Harmony
We finish dinner and then leave for the car. Jaheim holds my hand during the walk back this time and my heart straight flutters. I'm so fucking corny, but I can't even help it. I'm literally living on cloud nine right now, especially after the hellish month I've had.
We talked about a couple more things, like him being able to sense if someone’s clean, and I told him that we can’t catch anything. He told me a little about his parents, too, like the fact they were high school sweethearts and had been together since they were fifteen. He’s still not asking me the question, though.
Were my parents wares?
I don’t know if it’s because I’m distracting him, or if all the answers to his questions is, but I’m patiently waiting for him to realise that something isn’t quite right about his parents’ car accident.
We reach the car and I hand Jaheim the keys, but instead of opening my door so I can get inside, my back is suddenly against it. He grabs the side of my jacket and buries his head in the curve of my neck, pushing down my hood. “Your scent is so damn intoxicating… I can’t stand it.”
I slip my hands beneath his shirt and exhale hard to stop from moaning. His skin is so damn soft...
I hear the faintest rumble of a growl in his throat before he raises his head to look at me. I swear the world spins in reverse, and everything around us feels like it's on fire with how hot I feel.
So many times I've heard how life changing finding your mate is, but I could've never have imagined just how powerful this bond would actually be. We don't even know each other, but I feel like my very survival depends on him.
“I'm trying so badly to be cool...”
I smirk. “Cool?”
He smiles. “Yeah... We don't do relationships, remember?”
That makes me laugh.
His smile slips as he reaches for my ponytail. “But I can't be cool with you. Not even just a little bit. Princess… I swear I fucking need you.” He lowers his lips to mine and I close my eyes, anticipating the explosion between us but still not being ready for it.
I taste the Cosmo on his lips and tongue as he kisses me into a place of bliss where only the two of us exist, making my body tremble with how badly I want him. He releases my hair to rest his hands either side of me, on my Escalade, and I'm disappointed not to be feeling his hands on my body, but I understand.
The connection between mates only grows, so now that we’re here, it's gonna take time for him to be able to control his strength when it comes to touching me. But that's okay. Whatever he wants, he can have. However much time he needs, he’s got it. This man’s been through enough, and no matter how desperate I am for him, I can wait.
The car suddenly begins to move behind me, and I can't help but laugh as I step back and his lips leave mine. His strength, although could be dangerous to me, only turns me the hell on more.
He drops his arms by his side. “Sorry.”
I reach for his hand. “Do you have any idea how good it makes me feel that you can barely control yourself around me? How much of a turn on your strength is?” I rest a hand on his chest. “If I’d changed already then this wouldn’t even be an issue, so don’t ever apologise for it. Hell, I can’t wait to be what you are.”
It’s obvious he thinks I’m insane for saying that, but I don’t get into it with him, I get in the car instead and wait for him to get in, too.
***
Jaheim's quiet while he drives us to his. He ain’t really said much since the parking lot. I know he must be so overwhelmed with not only what he’s learned, but with his feelings towards me. I just wish I could make the last eight years go away for him so he wasn’t carrying around this self-hatred.
He parks my car and then we go up to his apartment. I follow him into the living room after we take off our shoes and coats, and then I sit in my usual spot at the end of the couch while Jaheim switches on the TV and finally sits in the corner Carr usually occupies.
I watch him flicking through the channels, but after a while, I realise he ain’t even paying attention.
I scoot over a little bit and then sit sideways, tucking my legs beneath me. “What are you thinking about?
He returns to the room, tilting his head towards me. “Everything.”
“What specifically? Is it because I said I can’t wait to be what you are?”
He sighs. “You wanna be like me, and I wish I was like you again. This ruined my life.”
Wow…
He looks away from me. “I had to give up my dream of playing football and drop out of college when I changed into this. I almost killed someone because I was so strong. I... I had to find ways to cope with what I became...” He looks back at me. “But now I've met you and this is normal for you… I finally know there are others out there like me that love being this...” He suddenly frowns, as if something’s registered. “Does this mean my parents were like me?”
Shit… He’s asked. “Yes.”
“So why did they hide it? I was always strong as a kid, so why not just tell me?”
“That I can’t tell you, but I do know someone who can.”
“Who?”
“My cousin.”
“Ariella?”
I nod. “She can tell you anything you wanna know. She can even show you.”
“Show me?”
“Yeah. When you are ready, really ready, I'll take you to her.”
He gets lost in his thoughts again. “Do you think they were really in a car accident? You said you have to lose your head or your heart, right?”
I nod, feeling my chest tighten at seeing the anguish on his face. “I honestly don’t know. I suppose it could be possible, but I personally doubt it.”
