Savage Mates

Chapter Eighty-Six: Warlock

"It is?" I asked, still not believing what he was saying.

"Yeah, it's hard for most shifters who share a mate not to feel the same thing that their mate is feeling for each other." Jason said, looking over at Ryan and Travis. His lips pressed together and I wondered what he was thinking about?

If he was jealous now that they were together?

He swallowed before looking back at me. "Kitten, those two have been dancing around each other ever since Travis joined our pack. Even if they didn't want to admit to it, I knew. I could see it. I think mating with you was the push that they needed to finally make it happen."

"Does that mean that you might mate with them, too?" I asked, my cheeks heating up. I couldn't even think about saying anything more than that. I wanted it to happen, though.

I wanted Jason to be claimed by both Travis and Ryan. Maybe the three of us could ease some of that loneliness in his eyes.

Just the thought of the three of them together made my body tense up and a wetness pool between my thighs. I tried not to think about it, tried to think about anything else than the fact that Jason could smell what thinking about the three of them being together was doing to my body.

He could probably feel the heat of my pussy against his cock, despite the fact that I was hovering above him.

I looked back at him and he had tucked his tongue behind his teeth. His eyes moved down to my breasts and I felt my nipples tighten beneath the thin cotton shirt I was wearing.

"Maybe one day, kitten." His voice had gone lower, deeper with that sexy growl. I sucked in a breath, watching his nostrils flare and his pupils get bigger. The iris darkened with lust and I knew why.

He could smell me.

"Maybe one day," he repeated, one hand moving to the back of my neck. "Right now, you are all I need. All I want."

Jason pulled my face down to his so that our lips met in a slow kiss. This tongue moved gently against mine, coaxing the kiss into something else. Something needy and desperate that had me clinging to him. Heat bloomed in my lower belly and I moaned his name. I wanted him even if I was sore.

"Kitten, I know you are sore, but let me take care of you the way that I should have last night." His fin gers tightened on the back of my neck. I knew he needed this but I was scared. If he was going to keep me on edge like he had, I didn't think I would be able to take it.

"Jason, I don't know if I can. If it's like last night I can't, it hurts."

"I know you're sore. I'll be gentle with you." His eyes held so much desire for me that it made it hard not to give in to what he wanted. "I'll make you feel so good. This won't be like last night, where I pushed you too far for my pleasure. Tillie, this will be all about you. Let me make it up to you."

"Okay." I nodded, swallowing hard. Hoping that I wouldn't regret my decision.

His lips twitched up into a boyish smile and he rolled us over so that I was beneath his body.

"Jason." I gasped and he smiled wider.

"Just getting you comfortable, kitten." He said, moving back onto his knees to pull the sheet away from my lower half.

I watched the way his eyes moved over my body like he was hungry for me. It was different from last night, he seemed less on edge. He climbed off the bed, moving over to the nightstand. "What are you doing?"

"Getting something to help you heal." He answered, pulling out a jar of coconut oil from the drawer. He picked up the rose toy from the nightstand, tossing it and catching the bright pink toy like it was, well, a toy. "Let me wash this really quick and I'll be right back."

I watched him head to the bathroom, listening to the water running as my nerves started to build up. It was going to be okay. I could trust him. I had to be able to trust him. He was my mate.

It wasn't going to be like last night. I looked over at Ryan and Travis, wondering if they would wake up anytime soon. As much as I hated to say it, I hoped that they didn't.

I wasn't ready to face either of them yet. Despite what Jason had told me, I couldn't stop the worries that they wouldn't want to be with me now that Ryan had claimed Travis. That they knew that I wasn't enough.

Jason returned to the bed, the rose in his hand. He sat it down on the bed beside me. "Tillie, if it gets to be too much. We need a safeword. I don't want to push you or anything else until we talk more. But, if you start to feel uncomfortable and need me to stop-"

"What should the word be?" I asked, moving my palms against the bedding.

"Anything that you want." He said, crawling between my legs.

I frowned, it seemed like when I needed to think of a word for this my mind went blank. Looking around the room, my eyes landed on the bookshelf. Jason said that Ryan and Travis were readers, and so was I. "Warlock." I blurted out.

"Warlock it is." Jason smiled at me. "If you need me to stop for any reason, say it. Okay?"

"Got it, warlock to stop." I nodded, resting my head on the pillow.

Jason settled himself into a seated position, his hands moving up my thighs. Spreading them further apart as his fingers needed into sore muscles.

"This isn't going to bother them, is it?" I asked, a little worried.

Jason looked up at me before glancing over at the two men. 'Those two? They could sleep through just about anything. They're night owls."

I nodded and he opened the jar of oil, pulling some out with his fingers and warming it up between his palms. He let it drip from his cupped palm onto my sex and I bit my lower lip.

"Still good?"

"Yeah." I breathed out and his thumbs brushed against my outer lips, rubbing the oil over my labia with soft touches that made me ache for more.