walked her downstairs to see her out of the packhouse.
Blake
Iwashomeatthe packhouse one evening, going through some emails on my laptop, when I heard moans from up above. I felt myself go hard at the noise, aroused by the thought of sex. It had been a long time, I thought to myself. Because the moans were barely audible from where I was sitting, it was hard to determine exactly who was making them, or if Luke was maybe just watching porn very loudly in his room. After some time, they stopped, and I forced myself to concentrate on my work again.
Before long, I could hear footsteps coming down the stairs. I snuck over to an area where I’d be unseen but able to see who was coming down, wondering if Luke had had Jasmine up in his room, feeling envious of his luck. But then I spotted the long legs and the blond hair. No, it wasn’t Jasmine at all.
I waited until Luke walked Lucy to the door, kissing her deeply, and shutting it behind her. He smiled to himself and was about to head back upstairs. Before he could move too far, I jumped out and punched him in the face, breaking his nose. He fell backwards, a faucet of blood drenching his T-shirt.
He looked up, shock on his face. “What the fuck, man!” he yelled at me.
“I should be asking you, what the fuck, myself!”
“Why did you just punch me?” he shouted, adjusting his nose and standing up.
“Don’t you have a fucking mate?”
I was enraged on Jasmine’s behalf. He shook his head, his eyes closed, not answering me. I stood there, waiting. Finally, he spoke. “You’re one to talk. You’re the one who wants to make my mate your next pump and dump.”
My fists clenched at his words, ready to deal another blow. “That’s not fucking true! Why would you say that?” I bellowed.
“What, all of a sudden you’re some saint? You act like I didn’t witness what went on before you met your mate, and after. Let’s see, there was Ashley, Tiffany, Andrea, Tina. Should I continue the list?”
“Look, man, I know I wasn’t an angel in high school, or the year before I left for college. Hell, I wasn’t an angel in Siberia either. But I like Jasmine. I care about her. And what you’re doing to her is not cool. It’s not right to string her along if you have no intention of dumping Lucy. If you want to be with Lucy, then at least reject Jasmine so she can move on. But don’t pretend you need fucking space while you’re in here fucking Lucy. That’s really not cool, man. And what’s even less cool is that you’re showing up at her house while she’s in heat, taking advantage of her.”
“She told you about that?” I stared at him, not responding to his question. He continued, “My intention was not to take advantage of her.”
“Then why would you go to her house when you knew she was in heat? What did you think would happen? You knew she wouldn’t be able to make rational decisions in that state.”
“I don’t know. I just wanted to talk to her to make sure she knew not to go out and, you know, what happens during heat.”
I rolled my eyes. “A phone call could have sufficed.” I watched as he looked pained. His mouth and chin were covered in drying blood.
He shook his head. “Goddess, it’s so fucking hard. I love Lucy, but the mate bond’s just so strong with Jasmine. I can’t even wrap my head around the idea of rejecting her. I don’t know if I want to.”
“Well, she’s pretty fucking amazing. If she were my mate, I’d know to never reject her.” I walked away, leaving Luke in his bloody state.
Chapter 35
Jasmine
Takingadvantageofmywillingness to run errands, my mom sent me to the grocery store with a list on a Saturday morning at the end of October, before work. I was placing zucchinis into a plastic bag when Lucy’s mom pulled up next to me with her grocery cart.
“Ah, Jasmine! I’m so glad to see you!”
I was pleasantly surprised to hear that she was glad. There was hope that Lucy hadn’t swayed her to believe that I had sprouted whiskers and a wormy tail. I replied, “Good morning, Ivy.”
“It’s been forever since we’ve seen you! I’ve been waiting for you to come by so I could tell you something.”
I was wondering if Lucy had told her anything. I decided it would be best to just act like everything was normal. “Oh, what’s that?”
“Well, I’m not sure if you remember, but a while back I told you a story about my old friend Katie.”
“Yes, I remember that story. Did you ever get in touch with her?”