The Major and His General
A/N: Not really sure if this chapter pertains to the plot? It's more of a fun, sexy filler chapter. This chapter is a bit longer than some of the previous ones.This is a sex filled chapter that you don't have to read, but just know that next chapter takes place In Texas and Jasper's brought his mate home.
Oh well, it's the fun thing about writing your never sure what direction you will end up in.
Chapter 4: Unhinged
3rd P.O.V
She slept the whole run. Curled up in his arms and face pressed to his chest. It didn't surprise him. His mate hadn't had time to sleep in the wars it would make sense for her now that she didn't have to constantly stay awake fighting. Now that she was safe she could rest. It took a few days to run to Texas and she was still asleep when he got home. Peter and Charlotte were waiting for him and he shushed their excited gushing over his mate as he took her upstairs to his room. He laid her down on his bed before going to the bathroom and setting up the tub. Whilst she slept soundly he bathed cleaning the sand that had gotten into his hair. Once finished and a towel around his dripping frame he moved back to the bedroom and scooped the sleeping figure into his arms before settling up the tub once again to bathe and wash his mate whilst she slept. He undressed her before settling her into the tub and washing her.
Not long after he had her in the water did she awake her eyes blinking open slightly before they once again closed in sleep. He purred as he cleaned her body glad that she was trusting him with this task. Trusting him to take care of her, clean her body and care for her whilst she was unconscious. He lifted her once again out of the tub once she was clean and discarding the towel around his body he got a fresh one and dried her before bringing her once again to his bed. Saying a quiet thank you to Charlotte who had came in while he was bathing his mate and put on fresh sheets and blankets.
"Don't mention it, Major, get the lil lady settled in, Peter and I will be going to hunt for a few days, trust us, we know how it goes when ya first mate." Charlotte replied from downstairs and he heard it when the front door opened and shut signaling that he was now alone with his mate. He laid her down and wrapped himself around her, caging her body beneath his to make her secure. Safe, and when she woke she would know that he had kept her safe. He nuzzled his face into the side of her neck as she rested safe and sound in his arms.
Nothing felt better to Jasper. His bare skin on top of hers, his scars against hers, lying over her, protecting, and listening to her heartbeat as she dreamed. She'd sigh in her sleep, arching into him, as if subconsciously checking if he was there, as if her body craved to feel his even in sleep. When she did so, he'd press himself against her firmly making her body sink back into the mattress, and she would melt against him, somehow molding and fitting perfectly into his embrace.
Every now and then he would feel a flicker of distress from a nightmare that he would immediately soothe with his gift, purring, and she'd once again go back to a peaceful sleep. It was a full day after Jasper had bathed her when she finally awoke. Her eyes fluttered open and he immediately moved, raising up to look in her eyes. He wanted to be the first thing she saw. The first thing she noticed.
She blinked up at him before reaching out to cup his face. Her fingers grazed his skin and a sense of awe filled her. "You're not a dream," She whispered her voice was low, husky, and full of sleep. Jasper couldn't help but grin.
"Course I ain't a dream, Darlin, should I be offended ya think this ole Major is just part of ya imagination?" He can't help but tease. She snorted, and huffed smiling at him.
"You could be." She says playfully, brushing her thumb over the scar just under his left eyebrows. He shivers at her touch and arched said eyebrow and leaned down his lips a breath from hers.
"I happen to be very real, Sugah, as real as this," His lips meet hers, she gasped giving him the perfect opening to slip his tongue into her mouth, the hand on his face slides to his hair and she pulls him closer as their bodies press together. He pulled back feeling her need for air. Her hand untangled from his hair and dropped to her side.
"Real enough?" He asked smirking as she panted catching her breath. "You might have to convince me some more." She breathed. He threw his head back with a laugh before looking back down at her. She glared half heartedly, embarrassed and turned away from him her cheeks blazed a bright, beautiful pink.
"Now, now, don't be like that little one," Jasper purred lightly grazing his lips over her burning cheek. Her skin was warm beneath his lips as he trailed them to her ear.
