“Must try,” Jasmine whispered. Did that mean Reid wanted to try these? Did it mean these were things he hadn’t done? She found it hard to believe that a man with as many obvious, undeniable conquests would have things he’d never done.
The sucking segment ended with the man making an amusing face, and another segment started. This time a man was tied to a bed as a woman slowly tortured him with her body. After that, a woman did a strip tease for the tied man, wiggling around as she danced seductively. Jasmine found herself swaying to the cheesy music, trying a few of the moves. Then, with the man still tied, the woman had her way with him by riding on top.
Jasmine kept watching the films, taking a seat on the couch before the screen. The music was most comical. The actors and actresses were overdramatic and seemed to be forgetting some of their lines as they stuttered over their short speeches. Despite this, she squirmed in her seat, finding that she actually got a little aroused by the shows.
Next, the woman was in a swing of sorts as the man pulled her back and forth in front of him. Jasmine bit her lip. There was another strip tease, another woman sucking a man with him lying on a bed, another sucking scene where the man was in a chair. There was yet another sucking scene where the man was on top, pumping his hips down into the woman’s mouth as he in turn had his face buried between her thighs. She wondered if the ongoing theme meant Reid wanted her to suck him into her mouth.
“Ride me, cowboy,” Jasmine repeated softly, trying to remember some of the ideas presented in the ‘documentaries’ for later. All the women in these movies were extremely vocal. Some of them even said some pretty naughty things.
A slow smile crept to her face, and she just couldn’t look away. “Must try, huh?”
29
Reid was tired from his hunt. He’d been successful, but with his mind constantly on Jasmine and the memory of her sweet, naked flesh, he’d been a little distracted. It had taken him longer than normal to track, and even then two of his prey got away. Finally, he was able to bag a baldric and a prongin. As the baldric was a bird, it would only be good for a meal or two. The large prongin would give them meat for a long time.
He was still naked from the hunt but was well used to being out of doors in the nude. As a Var, he lost his clothes during a full shift.
After skinning the animals and preparing them for storage, he brought the meat inside. For some reason, he didn’t think Jasmine would appreciate seeing the carcasses before they were prepared. She was a lady, through and through, proper, elegant, refined. He didn’t want to insult her delicate sensibilities.
“Ah, ride me, stud!”
Reid froze to hear the womanly scream. It was instantly followed by a man’s moan of pleasure. He tensed.
“What the…?” he began, swearing under his breath. Jealous rage swept through him as he dropped the meat on the floor. It landed with a heavy thud as he ran to the stairs. He felt his teeth elongate in his mouth as his body shifted half way. Fur prickled over his shoulders and chest, as a predatory growl sounded in the back of his throat.
He reached the top, taking several steps at a time. Jasmine stood in the middle of the bedroom, her hands behind her back and a guilty look on her face as she stared at him.
“Reid,” she gasped, glancing around. He took a menacing step forward. “I didn’t, ah, hear you come in.”
“Obviously,” he growled, taking in her flushed features. He easily caught the scent of her arousal in the room. Tension worked its way through his body. By the potency of her smell, he’d obviously interrupted something.
“Reid?” Jasmine asked, breathless. She backed away from him. “What’s wrong with you? Why are you all…animal-ish? Did something happen? Do you need some clothes?”
Even through this anger, he didn’t want her to be afraid of him. Her eyes raked over his naked body. No, that wasn’t just nervousness he detected. The beast in him excited her and she was trying hard to hide it. “Where is he?”
“Wh—?”
Reid pounced forward and gripped her arms. “I smell you.”
“Bu—?”
“Where is he? I heard him,” Reid demanded, shaking her slightly. Damn but she smelled good. If he weren’t so jealous, he’d throw her on the bed and continue with a little game of stalker and prey. Something fell on the floor as he shook her, and suddenly a loud moan sounded behind him.
“Yes, baby, yes!”
Reid turned, surprised to see the Earth sex tutorials on the viewing screen. The screen was so new that he didn’t even think she could be watching it. A slow grin crossed over his features as he turned back to her. He felt her tremble beneath his hands. Jasmine quickly pulled away and grabbed the remote, fumbling to turn the screen off. Finally the noise stopped.