I lose him again, but I don’t talk this time. I hate to think what’s running through his head now. To live all these years thinking your parents were in a car accident, to then find out they were more than likely murdered…
That’s a whole kind of fucked up.
He rubs his eyes, but I can’t tell if it’s because he’s upset or if his lenses are making them uncomfortable. I shuffle over the couch so I can kneel beside him.
I can’t see any sign of tears when he looks up at me. “Take out your lenses.”
He stills for a moment before he looks down to take them out, and when he raises his head again, I suck in an unsteady breath. Fuck. He looks so different... His eyes are a stunning mix of amber with flecks of deep orange, but it's the way they change his whole look that’s surprised me most.
Damn, he’s sexy.
“Your eyes are stunning. Don’t hide them anymore.” I rest a hand on his bare arm. “Y’know, my eyes will be the same colour as yours after I change.”
He’s intrigued.
“Mates always have the same colour eyes, so because you’re already a ware, I know what colour mine will be.”
He nods, but I suddenly feel like I’ve lost him to something else because of the way his eyes darken to an orangish brown. He looks down at his hand as he raises it to my waist. “Take this off.”
I pull off my sweater and then rest it on the couch beside me. His eyes drift over my black, lace bra, but I can see he’s hesitant to touch me. “You look too fragile to touch, even though I’m desperate to.”
I bite my lip; I can’t blame him for feeling that way. When I looked at myself in the mirror today, even I was horrified at how emaciated I looked. I've never in my life been this slim, and I hate it.
I move to get up but then I'm suddenly across the couch beneath him, with my arms trapped against the sides of my body. He teases my lips with soft kisses, but it’s only when I feel the heat of his dick against my navel that I part my lips to let him in.
He devours my mouth as if possessed, and then uses his weight to part my thighs so he can grind his hardness against me. I whimper from both upset and frustration, but I still wish I could pull him closer…
Just a little bit harder…
He raises his head, leaving me breathlessly looking up at him. “I know I did this to you, Princess...” He lowers to my neck to rest a single kiss there before inhaling deeply. “I know I hurt you... But now I'm gonna undo it all.”
He raises his head again and every part of me clenches, but then he disappears.
What the—
He returns to rest on top of me, and I’m sure I hear the jingle of bells. He moves each of my arms over my head and then once my hands are on top of each other, he rests something cool into the palm of my left one.
I curl my hand around it; it’s a small, smooth, metal ball, and it definitely has bells inside.
His eyes pin me. “If I hear it make a sound, I’ll stop.” He grinds his dick against me again, making me gasp. “Don’t make me.”
My pussy shudders in anticipation, and I can only nod.
He kisses me again but more urgently this time before moving down my body, peppering my skin with kisses until he's between my thighs. He straight skipped my breasts, but I think that’s because there’s no way I could stop whatever’s in my hand from jingling if he tried to get my bra off.
Least he’s playing fair…
I don’t even care; I just need to cum. I need to cum so damn bad.
He kneels, and I remember how he made me lose my mind in the shower at the James’ and wonder how many times he's gonna make me explode this time.
He doesn't even attempt to slide off my tights, he just grabs the waistband and tears them straight down to the crotch so he can get the material past my knees. Then he pushes my legs up to part them.
I hear the sound of the bells and my heart skips a few beats, but when his eyes rise to mine, he smirks. “I’ll let you off with that one.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Why, thanks.”
He smiles as he strokes my inner thighs, and then he lowers to kiss them in turn. I inhale a deep breath before releasing it just as slowly; my heart is pounding, but I’m also focused on this sphere in my hands and how taut my arms are, trying not to let it sound.
This shit is gonna be so hard…
The tips of his fingers tease my pussy through the lace of my thong, but then that’s gone, too. “You’ve got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen…”
I close my eyes, eager to know what he’s gonna put on me first.
“…and by far the most delicious.” He tells me how my scent drives him insane and then runs a finger through the juice that’s flooding out of me.
Lawwwwd… the way he compliments my body is such a fucking turn on.
He groans and I tremble, my body arching as I dig the back of my hands into the couch to stop the bells ringing. “Least I don't have to share any of this with the shower this time.”
I smile but then moan when his tongue finds my bead. I hear him semi-moan semi-growl this time, and fuck me, it turns me all the way on.
He grabs my thighs, spreading me wider, and I gasp from how tight his grip is, but he quickly loosens his hold before I feel his eyes on me. “Still red?”
Red? Oh, the safe word… “No. Amber.”
“Hmmm… Amber… interesting choice,” I hear, and then his warm mouth is on me again, his tongue dipping inside me.