"I ain't got the slightest problem with reassuring ya that this ain't a dream," He took her earlobe into his mouth letting his teeth graze over it before sliding his lips down her neck. The embarrassment faded to lust as he raked his teeth down her throat. He smiled widely against her skin feeling her shiver beneath him. Apparently his little mate liked feeling his teeth against her skin. He did it again.
"Jasper!" His name was a high pitched whine, her hands clenched the sheets, her body arched upwards seeking his and she tilted her head giving him even more access to her throat.
He chuckled darkly as his teeth kneeled the flesh of her throat. "Mm, ya like that, don't ya?" He drawled teeth pressing more firmly as he spoke around the skin in his mouth, then sucking, using his tongue to soothe the marks from the drag of his teeth. He pulled away and ran his thumb over the now red skin of her neck making her gasp as he pressed down. Not too hard but hard enough that a small bruise was beginning to form on her skin.
"Sensitive thing, ain't ya? Hmm, wonder just how sensitive ya are," He drawled as he raised up on his knees between her legs. "I know," He said slowly, lazily as he dragged his fingers down her body, deliberately pressing his fingers firmly into her skin and was rewarded with her slightly trembling beneath him. "that ya very sensitive here, ain't ya?" He purred as he skimmed his fingers over her sex.
"Oh!" She breathed out a large breath as he slipped two of his fingers into her warmth. "Mmm, very sensitive, I only touch ya, talk to ya, and you're already wet and ready for me. Your body opens up so well for me, just look at how easily my fingers slide in and out of ya!" She moaned at his words, loving the deep drawl of his voice, and the feeling of his fingers stretching her.
Jasper hummed lowly and reached out with his other hand to caress her stomach. "Ya know Sugah," He whispered voice thick with sudden emotion. Emotion that had grabbed him suddenly as he looked at her naked scarred frame in his bed, in his room, and he's suddenly overwhelmed as he continues to speak.
"I know that we ain't known each other that long, that ya only just met me, that we're only just now getting to know each other, but I can see you, see our future together, ya lil stomach swollen and round, breast, so full of milk they leak, and feeling my child inside of ya. Tell me ya want that too, Darlin," He murmured, hand still caressing her, oh he needs her to want that, to need it in the way that he desperately needed, right here, right now.
Oh, Serenity realized with a sudden clarity. Her mate wanted to breed. She didn't have to think twice. She had eternity with him. Why wouldn't she want everything with him? She was his and he was hers.
"Yes," She breathed
He stilled his movements fingers pausing inside of her. "What?" He drawled eyes dark with want, as he tilted his head, looking down at her through half opened eyes, hoping she was saying what he thought she was saying. She took a breath, beaming up at him and if his undead heart was beating it would've halted by the pure want and love in her eyes.
"Yes," She said once again louder, clearer. He withdrew his fingers from her and then slammed three back inside of her, hard. Serenity cried out, her body arching slightly only to be held back down as Jasper gave her left hip a bit too tight of a squeeze.
He looked at her, dark ruby eyes turning pitch black.
"Ya want me ta breed ya?"Jasper asked lowly. A dark, dangerous, and almost cold edge to his voice. His accent was thick with desire. The thought alone was enough to make him hard. Him, her, in his home, his room, his bed, lovin, fuckin, breedin, it's enough for his dominant, sexual instincts to become more than a bit unhinged.
"Answer me!" He growled when she didn't answer fast enough. She could barely talk, his fingers, they were moving so fast, so rough, rubbing her harshly and she could barely think around the hot haze of lust that was rolling from her mate. His lust only magnified her own pleasure.
"P-Please?" Her mind was foggy and she wasn't even sure what they were talking about or what he had just asked as wave after wave of lust washed over her. Her heart was racing, the blood in her veins turning to what felt like lava, and she could barely hear his dark cackling over the sound of her suddenly ragged breath.
"Mm, ya want me to breed ya, oh, sweet darlin girl, I will breed ya," His voice dropped an octave as he continued, his accent only growing more pronounced with each word, the fingers inside of her only increased their speed as he spoke.