Her wide eyes stared at him, so pretty and open. She didn’t play any coy games, didn’t try to hide the fact that she wanted him. Licking his lips, he watched as her mouth puckered in invitation. Her gaze drifted down his body, and a light moan sounded.
“You should’ve waited for me,” he said, his tone still gruff from his shifting. Drawing the fur back into himself, he let all but his eyes shift back to his human form. His shaft was hard, his body completely awakened by the intensity of his jealousy. He walked her back until they came against the wall.
A hesitant smile flashed across her features, fading just as fast as she looked up at him. She was breathing hard. Reid leaned closer. Jasmine gasped, tensing. Her mouth open, she leaned toward him, instantly kissing him in passion.
Reid groaned as she pressed her body tightly to his, rubbing along his taller frame as if she couldn’t get close enough. Since he was already naked, there was only the thin material of her pants between them. He rocked his hips, feeling her wet heat pressing into him as her leg lifted along his outer thigh.
Jasmine drew her mouth away. “Do that growl again.”
Reid growled, letting the beastly sound of his cat form rumble his throat. Instantly, he was rewarded with an intense rush of hot moisture in between her thighs. He went for her neck, letting his sharper teeth come out to play. His voice hoarse, he said, “You like the beast, do you?”
“Yes, oh yes,” she gasped, completely unashamed. She grabbed his hand and drew it to her hip. “Cut my clothes off me.”
Jasmine was playing with fire, and she didn’t even know it. The Var were sexual creatures, but to play with the beast, to encourage the very nature of the predator could lead to uncontrollable sex. He’d be mindless, unable to stop once he started. Reid knew he should pull away and get control, but one look at Jasmine’s face, and he somehow knew that she didn’t want him in control. There was no fear in her when it came to his shifted form. He extended a claw, letting her watch as he artfully sliced through the laces along her hip without hurting her. Her jaw dropped, and she tensed. The smell of her excitement thrilled him, spurring the beast on.
Reid ripped through her shirt, dragging a sharp claw between her breasts. She gasped, her back arching as if the aggressive act only made her all the more desperate in her arousal. He cupped the soft globe in his palm, growling over and over just to make her shiver with desire to hear his animalistic voice.
“Ah,” she panted, standing before him in her tattered clothing. She pulled back, throwing her arms up against the wall. Her eyes begged him to take her. She bit her lip.
Reid growled, reaching to pin her wrists over her head with one clawed hand as he thrust the other along her slick folds. He retracted the sharpened claws, careful not to hurt her as he parted the sensitive, wet flesh. Arching forward, she licked at his fangs.
“You play a dangerous…” Reid took a deep breath, forcing the gruff words as his body shifted even more, “game. The beast within me is nothing to be trifled with.”
“Don’t pull it back this time,” she whispered along his mouth. “I want to feel the animal in you. I want you to lose all control like I do.”
Reid knew what she was asking. He would never take her in his comp
letely shifted form, but she wanted the fangs and the claws. She wanted the wild, untamed beast he restrained. Her wide eyes begged him for it. Who was he to deny her? How could he even think to?
Roughly, he slid her up the smooth wall. Her legs were opened to him, and he took her, thrusting into her ready body. She was so wet, so hot, that he yelled in ecstasy to feel it. Unable to reign in the animal inside him, he laid claim to her, her soft cries driving him on. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, the nails biting his flesh.
Reid pumped his hips hard and fast, his butt tensing with each jerking movement. It felt too good. He couldn’t slow, couldn’t think beyond the driving need to release himself in her, to mark her as his woman so no man would ever dare to touch her. In that moment, he knew that she was who he wanted. The idea of any other man touching her made the passion inside him fiercer. Whether she realized it or not, she belonged to him, would always belong to him. He’d had his share of empty sex. Other women paled in comparison to her. When he’d released himself in Jasmine for the first time, he’d felt whole, complete. The burning, searching need in him went away.
