Chapter 61: Chapter 61

JASMINE

The final waves of pleasure washed over me, leaving Erik’s mark searing against my skin. It was more than a physical brand—it was a mark that had etched itself into my soul. Yet, even with this profound connection, a restless energy was stirring within me, clawing its way to the surface, yearning for completion.

My inner wolf was restless, a throbbing ache, yearning for the completion of all three bonds. I gasped, gripping Erik’s arm, my heart pounding as if it might break without them. Aaron moved closer, his hand tenderly caressing my cheek, drawing me back to him.

His gaze was intense, focused—not on claiming me, but on grounding me, ensuring I didn’t lose myself in the whirlwind of desire.

“Breathe, Jasmine,” he murmured, his voice steady and commanding, anchoring me in the storm. His eyes met mine, filled with understanding, his presence a calm, steady force.

“We’re here, all of us. Let us give you what you need.”

I clung to his words, drawing in a shaky breath, feeling my frantic heartbeat begin to slow as he held my gaze. The urgency to have all three of them, to feel complete with their marks, was fierce and raw, yet Aaron’s presence was a calming balm.

He cupped my face, his thumbs tracing gentle lines across my cheeks, silently reassuring me I wasn’t alone. Aaron took his position by my side and glanced at Erik, who was already moving into place behind me, strong and steady, his hands sliding to my shoulders as he pressed a grounding kiss against the back of my neck.

“I’ve got you, dream girl,” Erik whispered, his arms wrapping around me. His warmth, the feel of his heartbeat at my back, was a tether I could hold onto. He wasn’t letting me slip into the desperation of the bond alone.

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Sebastian settled in front of me, his expression softened by an unspoken tenderness. He was close enough that I could see the gentleness in his blue eyes, the steady reassurance that everything was okay, that I was safe with him.

He reached for my hand, intertwining our fingers as he brought my knuckles to his lips, pressing a soft, reverent kiss there. He took a slow breath, and I felt myself mirroring it, the tension within me slowly easing.

His blue eyes held mine, his gaze open and searching, filled with every unspoken emotion that he had never needed words to express.

“Jazzy,” he whispered, the nickname only he could make sound like a caress. “I know this is overwhelming, but I need you to focus on me, just us, right now. Can you do that for me?”

I nodded, unable to speak, my throat tight with the weight of emotions swelling within me. He reached into the deepest parts of my heart—the gentlest, most guarded places—and I let him in, surrendering to the quiet strength in his touch.

Slowly, Sebastian leaned forward, his lips brushing softly over my forehead. His hand lifted to cradle my cheek as his thumb traced a gentle line. His kiss was featherlight, almost reverent, moving from my forehead to the bridge of my nose as if he were memorizing every inch of me in his own silent way.

His lips found mine, and this kiss was different—deeper, slower, layered with a love that felt like an unbreakable vow. And the kiss was what it took for my desperation to be changed to full desire, lust, and need for him, in me.

He had already taken the jacket of his tuxedo off, but my fingers were fast to unbutton his shirt and his pants. But Sebastian held my fingers.

“Angel,” he murmured, his voice a gentle caress, calming the storm that raged inside me. “We’ll take this slow, just you and me. No rush, no fear. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

He took his clothes off slowly, making me savor the moment, and even with all that desperation, I could just feel him.

“Let me worship you, my angel,” Sebastian said in a whisper, but he didn’t want me to respond. He kissed my lips with all the tenderness that only he could have, and with all the patience in the world, he descended that kiss, kissing over Erik’s mark, giving me a jolt of pleasure that made me moan.

Then he spent a little more time in the place just above it, where his mark would be. My body involuntarily pressed itself against his mouth, as if desperate for him to mark me right there. Sebastian’s lips found my chest, his teeth grazing my nipple in a way that sent waves of pleasure coursing through me.

The tension was building again, a delicious anticipation that had me on edge. He moved lower, parting my legs with a gentleness that made my heart flutter, giving him access to my core. Before his last glance, those mesmerizing blue eyes locked with mine, and then he kissed me there, with the same tenderness he’d kissed my lips, pushing me to the brink once more.

I was aware of Aaron and Erik nearby, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Just as I was about to tip over the edge, Sebastian pulled back, pressing a kiss to my belly before moving upward. He sat on the bed, pulling me onto his lap, positioning me at my entrance.

As I sank down onto him, his masculinity filling me, he relinquished control to me. I was setting the pace, and given how close he’d brought me to the edge, it wouldn’t be long before I was undone again.

Erik’s hand found my breast, teasing my sensitive nipples, and I quickened the pace, the pleasure reaching a level I could barely contain. Sebastian held me aloft, his hips meeting mine in a rhythm that was all his own.

Erik’s touch, Sebastian’s rhythm, and then Aaron’s lips on my neck—it was too much, sending me spiraling into an intense orgasm that had me crying out. I felt Sebastian climax, his groan primal, his canines flashing in a way that hinted at what was to come. But he didn’t rush. Instead, he took a deep breath, waiting for me to do the same.

Sebastian’s fingers traced my neck, finding the delicate spot where he would leave his mark. His thumb brushed over the spot with a gentleness that made me shiver.

“Jazzy, this mark—it’s my promise to you. It’s me, forever, protecting you, loving you,” he said, his voice choked with emotion.

I tilted my head, baring my neck to him, my heart pounding with the weight of his words. His gaze never left mine as he leaned in, his lips finding the curve of my neck, right where my pulse throbbed beneath my skin.

The softness of his touch, the warmth of his breath against my skin, sent a shiver down my spine. Then, with a tenderness that made my heart ache, he sank his teeth into my skin, marking me as his. The initial pain quickly gave way to pleasure, a warmth spreading through me as love and reassurance filled every part of me.

His mark was more than just a bond—it was a balm, a grounding force, a testament to the unwavering love he’d always shown me. I let out a contented sigh as he pulled back, pressing a soft kiss to his mark, his eyes brimming with emotion.

Then, without hesitation, he offered me his neck, a pure act of submission.

“I want you to know it is an honor to be marked by you,” he whispered.

With tears in my eyes, I bit into his neck, my body flooded with emotion so intense, I thought I might not be able to bear it.

He was my prince, and I was entirely his. The sensation was like a rush of warmth, a steady, pulsing connection that enveloped me.

I could feel his emotions—his fierce love, his unwavering loyalty, his deep, abiding care—filling the empty spaces within me, bringing a sense of calm that was almost overwhelming.

I wasn’t just marked; I was cherished, seen, and understood in a way that made every broken part of me feel whole. The connection between us was brighter and deeper than I’d ever felt before.

My heart swelled, and for the first time, I felt…whole, grounded in a way that only he could make me feel.

But even as the bond with Sebastian settled, a restless ache lingered in my chest, the final piece still missing—Aaron.