"I will fill ya with me, until ya burst, till ya break, till ya leak, an ya fuckin want that, don'tcha? Look atcha already so wet f'me, Mm, I'ma make ya cum, make you nice and ready, just for meh." He drawled, smirking wickedly as he noticed her eyes clenched shut, her body sweaty, broken breathless moans, and she was tense with the pleasure that he was giving her. He thrust his fingers faster enjoying the warmth and the sound of his fingers moving into her.
"So wet, and ya don't know half of what I am sayin," He purred darkly his own lust building as he watched her, her pleasure only growing stronger at his voice that she could barely focus on.
"Jasper, I can't, Mm, please?" She doesn't even know what she's saying, the plea tumbling out of her because instinctively she knows that he will take care of her. It was taking every bit of restraint for Jasper to not remove his fingers, to not just pin her down, to not just slam his aching cock into her and show her just how well he can breed her, fill her, and still make her beg for more. Instead he took a few deep unnecessary breaths, breaths that came out ragged and as fast as his fingers that were pumping into her.
"Cum for me! Right now, on my fingers, I want to feel you cum on my fingers, Now!" He growled and as if she had been waiting for him to say that, just waiting for his command, just waiting to hear that he wanted her to cum, she arches up with a scream, and she came all over his fingers. Her body falls back to the bed and she's panting. Trying to calm her body from the overwhelming pleasure she had just felt. She opened her eyes and was greeted with the sight of her mate sucking on his wet fingers. His eyes closed and a low purr coming from his chest. He pulled his fingers from his mouth and with a lopsided smile began to prowl his way up her body.
He caged her beneath his naked form, a hand on either side of her head, palms firmly pressed flat against the mattress and he pressed his body firmly against hers, letting her feel his hard length between her legs before he pulled back, his body barely touching hers as he leaned down, and she can almost feel his lips on hers.
"Ya want me to breed ya?" He drawled, once more, purring the word breed darkly. "Yes," She doesn't hesitate to breathe against his lips, and brushed her lips with his.
He roared against her mouth, the noise while muffled and not nearly as loud as it could've been caused her to gasp, snarling, he slipped his tongue into her mouth and he wrapped a hand around her throat. Not tight, not enough to squeeze, but to hold. Any other in this position would fear him, be begging for their lives, of course any other held by the throat in his hold wouldn't have been held so delicately, with such careful precision and most definitely would not be feeling his thumb press soothing circles into the side of their neck. Then again no other was his mate.
She grinned up at him, as he pulled away, leaving her slightly breathless, but she was unafraid, the feeling of his hand on her throat only made her want him more, made her ache to feel his touch all over her body, and only heightens her lust.
"Please?" She purred, her purr turned slightly breathless as he squeezed her throat a bit tighter. He matched her grin with a wicked smile of his own.
"Say it! Say ya want me to breed ya, ya wanna be full of me, Say it! Beg me, right fuckin now!" He hissed his face inches from hers. The grip on her neck tightened once more, painfully but in a good way.
"Please? Jasper, Major, mate, I want you to breed me, please? I want to be full of you! Please?" She begged, practically choking the words out. She takes in a big breath when his hand falls away only to cry out as she feels him slam into her. Instinctively she wraps her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He grunts as he settles himself deeply into her, his hands going to her hips, and he slams himself into her over and over again, not bothering to pull out as he moves making the bed rock with the force of his movements.
His voice is low, dangerous like the fire of desire that's burning her up from the inside out, he speaks gruffly, and right into her ear. His unneeded breaths coming out in ragged pants that right against her ear sound more like a horse scream than soft pants of the sudden desperation that has taken over her mate.
"Ya gonna be full, baby girl, I'ma fill ya up so fuckin good, I will make ya so full ya leak and then I will take everything ya leak and shove it back in. An ya want that don't ya, Darlin, ya want to feel my cum filling ya up, making ya full! Ya want ya mate to fuck ya, fuck ya and fill ya full of his cum, don'tcha?" He drawled setting a ruthless pace inside of her. She didn't answer with words, yanking him once again to her lips in a needy, lustful, and desperate kiss that he gladly took control of.