His body worked into hers. Jasmine moaned and gasped, urging him on with every push of her body. Tremors racked her and she stiffened, arching back against the wall. Reid held her steady, keeping himself deep as the intense orgasm worked its way through her body. Only after he’d milked every bit of release from her, did he allow himself to come. His seed filled her. He kept her tight against him, giving it all to her.
It took a long moment before he could speak. Swallowing, almost nervous, he pulled back. “I lov—”
When he’d started speaking, she’d already been leaning in for the kiss. She didn’t stop, her lips cutting off his words. Reid put all the feeling and passion inside him into that kiss, giving himself over to her completely.
With a small giggle, Jasmine pulled back. Grinning, she said, “I know.”
His heart raced. Pleasure tried to erupt inside him.
“I love having sex with you too,” Jasmine said, giving him a shy smile. “I know what you’re trying to tell me, and I agree. It’s good that we don’t have the pressure of anything more on us. We’ll take our pleasure, have some fun and then when it’s over, it’s over. No regrets.”
Reid let his head drop to hide the heart-wrenching expression that was surely crossing his features at her words. All she wanted from him was sex. He’d finally allowed himself to want more, to accept that there might actually be just one woman for one man out there. He finally realized what it was his brothers had found when they’d life mated to their wives. Only, unlike his brothers, the woman he’d found didn’t want him back. Well, she wanted him, but just for his body. The fact left him cold on the inside.
He was still inside her, and he pulled out, slowly letting her slide down to the floor. Jasmine didn’t seem to notice his turmoil. She giggled again, before admitting softly, “I like it when you get all wild on me.”
Reid let loose a long breath and forced a light tone to his voice. “Mm, do you now, fea?”
He swallowed his heartache. Even in the wake of it, Reid was drawn to her. Letting a mask of playfulness come across his features, he licked the corner of her mouth before nipping at her bottom lip.
“So, mighty hunter,” Jasmine said. “What are you cooking us for dinner?”
“Sorry, fea,” Reid answered. “I hunt it. You cook it. Cooking and cleaning is woman’s work.”
Jasmine bit her lip. Pushing the center of his chest, she walked him back to the bed and gave a gentle shove. Reid fell on his back, automatically moving so that he lay completely on the bed. Jasmine shrugged out of the remains of her tattered shirt. His eyes devoured her. Sacred cats! She was beautiful.
Crawling over him, she rubbed her hands along his thighs, pushing his knees apart and up. When he was opened and exposed to her, she grinned and licked her finger. “You hunt. I cook. That’s fair. But, let’s do a little negotiation on that cleaning part shall we?”
Reid tensed. He was about to answer when her mouth came down to kiss his shaft. As she sucked him between her lush lips, he moaned, closing his eyes.
I give in, fea. You can have whatever you want.
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Jasmine couldn’t believe she was cooking for Reid again. He didn’t have a food simulator, which was odd though apparently he had at one point, and it broke.
So much for the ‘I’m no man’s slave’ mentality. Besides, the one time she had tried to make Reid help it became apparent that he may be a mighty hunter, but he was a lousy chef.
Truthfully, she didn’t mind preparing his food, had never minded cooking by hand. It had been Chad who insisted on the food simulator. And, not to sell herself short, she did successfully negotiate that a maid continued to do the cleaning while she was in his home. Actually, he’d caved really quickly.
Jasmine smiled, checking the brick oven. The turkey was almost done.
“Baldric,” she corrected herself softly, biting her lip. The turkey thing was called a baldric.
There were a lot of things that were different about Qurilixen, but on the whole, it wasn’t so bad. The people she’d met were nice, not that she’d met anyone while at Reid’s house. They’d been at his home for five glorious, sex filled days. In fact, they’d spent so much time in his bed, on his floor, in the tub, in the shower, out on the balcony, on the couch, on the kitchen counter and the kitchen floor, and about every conceivable place in between, that time became one big blur of pleasure.
Things were good, better than they’d been her entire life. She was no fool to think it would last forever. Someday, she’d have to wake up from the dream they’d created. If she didn’t do it on her own, Reid would surely do it for her. Jasmine saw his passionate appetites. Though she was able to match them easily, she knew that someday he would tire of her and want to move on.
