Chapter 48

Chapter 48

Asher

I shouldn't be doing this. My very logical, very practical brain said we should step out of the room and allow Imogen time to collect herself, and that was good advice, but then I caught a lungful of her scent. Shifting and changing, it filled the room with a confusing mix of acrid fear and sweet, sweet desire. She was conflicted, and she should've been allowed time to deal with that.

So why wasn't I moving away?

Why did I stretch forward, every muscle straining to stop myself from slamming my mouth down on hers? Instead, I allowed myself the barest brush of our lips, unable to stifle the growl that rose in my throat. Imogen jerked away, staring into my eyes, but whatever she saw there seemed to reassure her. Hands slid down my cheek, scratching at my stubble, before she went back and kissed me properly.

Her lips were so fucking soft. I wanted to learn every curve, but right now my mouth moved of its own accord, meeting her kiss with my own. One bled into the other until someone cleared their throat. I looked up with a snarl to see Kyle staring at me, completely unfazed.

"You know she's our mate too."

Academically that fact was true, but right now something hungry and selfish wanted to yank Imogen against my chest and gorge myself on her sweetness.

Because I had been waiting for her for so damn long.

Kyle's family were the ideal foster parents. They'd even tried to adopt Ursula when I told them what had happened, but the human authorities had already placed her with another family. Instead, they reached out to them and made sure we got to see each other regularly. Every sleepover she did at our place was better than the last, but despite her love and my foster family's, part of my heart was always walled off, waiting for her.

Imogen, it turned out. I'd barely been able to take a breath when we saw her for the first time, and it felt like I'd been breathless every moment since. When we were forced to leave her behind in that shitty new apartment. When I had to let her go to her job. But not now. I tugged her closer and under me, needing to feel her against me, and she stared straight back, as if acknowledging that, kissing me slowly, thoroughly, right before she turned to Kyle.

"You wanted that kiss?"

"More than anything," he growled, moving forwards.

Not having her mouth at my disposal was not such a terrible thing it turned out. I kissed my way down the creamy expanse of her neck, smelling the perfume she'd put on and her scent beneath that. Filling my nose, making my head spin, maybe that's why I bared my fangs and nipped at her skin.

Her muffled moan made clear what she thought about that, and I stared at the reddened skin, right before she pulled free of Kyle only to turn to Lucas.

"You want a kiss too?" she asked in a teasing tone.

"Only all the damn time." He moved closer, drawing pleased noises from her throat as I kissed my way down.

I liked this blouse. I could unbutton the fabric, push it away from her body as she kissed my sleuthmate, but I stopped for just a second as I saw the swells of her breasts. Contained by a thin layer of filmy lace, I could see the shadows of her nipples. They drew my mouth forward, the lace scratchy under my lips so I was forced to shove the cups up to save them from being rubbed against rough fabric. That's when Imogen pulled away, staring down at me, our eyes locking as I took one nipple in my mouth.

I needed her wet, soft, and overheated for what was to come, all fear driven out of her scent, only desire. I smelled that sweetness spike, right as I tugged on one nipple with long, slow swallows. Her hand went to the back of my head, keeping me where I was until I was forced to pull away and tend to the other.

But there was no need to try and do this job all by myself.

"Just like that, huh?" Kyle asked as she started to pant, her ribcage flexing, trying to shove more of her breast in my mouth. I let the nipple pop free, kissing my way down as the others moved in to take my place.

The exact moment when they latched on was clear to me. Her whole body went rigid as she let out a ragged groan, her hands slapping down on the backs of their heads. She wanted, needed pleasure, because for some reason no one had bothered to make sure she had enough before this point. No more. I flicked open the button of her jeans, kissing my way down the sharp blade of her hipbone, right before I started to peel the denim down. She tried to help me, but failed, as the others worked to tease every sensation from her breasts. But when the jeans were tossed aside, I stopped and stared.

Little cotton panties with flowers printed on them, there was something innocent about them. But when I teased them aside, I caught sight of heaven. Slick, pink, and swollen, she was already aroused but I had to push her further. I pressed my face into the gap, my tongue searching, unable to wait for a taste of her.