"MMMmm," He hummed against her mouth, as she moaned opening her mouth for him to explore with his tongue. He pulled back sliding his hands up her body until he reached her breast. He took one in each hand and squeezed hard enough to bruise and cause her nipples to turn a bright red with the force of his grip.
His black eyes were locked on hers and her breath hitched at the look in his eyes, cause whilst he thrust into her relentlessly and kept his tight bruising grip on her breast his eyes were so soft gazing at her as if she were the most wonderful thing in existence, as if she were his whole world, and his eyes shined with depths of emotion that she wasn't sure she could begin to understand. His grip loosened slightly and he brushed his thumbs across each of her tender nipples making her gasp with pleasure and arch into his touch with a moan.
"These are pretty, Sugah, ya beautiful, gorgeous, stunning just like this, so, I can't imagine how perfect these tits of yours are gonna be once there full of milk, aching and heavy, swollen, ya want to be swollen for me, don't ya, baby?" He asked leaning down to nuzzle his face between her breast licking in between them. Her hand flew to his hair.
"Jasper, Jasper, Please?" She moans holding him against her. "Hmmm," He hummed placing an open mouthed kiss against her skin before pulling back to look at her.
"Maybe you should feel what it's going to be like when our own little ones feed from their momma," She didn't have the chance to think about what he meant by that as his lips wrapped around one of her nipples, a hand rubbing up and down her sides whilst his other one still squeezed, fingers pinching, pulling, and twisting the nipple his lips weren't wrapped around.
"Oh, Oh, Ohhh, Mm," Little sighs of pleasure leave her at feeling him suck hungrily as if she was going to suddenly start producing milk. He was gentle and needy, whilst sucking. He pulled back and smirked wickedly. The hand trailing up and down her side once again cupped the breast he'd suckled from. Thumb swiping over the wet bud.
"It won't always be so gentle though," He murmured the hand that had been pinching and twisting her other nipple trailed to her other side. He lowered his head about to take the reddened hardened bud into his mouth when he breathed out, "Sometimes you might accidentally get bitten," He whispered as he wrapped his lips around the bud and with his teeth nipped her hard enough to draw blood making her gasp in surprise and moan as he sucked this time feeding from her.
"MMMmmmmmmmm," He moans around her sucking, pulling mouthful after mouthful of blood in his mouth. She threaded her fingers into his hair, nails brushing his scalp as she holds him to her. Something about the fact that he was actually feeding from her, pulling in blood as from her breast whilst ruthlessly pounding into her was sensual, erotic, and very sexy. Seeing him feed, hearing his low moans of pleasure made her full of heat and lust. She could feel her own pleasure building.
"Jas, Jasper," She choked out. She was burning, something about his lips on her skin, teeth scraping over her nipple, the pleasant caress of his hands on her sides, him feeding from her, the feeling of him inside of her pounding into her, feeling his cock inside of her, feeling him hard, throbbing, pulsing as he pounded her raw. It's too much, all these sensations.
She can't help it, can't help it as her body arched off the bed, the burning in her body turns to fire, she cums, hard and she screams his name, loudly.
"JASPER!" He freezes at her yell. Sucking coming to a halt as he lets his teeth release the bud. His hard cock stilling inside of her. He had been so caught up in feeding from her, he hadn't even noticed the intensity of her lust until she screamed, her walls clamping down on him, and feeling her hot liquid surround his cock.
"MMMMMmmmmmm," He moaned throwing his head back at the feeling of her milking his cock.
He purred both hands coming down hard on her hips as her fingers loosened their grip on his hair and her arm falls limp at her side as she panted trying to get her body to calm down only to cry out and arch into her mate as he suddenly moved thrusting roughly into her. She wrapped her arms tightly around him holding him to steady to her still trembling body.
"Ah, fuck, that felt so damn fuckin good, ya clenching around me like that, fuck, Mm, Good girl!" His praise washes over her as he continues to pound inside of her. Something about him calling her a good girl makes her submissive instincts go haywire and she whines, her body arching up and into him. She clutches him closer, hands sliding to his hair and nails digging into his scalp.
