Sacred Honor; Sacred Sin

Chapter 5

Jasmine

I can smell Perrin before I can see him. His smell is stronger than usual--just like after he works out or has a training session with Ethan. I can hear him now--running. That must be why. Running because he knows he's late. I check my watch. 9:30 p.m.

"You're lucky that I waited for you." 

He comes out of the trees and into the clearing, slightly out of breath.

"I know..." he says unevenly, catching his breath, bent over with hands on his knees. "I came as fast as I could." He gathers himself and stands erect, looking at me, finding my eyes.

Every time I stare into those eyes, when it's just the two of us, I'm totally lost. And I can't believe they're mine. I'm lucky I found him early. As the Alpha Dauphin, Perrin's practically pack royalty. We were just classmates at first. He was gawky and awkward as a younger pack member, so we started out as just friends. But the more I got to know him, the more I became attracted to his work ethic, his determination to be the best at what he does, and the grit he has to finish what he starts.

There is of course, a sweet, gentle, more sensitive side to him that nobody really sees. Well, that and he... what's the term? Ultimate glow-up? I'm sure part of me knows Perrin is now safely out of my league. He's of an Alpha bloodline. I'm the daughter of a rogue, left at the pack border when I was only two. Alpha Jason took me in but... I'm forever going to be a nobody....

I shake the thought and stare back at Perrin. Again, the look of him standing there, eyes only for me, makes my stomach completely flutter. Ever since he started training for the Sacred Call, he's added more muscle than should be legal for someone only 17. He's more ripped than half of the senior Guard... his t-shirt is stretched across broad shoulders and a strong chest. His rough blonde hair falls effortly into his face, softening a chiseled jawline stubbled with scruff. I glance down at his arms, just waiting for him to .... I stop daydreaming and turn my attention back on him directly.

"Time doesn't seem to be your friend today," I chide at him, stomping my foot in fake annoyance.

"Time?" He looks confused. For some reason he gives me an odd look, then shakes his head as if to clear his thoughts. He crosses the clearing in a few quick strides and immediately wraps me into his arms, one hand on my lower back, the other giving my ass a quick but thorough squeeze. I smile to myself. I'm wearing the leggings he likes. The ones that are all shape, not mystery.

"Just making sure you didn't get started without me...." He looks me straight in the eyes and I seem to melt. His eyes are the most miraculous thing I've ever seen. One blue, the color of a clear early morning sky. The other a beautiful, bottle green. Both clear. Both Cool. And both equally mesmerizing. And so, SO hot.

He begins breathing into my neck, leaving his scent and and a trail of kisses on my hot skin.

"I wouldn't have dared--" I start to say. But if it's one thing about Perrin, he's f*****g hot as hell. I practically swoon. I want his hands on me. NOW.

And if there's another thing about Perrin--it's that he loves taking his time. But tonight I don't want to think about taking our time or being patient. I wrench my arms down and tear at the bottom of his t-shirt, ripping it over his head. He gives a low, soft chuckle. "What's the rush?" he nips me on the ear and presses me easily back into the arm of Our Tree. 

"The rush is that you almost got flattened by a car today." I murmur against his mouth, kissing him more fiercely than I had planned. Our teeth clash painfully but that doesn't stop me. I reach for his belt but get sidetracked by his stomach. His body is chiseled, each ab exquisitely toned on his ridged stomach, leading towards that v-shape peaking out the front of his jeans. God. Just thinking about it--and now touching the hardened surface--is enough to make me flush with desire.

He reaches his hand to the back of my hand, yanking down my ponytail, exposing my neck to his mouth. He continues to kiss me, lips brushing lightly at first but with increasing pressure, tracing my collarbones. He stretches the v-neck of my t-shirt down and cups me through my bra, running his thumb back and forth, causing me to rise against his fingers. I groan in pleasure, anxious for more.

His other hand continues to press me closer into his thighs. He hitches me up onto a crook in Our Tree so I can sit, opening my thighs to him. Sighing, I grab his chin, forcing him to kiss me once again.

His hand that was teasing me through the lace of my bra pulls the fabric down, forcing my breast to pop up. His fingers reach for my n****e and start stroking again... teasing... pulling sensations as his lips leave mine and start to suck where his fingers had just been. I start to see stars. My head is spinning. He can feel my need for him through how fast my body is responding to his touch. 

I reach for his belt, both of my hands free, and rip it open. He's wearing the jeans that I like. I force them open, gripping the girth of him in one hand and yanking his jeans down over his hips with the other. I lean back into the tree and reach my legs out around his waist, pulling him closer to me. 

"Jasmine...." he's all deep moans and arousal in my ear. The next thing I know his hand is pulling down the waistband of my leggings. I can feel his warm hands just about to enter me, but before he does I reach my hand behind his neck and pull myself up, lowering myself onto him. Sliding on slowly, his breath catches.

He grunts in satisfaction as I make my way all the way onto his shaft. But there's no time to be gentle. I've wanted him since I saw him earlier in the day and all I can do is think of what it's like when he's inside me. Hot. Full. And fast.

He thrusts deep into me and I cry in recognition of his size. He understands my need... my desire to have him, all of him, and to meet me at the brink. He thrusts, and doesn't hold back. Faster and faster. I'm so wet he grasps my ass, thrusting so I can feel him deep in my core. Faster. Faster. I can feel the rest of him beating against me, hot and pulsing. I'm spiraling and building all at the same time.

I finally explode, crying out in pleasure and blinded by my release. I feel his body tense and a burst of heat in my core. His chest heaves into me as our breathing slows, finding each other and existing in the quiet.

After a few moments he kisses my forehead and lays me down gently. We lay in the softness of the grass for a few minute--or hours, I can't decide which. We don't talk much. Sometimes I feel the physical part of our relationship is all we really need to communicate exactly how we feel. The sound of a phone buzzing jogs me from peaceful thoughts.

"Perrin?"

"Hmmm?" He replies lazily.

"Are you going to get that?"

"What?"

"Your phone. It's buzzing."

"Nah, it's been buzzing all day. I should probably turn it off."

"It's getting late. What if it's your father?"

"Ugh... fine." Perrin rolls over to find his jeans, still discarded at the base of Our Tree.

"Who is it?"

"I don't know. I don't recognize the number." He rolls back over and snuggles me in the crook of his arm. 

*Buzz*

Now I'm annoyed and completely out of my reverie. "Perrin, c'mon. It's getting late and I have early class tomorrow. Walk me back? And where are my leggings?"

He rolls over and throws them directly in my face. I giggle.

"You didn't even wear underwear this time..." he teases with a wink.

"I was in a hurry, ok?" I say, mock defensively.

He smirks. "Yea, you didn't last long. I was thinking the same thing."

*Buzz*

"Oh shut up!" I cry, laughing anyway.

*Buzz* 

"Ok seriously Perrin, please get your phone."

"I don't recognize the number!"

"Ok, whatever." Suddenly, my own phone buzzes in the grass next to my feet. I look at the screen. It's Kira. I frown in confusion. "Why is Kira calling me?"

"How should I know?" he replies, pulling his t-shirt over his perfect shoulders. "Maybe she needs girl advice."

"Sure." I laugh. "Cause we're best friends." I roll my eyes and pick up anyway. 

"Hi Kira."

"JASMINE!" Her voice is frantic. I know immediately that something's wrong.

"What is it?"

"Perrin. PERRIN! Please tell me he's with you." Damn! The girl is practically screaming in the phone.

"Yea, why?" 

"Get him to the healing infirmary. NOW."