Salty and sweet, she coated my tastebuds, and I never wanted to taste anything else. I moved faster and faster, discovering her every fold, right before the tip of my tongue began to circle her clit.

"Yes…"

Her cry was redundant for any man who bothered to read her reactions. She grew wetter, slicker, with every lick, her skin hotter. Then my fingers slid through those soft folds, finding the core of her.

"This is what it'll be like." Her eyes flicked open, and she watched me as I traced the gates of heaven. "You'll pull me close, wanting, needing me inside you." A little nod was all the approval I needed as I pushed two fingers into her. My teeth locked down feeling that velvety heat clasp tightly around them, able to feel deep in my dick what this would be like. "And I'll give you every inch."

My fingers couldn't go as far as she needed, and as I wiggled them, she let out a little sound of protest, acknowledging that. I was longer, harder, thicker, and that's what she needed, but she wasn't ready for that, so this is what she'd have to settle for.

"And right when I'm buried deep inside you, that's when you'll feel it."

Her response was a thin, keening sound. My fingers crooked up, raking across the front wall of her cunt, right before I found it. A rough patch of skin, we'd all been taught to look out for it, knowing this was where she needed it.

"The head of my cock angled just right to hit this spot over and over."

I began to thrust, making sure to do just that, and I was rewarded with a ragged pant at each pass.

"Making you feel so good, but…"

Her cunt began to flex, twitch around my fingers, because instinctively she knew. With each ripple, she'd work my baculum out until it was ready to shoot free.

"Deep down, you'll know you need more."

A frantic nod, she mutely begged for just that.

Kyle moved down then, spreading her folds to lap at her clit, but that wasn't it. My eyes locked with hers, communicating everything I knew in my gaze. I pulled my fingers free for just a second and she reached for me, ready to push them back in, but I replaced them with three this time.

"No pain, Imogen. That's not how we work. We can't ever willingly hurt you, will never want to. Only pleasure."

I shook my head, caught up now in the sensual tangle of this, feeling like I was everyone at once. Her nipple was in my mouth, being tortured to greater and greater sensual heights. Her clit rolling on my tongue like a marble in oil. But most of all, her slick little cunt that clasped my fingers like she'd never let them go.

"That's what it'll be like when we do this for real. My baculum will shoot out because I won't be able to hold it back." My fingers dug in hard, but her cry was of ecstasy, not pain. Her eyes went wide as I rubbed them back and forth, faster and faster. "This is a pleasure I can only give my fated mate, and I want it for you with every breath, every fibre of my being. Bliss for you, my mate."

She couldn't respond anymore, her eyes going wide. She stared at me and right through me as her body did something I wasn't sure it'd done before. Orgasms she'd had, but like this? I doubted it by her expression. At first shocked, then elated as she rode the first wave, her hips jerking off the bed, forcing her clit deeper into Kyle's mouth.

"Fuck, I'm?—"

"Coming?" My lips twisted into a smile. "Of course you are. That's always the outcome with your fated mates. We live to make you feel all the pleasures you're capable of and always will. That's what the baculum is for. Your pleasure, to prolong it, draw it out, until one orgasm bleeds into the next."

I had more to say, but she made an animalistic sound, pulling free of the others, leaving them swollen mouthed and staring as she lunged at me.

"You made your point," she growled, more bear than woman herself, and my beast was pleased by this. "I'm not scared anymore."

I was forced down on my back, my zipper eased down and before I could protest, she had me out and back in her hand.

Right where I was made to be.

My eyes fell closed for just a second, feeling the pleasure of her touch, right before Imogen straddled me.

"I think this lesson is over," she said, staring into my eyes, then the others as they rose around her. "Now I need to show what I've learned."

A protest was there, ready to be said, but my voice died in my throat the moment I felt her. Soft, wet and so damn good my eyes rolled back in my head as I pushed up and into her.

I was right where I needed to be.

Every single one of my sleuthmates would've felt the same, I was dimly aware, but this took on a different cast for me, because I'd been waiting for so much longer. To feel this kind of bliss. To feel whole. My hands slapped down around her hips and I dragged her hard against me.

"Show me what you've got, my mate," I growled.