He growls when she tugs his hair, guiding his head back to the still bleeding bud. He licks, tongue swirling around it before blowing against it making her whimper and arch upward offering it to him. Instincts demanding that she feed her mate.
"That's right, so eager to feed ya mate, ain't ya," He says with a dark chuckle as all she does is whine pulling him closer. His lips touch the bud but he doesn't feed, not yet.
"Answer me," He murmured allowing himself a small taste before pulling away. "Please?"'She whines
"Nu uh, answer me, yes or no, are ya eager ta feed ya mate?" He asked again, his teeth scraping the bleeding nub, hands squeezing her hips, nails digging into her skin, hard enough to hurt without breaking the skin. She let out a noise of frustration as all his movements slowed and came to a sudden halt.
"Yes, I want to feed ya!" She ground out through clenched teeth, her own accent pronounced with need, and arching her body further, "Please? Jasper, My Jasper-" He lets out a loud snarl and she moaned her body falling into the mattress as he took the offered bud, and sucked, hard, draining blood from her, and once again he was thrusting into her as he feed, a low growl of pleasure in his throat. His onyx eyes locked on her emerald ones with dark promise.
Whilst feeding from his mate, Jasper found that the hunger he hadn't even been aware existed was sated but his lust, and a hunger for her only grew stronger as the rich thick blood slid down his throat. He could stay like this, stay hooked to her with his teeth and feed forever but as the physical hunger was sated he could feel her hunger and he pulled away, sealing the wound taking a last taste of her blood. He leaned over her brushing their lips together and giving her a taste of her own blood. This was when an idea struck him.
He shoved his tongue into her mouth and tangled their tongues together, he breathed through his nose deeply, inhaling the scent of his mate and sex. It wasn't long before he felt his mouth fill up with venom but instead of pulling away to swallow he let it keep going until it slid into her mouth. He pulled away from the kiss, his own mouth still full of venom and watched as she swallowed, body trembling in pleasure beneath him. Then before she could even say anything, eyes shining with lust and hunger he did it again, locking their lips and feeding her with his mouth, and he did so over and over again. He only stopped when he felt her fullness, when she started to shy away from him, and he could tell that if he tried to feed her anymore it might make her sick.
"Too full," She mumbled, eyes closing as pleasure surrounded her and her breath heaved as he continued to pound away in her. He slowed down wanting to prolong the feeling that he could feel building in his gut. He used his thumbs to draw soothing circles onto her hips.
"I know," He breathed smugly against her lips, brushing his lips gently across her swollen ones. "Now let's make ya full of my cum." He says his speed increased inside of her once more and she cried out, hands getting from his hair to his back, and she clutched him closer.
He laughed, warm breath fanning over her, his lips finding her ear, tongue caressing her skin, "That's a good mate, closer, press against me, rub ya body against mine, show me how desperate ya are to be full of my cum, ya want this, me, to be full, to be bred, and for me to breed ya, and I need to breed ya, make ya full, fill ya with my seed, mark ya with it, I need, fuck, I need to, I need, I need," He pants breathing harshly into her ear.
"I got you, I love you, and I got you," She promised holding onto him as he increased his pace becoming feral. She can feel it building up inside of him, feeling his lust and her own tangling together, and finally Jasper can't take it anymore.
"FUCK!" He roared his teeth clamping down onto the place between her neck and shoulder as he released inside of her. She moaned arching up as her body once again released at the feeling of his teeth at her throat and him filling her up.
Bliss overwhelmed her and her vision blurred. When everything is back into focus he's staring down at her, eyes still dark, perhaps even darker than before. He licks her blood from his lips.
"I ain't done with ya yet, Sugah," He drawled and his lips once again meet hers. The kiss only made him more hungry for her. It was enough to make him instantly harden inside of her and enough to make her once again slick. Not that she wasn't already. She could feel it her cum mixed with his, feeling some trickle down her thighs as he once again moved inside of her. She could feel his every movement, she was surrounded with him, just him, his lips on hers, the unmistakable presence of his hard length inside her, and she was wholly, utterly, and completely ruined for nothing but him.
