JASMINE'S CLAIM: THE ROYAL TRIPLETS AND THEIR MATE.

Chapter 14

~Jasmine~

“Jas” he whispered,

His hand came up, large and warm, to cup the side of my face, as his thumb traced the line of my bottom lip, putting just enough pressure to make my lips part.

I could see the reflection of my own desire in those honey-colored eyes, which were now dark with so much hunger.

When his lips finally met mine, they were soft at first, so soft, testing the waters, but the moment I let out a shaky breath, the dam broke.

He tilted his head, deepening the kiss, and I felt the air leave my lungs. It was sweet, like the honey I imagined he smelled like, but there was an underlying roughness to it, it felt like a desperation that told me he’d been wanting to do this since the second we met at the club last night.

My fingers on their own went to his head and tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer, needing to feel the heat of him on me.

It was like he was the sweetest thing i had ever tasted and I couldn't have enough of him, I moaned into his mouth and he growled loudly, a sound that wasn't human but his wolf and immediately i felt heat pull between my thighs at how insanely hot and possessive it sounded.

I couldn't smell him true, but I could feel him in a way that was almost overwhelming, too overwhelming and it felt so right. I could feel the spark anywhere our skin touched, a vibrating energy that made my skin tingle.

Every time his tongue brushed against mine, a jolt of pure electricity shot straight into my core. It was delicious. It was the first time since my rejection that I felt like I wasn't just an unwanted werewolf female walking through my own life.

Caspian let out another guttural growl deep in his chest. My wolf, Nala, who had been silent since we came back, gave a small, tentative wag of her tail in the back of my mind.

He moved suddenly, his hands sliding down to my waist and in one smooth motion, he hoisted me up, my feet left the floor. I let out a small gasp of surprise that was immediately swallowed by his mouth.

I instinctively wrapped my legs around his thick manly waist, my arms locking behind his neck tightly as he backed me up on the door.

The cool, hard surface of the dorm door hit my back, but I barely felt it because Caspian was right there, pressing his body into mine.

He was like a furnace of heat. His hands shifted from my waist to my thighs, his grip firm and loving holding me against the door like I was the most precious thing he’d ever touched.

The kiss grew more frantic, more raw, as we explored each other’s mouth. It was so romantic. Every time I thought I couldn't take any more, he’d find a new way to make me melt nibbling on my bottom lip or tracing the roof of my mouth with his tongue until my toes curled.

He pulled back just an inch, his forehead resting against mine and the both of us were panting for air. His eyes were hooded now, glazed with a look of such intense devotion that it made my heart ache.

"You’re mine, Jasmine," he rasped,

"I don't care about the past that you were once rejected. I don't care about what you think you may have lost, it didn't deserve you anyway. You’re my mate, and I’m never letting you go."

For a rake, he sure knows how to make a woman feel good, saying all the right things I wanted to hear to calm my heart and stop my doubts.

I didn't say anything in reply though. I couldn't. I just leaned back in, capturing his lips again, wanting to drown in the feeling of being wanted by a man who looked like perfection itself and kissed like a dream. Whatever tomorrow held, I knew one thing: Caspian wasn't just here to talk. He was here to stay.

Just then a knock sounded at the door, the vibration from the knock echoed through the door and right into my spine, breaking the spell of the kiss.

Caspian didn’t pull away instead, he let out a low, mournful groan. Instead of stepping back, his grip on my waist actually tightened, pulling me so flush against him that I could feel every hard beat of his heart. I couldn't help it, a small, breathless laugh bubbled up in my throat.

“Come on, Cas,” I urged, my voice sounded a lot more wobbly than I wanted. I reached up, cupping his face with my palms to force him to look at me.

“I have to check who’s at the door. It might be something important.

“Or you could just ignore the door, you know?” he grumbled,

He leaned down, burying his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply as if he could somehow pull my scent through my skin.

“The world can wait. I’m busy.”

“Busy doing what? Being a menace?” I teased, though my fingers were already tangling back into the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Busy claiming what’s mine,” he muttered against my skin, his lips brushed my pulse point in a way that felt so nice.

The knock came again, louder and more insistent this time.

“Caspian!” I hissed, half-laughing as I tried to wiggle out of his iron grip. “Go hide in the bathroom or something. If someone sees a male in my dorm room, I’m dead.”

“They’d be jealous, Jasmine,” he smirked, finally loosening his hold just enough for me to slide down to my feet. He looked down at me, looking completely unbothered while I was a blushing, disheveled mess.

“But fine. Check the door. But don’t think you’re getting rid of me that easily...”