I tremble, my skin rippling with goosebumps as I lose myself to the way he smells, the way he sounds, and the way he repeatedly works his tongue inside me while his hands tighten and loosen on my upper thighs. His strength excites me like nothing else, and although I should probably be a little scared at how easily he could hurt me, I trust him like I have no one else.
I all the way trust him.
He suddenly pulls away from my pussy and I hear him draw in a sharp breath. “You couldn't even understand how hard this is...” He slips two fingers inside me and I hear how wet I am when he finds my g-spot immediately. “...the way you taste... the way you smell... how dark pink and puffy your beautiful skin is down here…”
He thumbs my bead and I all the way shudder; the bells in my hands sound, too, causing me to immediately still.
He slips his fingers out from inside me. “Oh, no… Was that bells I heard?”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, being sorrier for myself because he’s stopped touching me when I was so close.
He lightly slaps my pussy and I gasp when the bells ring again.
“Oh, fuck…” I moan. “I’m sorry…” Shit, I swear I just felt that ripple all the way through me.
“There are those bells ringing again... What am I gonna do with you?”
Slap my pussy again, hopefully…
I try to slow my breathing, suddenly feeling lightheaded from panting, but then he slaps me again, harder, and not only does it feel amazing, but I hear how soaked my pussy is.
“You like that, Princess?”
“Yea—” A damn falsetto leaves me this time. My, God! That one was even harder, and even fucking better. I breathe another sorry, but I don’t actually know what for...
My mind is fucked up.
“Should we try again?” He sounds so turned on, it adds to my rapidly escalating excitement of this situation. He’s all the way freaky and I’m praying this shit’s just the tip of the iceberg.
“Yes.” As much as I’m loving this shit, this is a challenge, too, and I’m determined to get through one of these slaps without those bells ringing.
I clench my thighs and force my arms deeper into the couch, bracing myself for the blow, and I swear it takes all the strength I have to keep from letting those bells ring when his hand lands on me again. The pleasure is so much more heightened this time around, too, and I almost cum from it.
“And I thought you couldn’t do as you were told…”
I just moan, attempting to raise my hips as a hint for him to get me the hell off. I’m so fucking close to the edge, I’m barely keeping hold of my sanity. My thighs are shaking, my heart is racing, and if he wasn’t stopping me from closing my legs, just the force of them coming together would be enough to get me there.
“I guess you can be tamed after all.” There ain’t no doubt he’s smiling this time.
He lowers to nibble on all my creases, and I’m so damn relieved that this ball in my hand stays silent because that shit more than shocks me. He tugs and sucks on my bare lips, making my pussy ache in ways it never has before, and I soon realise that whatever shit he’s been into to help control himself, he’s now using on me.
What else will he end up doing to me?
“Oh, God!” He finally swipes his tongue over my swollen bead, and I sob as I’m suddenly at the brink, but when I rock my hips to increase the friction, he slows everything and the build-up inside me ebbs away.
“Not yet, Princess.”
He starts over, so many times that I lose count. He seems to be a pro at knowing exactly when I'm almost there and when to stop. I’m so desperate to cum, I think I’m angry. I'm holding this shit in my hand so damn tight, too, that my arms feel on the verge of cramping.
All I wanna do is throw it somewhere so I can grab his hair and grind my pussy against his face to give me that one last hit I need to get me there.
“Please,” I whisper. Lawd, I’m begging again... “Let me cum...”
I hear him groan and then the ball in my hand jingles because he’s moved beside me and buried his fingers deep in my pussy. “I want to watch you.”
I open my eyes and moan when I meet dark amber ones staring back at me. “Whatever you want. Just get me off.”
I see the ghost of an accomplished smile. “Count to three, Princess.”
“One, two...” I try to say three quickly, but he touches somewhere inside me that steals the word away from my lips.
He inhales in my hair, pressing his dick against my hip, and then I feel his teeth against my earlobe. “I need to hear you say the word.”
I rock my hips, screwing those dumb ass bells. What the fuck skills are these? He’s got me seeing stars from how close I am; I’m moaning a lot of mumbled shit while he keeps me teetering on the edge, but as vocal as I become, I can’t form anything remotely close to sounding like a three.
His head rises and I watch him watching me, begging him with my eyes to stop, or start, I don’t know. I just don’t wanna use that fucking safe word.
But I can’t take the torture anymore.
“Jaheim…” I sound more than desperate now.
His eyes close momentarily and then a growl slips out.
Every part of me shudders.
Fuck!
I gasp and then I breathe, my mind finally managing to remember to say that fucking word.
“Three.”