She wanted more...To feel him fill her with his seed again, over and over. To hear him say sweet, gentle, and yet filthy things that made her heart stutter, to feel his touch, gentle, warm, yet rough hands handling her. She wanted more of him and as he pulled away from her lips. He gave her a smile that told her that he knew exactly what she wanted.
"You want more, ya need more, don'tcha, tell me my mate," He whispered once again sliding his lips over hers, and she arched into him, rolling her hips in time with the agonizingly slow pace he had going on inside of her. He gave a laugh against her lips, "Needy little mate, tell me," He said trailing light, barely there kisses to her ear.
"What is it ya want? Do you want me to take ya slow, soft, take my time to feel every inch of ya skin against mine, to gently press into you and make love to you?" He asked and his pace inside of her went slower as he pulled all the way out and ever so painfully slow for them both sunk back into her and he did it again, this time teasingly brushing the tip of himself against her folds before slipping into her making her arch, body seeking his.
Serenity couldn't take that, it was too slow, her body too sensitive at the moment to stand the slow pace. Not when she was so worked up, not when she needed to actually feel him. She wanted...No, she needs her mate to be raw, animalistic, feral, the him that took her instinctively in the desert sands of Mexico, and she needs him like that for her right now!
"Please, Jasper, I don't think that I can..." She broke off with a frustrated, high pitched whine, and she bucked against him, brushing herself against him, pulling him to her and pressing herself firmly against him, desperately trying to become closer as if getting as close as possible would make them melt into each other, as if she could somehow blend into him, but even if that were possible it wouldn't be enough. Nothing would ever compare with the feeling she had just experienced when he had released into her, filling her, making her warm, and there was something about the feeling of him filling her up, so fully, so completely, so utterly until she was ruined for anything other then that...It made her safe. It made her his, and she needed it again!
She took a breath...Breathing in his scent of heat, spice, smoke and something akin to whiskey that seemed to make her senses tingle in a good way and she pulled him against her until she could tuck her head right into the place between his shoulder and neck.
It was her turn to place delicate kisses to his scarred skin, her turn to trail open mouthed kisses to his ear, and her turn to breathe into his ear.
"I need you!" She pleaded
"I'm right here, don'tcha... feel me?" He purred giving two sharp fast thrusts that made her cry out and then whimper against him as he returned to the slow pace inside of her. She felt him, alright, as if she could escape the way his hard length was moving, slowly, as if she couldn't feel every inch of him as he ever so painfully moved, pulling almost all the way out of her before pushing back in. Each time slower than the last. She let out another frustrated sound against him. In her frustration she let out a vicious snarl, dragging her hands down his back, hard enough to draw venom. An attempt to get him to react, a desperate attempt to get him to respond but if at all possible he went even slower.
"Is this not whatcha need, Darlin? Hm?" He hummed voice soft against her lips as he briefly brushed his lips against hers only to pull back as she tried to slip her tongue into his mouth.
"You know what I need!" She growled before letting out a strangled sound as his movements stopped altogether and he pulled out of her completely. He tilted his head to the side, examining her as if she was something he found odd, blond hair tickling the side of her face as they were pressed so tightly together that if she were to simply lean up, their lips would touch. Then just as she trailed her hands up his back, about to tangle them into his hair, and pull him to her to do just that. It happened and she wasn't even sure how as he was pressed flush against her. His hands trapped between her hips and his, but somehow before she could even process it. His hand was wrapped around each wrist. The feeling of the backs of her palms against the hard smooth wood of the headboard made a gasp of surprise, excitement and delight leave her.
The hand on her wrists squeezed tightly making her moan at the bruising grip he had on her. Jasper grinned sharply, coal black eyes burning as he leaned down to brush their lips together, teasingly swiping his tongue over her lips asking silently for entrance that she granted, but he didn't take it, placing open mouthed kisses to her neck instead.
"That's right, I know exactly what you need, you remember this position, I had ya flat on ya back, my hand around each wrist as I fucked ya into the desert sand, I made ya submit! Made ya mine, and not once did ya fear me, even when I wrapped my hand around ya throat and squeezed, making ya choke on ya own breath, and that's what you want isn't it? Ya don't need ya mate to be slow, sweet, gentle, and careful with ya do ya?" He asked placing a peck to the little space behind her ear.