“I know that’s not your cooking, brother.”
Jasmine tensed. That wasn’t Reid’s voice. She looked out of the kitchen, thankful she wasn’t still wearing the skimpy little dress she’d done a strip tease in earlier. Reid’s brothers stood in the entryway.
“Mm, yeah, it definitely smells too good to be something you’d make,” Quinn said, laughing.
“What are you doing here?” Reid asked, smiling at them.
“Well, you left the palace in a hurry and we thought…” Kirill’s words trailed off as he turned to look at Jasmine. He had the same dark eyes as Reid. She knew instantly what the men had thought. They’d decided to come and check her out. Prince Jarek was the only one not staring at her.
“Hey, Jas,” Jarek said, breaking the silence. He grinned at her, crossing the distance to kiss her cheek. Whispering, he said, “Don’t look so worried.” Then, louder, he teased, “Does he actually make you cook?”
“Well, it turns out I’m a lousy hunter, so it works out in the end,” Jasmine said, forcing a small smile. Jarek grinned and nodded. She tried to relax. “So, I take it you’re all here to check me out?”
Kirill laughed. Quinn grinned. Falke nodded his stoic head though his eyes gleamed.
“Our wives wouldn’t let us have any peace until we agreed to come and make sure Reid was treating you kindly,” Falke answered. His eyes swept over her. “Are you well, my lady?”
Jasmine blushed, thinking of just how ‘well’ Reid had been treating her. She met Reid’s piercing gaze and trembled. Slowly, she nodded.
“Ah, good,” Kirill said. The brothers’ eyes turned to Reid. “There’s something different about you, brother. Are you well?”
Reid nodded once. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Kirill and Quinn shared a quick look. Jasmine saw them smirk and wondered about it. Surely it was some sort of private, brotherly joke.
“If you’ll excuse me I should go and check on the food,” Jasmine said, backing toward the kitchen. “I’ve made plenty if you’re staying.”
“Thank you,” Kirill and Falke said at the same time.
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bsp; “Never pass up a meal,” Jarek grinned, though he didn’t look at her as he stared at Reid. Reid stared back at him, unmoving and apparently unamused by something that passed between him and his twin.
“Yes,” Quinn added. “It smells delicious. Thank you, Lady Jasmine.”
Reid glanced at Jasmine as she disappeared into the kitchen. When she was out of the room, he said quietly, “What really goes on? Why are you here?”
“It is as we said,” Kirill motioned to the couches, keeping his voice low. “Our wives have taken a liking to Lady Jasmine and wanted us to make sure you weren’t forcing your unwanted attentions on her.”
Reid frowned as he took a seat. He wasn’t ready for reality to crash in on the little world he’d made with Jasmine. She never acted as if she felt anything for him beyond passion, but still he hoped that she might. He kept telling himself if he gave her enough physical pleasure, if he were patient, she’d come around.
“What’s the real reason?” Reid asked. “The one you’re not telling me?”
“Lyssa’s director friend with the HIA has contacted us. There is a ship heading toward our quadrant. It’s the Medical Alliance. We believe that Jasmine’s, ah…” Kirill’s words trailed off, and he looked at the ground.
Reid tensed. Jasmine and he had an unspoken bond not to speak of her husband. But, not saying it didn’t make it less true. Still, it didn’t matter. Jasmine was his. She belonged to him. Or at least she would if he had a say in the matter.
“You mean the man who claims to be my husband,” Jasmine said softly. She’d been so quiet that no one had heard her enter the living room. The men turned to her. She sat a tray down on a low table in front of them. It was an array of nuts and berries. Reid glanced at it and then her. She wouldn’t look at him.
“Claims?” Quinn asked.
“As a girl, I was sick, weak. Some doctors said I would grow out of it in a few years. Others said I’d die by the time I was five. They were all wrong. I didn’t die, and I only gained moderate strength. That was until my father contacted, Doctor Chadwick St. Claire. He cured me of my condition, but he also drugged me and married me when I was in such a state as to be unaware of my decisions. Even after the ceremony, I was kept drugged.” Jasmine took a deep breath.
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