"Nah, ya don't want that right now," He said as he tugged on her earlobe before roughly scraping his teeth down her throat. He did it again when she moaned loudly letting her head fall to the side. "You want me to rough, claim ya like ya mine, breed ya, cum into ya pretty little pussy until it is seepin, leaking my cum, until I have to flip you, and fill ya from behind cause ya can't hold anymore inside ya pussy! You want me to be rough and raw wit yah? Tell me my mate how does this feel?" He hissed and he once again dragged his teeth down her throat. This time hard enough to draw blood. She gasped at the slight stinging as raw bleeding skin made contact with fresh air and moans feeling his tongue soothing the scrapes, his venom healing the wound.
He pulled back red tinted lips twisted into a feral grin. "Tell me, Serenity," He breathed lips a breath from hers as he ghosted his lips across hers. "Is that what you want?"
"Yes, please?" She begged
He hummed and the hand that wasn't holding her wrist and instead had been pressing into her right hip flew to her throat.
"Then keep begging! Beg me to choke you! Beg me to breed you! Claim your! Fill you! My mate, beg me," He brushed his lips with hers in a heated kiss, their tongues tangled and when he pulled away, a string of venom, spit and saliva connected them for a moment before it broke as he spoke once more.
"Beg me to fuck ya!" He drawled his accent heavy with lust, but he would do nothing about the fact until he heard her beg. He wanted to hear her say just how much she needed him before he gave her what she wanted, what he knew she needed, and she didn't disappoint.
"Please? Jasper, Major, Mate, please? I want y-ou, to breed me, claim me, please, mate fill me? F-fuck me?" She choked out through the tightness constricting her airway. The pressure lessened just enough for her to instinctively inhale, only to choke once more as his hand tightened painfully, but that was second to the pleasure she experienced when he slammed himself into her, filling her, his demanding kiss consumed her like she was a forest and he was the wildfire just threatening to smother out her life.
She moaned, arching into him as the grip on her throat lessened, just enough for her to get air, he breathes in, stealing the very breath she had inhaled, only to replace the breath with his own as he breathed into her mouth. He pulled away, his hands falling away, allowing her to breathe again and slip her arms around his neck. His hands were back on her hips, tightly gripping her as he thrust into her. She whimpered tightening her legs around him, tucking her head into his chest as she rocked to the movements of his fast paced thrusting.
"That's it, baby girl, fuck, rock with me, press into me, take me, all of me, Mm, good girl, clenching around me! Fuck!" She couldn't reply, so caught up in him, and all she can do is pant against his chest. He's feral, relentlessly thrusting into her, not bothering to pull all the way out.
For Jasper this is perfect, feeling her hot breath as she pants against his chest, feeling so much pleasure that she's rendered speechless by him, feeling her clenched tightly around him that he knows that she can feel his every movement, she's a hot, wet, and panting mess.
"P-p-please?" Her stuttered, gasped out plea is met with a low rumble that vibrates through her as he speaks.
"My name, say my fuckin name!" He demanded hotly and if possible his pace increased to the point that the bed shook, and she couldn't tell where she began and he ended.
"J-J-J-J-Jasper!" The sound of his name being forced out through choking gasps was enough for him to cum again, but he didn't stop thrusting. He kept going even as he felt her clamp onto him and release. He kept pounding into her, not giving her the chance to calm down. He kept going not noticing or caring as her arms went limp, until he felt her fall limp against him, until she was nothing, no longer even the mess of choked gasps, moans and breaths of air. Until she was silent and still. The only sight she was there being her wild heartbeat and the breath against his chest. He kept going until he could take it no longer and with a loud cry he released, and then collapsed on top of her. He breathed in their combined scents, and purred. He looked down at her noticing her still limp body beneath him and he chuckled seeing her sleeping figure. Apparently he had fucked her until she had passed out.
"Sweet dreams, Darlin," He mummered, once more, curling himself protectively around her.