Chapter 16: Claiming
I fell asleep so easily last night. It must have had something to do with all the wonderful sex yesterday.
I don't remember moving last night, so one of my vampires must have picked me up. Mmm. I smell cinnamon... fresh baked apples... and old parchment. I love that scent. Peter. But it could just be that Peter is close. Let's test out this theory.
I slowly moved my hand, trailing it up his spine in a flutter of movement.
My head was in the crook of his neck, so without opening my eyes, I placed a kiss on my favorite spot.
Still no purr. Nope, not my Jasper.
I smiled, “Good morning, Peter.”
I kissed the spot again as he leaned into my attention, “Good morning, Little One. How'd ya know?”
I giggled as I went through the motions again and explained, “When I trail my hand up Jasper's spine like this, he purrs for me. When I kiss right here, he purrs for me. Plus, even before I did any of that, I smelled my Peter... cinnamon, fresh baked apples, and old parchment. Can I get back to the kisses now?”
He chuckled lightly, “Certainly, Little One... by all means.”
I brought both of my hands around the front of him, tracing the lines of his muscles as I leaned in for a kiss. I carefully trailed my tongue along the front of his top teeth, causing him to growl into my mouth. Fuck, that's hot.
He tightened his arms around me as his hips flexed up against mine. I grabbed a handful of his hair in my hand while angling his head back. I licked his Adam’s apple, then nibbled once.
Before I could make another move, he had ripped the boxers from his body. The ripping sound sent a tingling sensation straight to the apex of my thighs. I could feel my Jasper in the room, so I knew he was watching. I moaned, “God, Peter. So sexy...” as I ground down on him and circled my hips.
I grabbed his hands, placing them on my ass as I angled my hips, then aligned his cock with my already wet entrance. “Tell me Peter,” I whispered seductively, “Tell me you want me. Tell me you want to feel my tight little pussy wrapped around your cock. Tell me and I'll give it to you.”
I flicked the head of his cock against my clit just to make my point clear. He whimpered, then moaned in response, “Fuck, Sugar. Ya know I do. I need to feel ya. I wanna be buried so deep in your sweet little pussy. Please, Little One. Please let me feel ya wrapped around...”
Before he could finish, I sunk down on him completely. We both cried out at the sensation. He tried to still my hips as I started a rhythm, but I wouldn't have it. This wasn't going to be slow. I needed him to claim me. I needed his passion. I tried to speed up again, but he stilled my hips this time. I was getting frustrated. I needed him to fuck me, to show me how I made him feel. I tried one more time to move at all, but he tightened his grip on my hips. I was whimpering, begging him with my eyes to understand.
Suddenly, my skin heated as my frustration built. Peter grabbed my face, “Look at me, Little One. Look me in the eyes.”
I tried to ground down on him, but he immediately stilled my motion. I screamed out my frustration, not being able to voice it, then I heard what I needed. “Isabella, look at Peter right now.”
I stopped all motion, “Yes, Sir, Major.”
I looked at Peter, my frustration still high, and waited. “Little One, why are ya frustrated?”
I wasn't told the rules for today. Do I speak? I don't want to get in trouble today.
“Isabella, today's answers will be aloud. You're to answer Peter's questions as if they're my own. Speak clearly, Isabella.”
I looked back at Peter to say, “I am frustrated because you keep stopping my movement.”
Inside, I was screaming for him to just fuck me... claim me, and show me how it felt to let all the passion loose. Peter watched my eyes before saying, “Little One. Tell me what ya want... what you need.”
No, I can't. He won't want to claim me like that. He has a mate. Why do I feel like he's my mate too? My Jasper's already claimed me, but my Peter hasn't. Fuck, this is so frustrating.
I whimpered as I looked at Major. I was pleading. “Isabella, Peter has asked ya somethin'. Do not fear any repercussions for what ya say, as long as ya don't lie. Now, answer Peter,” he said sternly.
“I don't understand why, but I want you to claim me... my Jasper already claimed me as a mate, but my Major, my Char and my Peter haven't. I need my Peter.”
I heard both men gasp. I was wrong. He doesn't want me.
I hung my head as the tears started to fall. I was still so frustrated. I needed my Peter, but he didn't want me.
Fuck, now Major won't want me either. You're only supposed to have one mate...
I screamed out in pain as my body felt like it was seering from the inside out. “Isabella Marie! Look at me this instant!”
Major was beside me, so I snapped my head up as I gasped, “Major... Sir, it … it hurts... I'm so... so … sorry, I know... you only... only get one... Please don't … Ahh!”
Major growled, “ISABELLA. Look at me and breathe. In... Out... In... Out... slow your breathin'. Keep your eyes on me. Does it look like Peter or I are goin' anywhere? We were just surprised that ya claimed not only me and Jasper, but Peter and Char as your mates. That doesn't mean we don't want ya. We were surprised by it. Now look at Peter. I will be projectin' your emotions though the room.”
I nodded, immediately meeting his eyes, answering. “Yes, Sir,” I whispered brokenly.
Major said he still wanted me, he wasn't going anywhere. But what about my Peter? He's surely going to leave to go home. I need my Peter.
A whimper escaped my lips as I looked at Peter. “Little One. Tell me what ya want... what ya need.” He repeated the thing he said before.
I can't. I can't tell him. I have to tell him. “I need my Peter... please... don't leave me. I'm sorry. I know you only get one mate. I'm not suppose to have so many. My Char isn't here, and I need my Peter. Please Peter. I need you. I need you to claim me, to fuck me, to own me... to show me how it feels to let the passion loose. I need to know how I make you feel. I need you to show me all the passion you have for me...”
I was whimpering through my statement, my voice steadily leaving me. My final words left me in a barely audible breath, “If you still have any.”
I was ready to scramble of the bed. To run away. Hide somewhere and never surface. A sob started to break through my chest as the pain flared, but instantly I was wrapped tightly in Peter's arms. He wove his hands in my hair, grasping the base of my neck with one hand, while his other wrapped around my back to lock down on the opposite hip. He pulled me into him almost roughly, then his lips were on mine.
YES! Oh, God yes. This is what I needed.
He sought out every cranny of my mouth with his tongue. I reveled in it. Peter broke the kiss as he pulled on my hair, making my head fall back. He licked from the hollow of my throat to my lips, then breathed into me, “Don't ever think I don't want ya, Little One. I want ya so bad I ache. I need ya as much as ya need me. Let me show ya, Little One. Let me be what ya need me to be... what I crave to be.”
He licked my throat, then nipped my bottom and top lips alternately, careful not to break the skin. I whimpered in need, “Please... oh, yes.”
Peter flicked his finger against my clit, causing me to gasp before letting out a wordless cry. “That's it, Little One. Make all the noise ya want. Let me know how ya feel.”
He thrust two fingers in me, then flicked his thumb across my clit roughly. “Fuck! Peter... oh... fuck me, now, please!”
He removed his fingers, then as he pushed his cock all the way in with a powerful thrust, he swiped his fingers across my lips. I grabbed his hand, licking my juices from his fingers as he gripped my other hip and slammed me down onto him. I cried out around his fingers, then released them with a pop. I needed more.
Peter needed to be in me and all over me at once. He flipped me onto my side, straddled one of my legs, then thrust inside me deeply as he wrapped the other leg around his hip to hold it. He licked the fingers of his free hand, then drew them against my spine. White heat flashed through me. “Yes, FUCK! Don't stop.”
He repeated the process several times, saying as he drew the venom against my spine, “That's my element, Little One. Mine. (I moan) Ya have a part of me on your skin permanently. That's my cock inside ya, Little One. Mine. (I whimper) It's my passion in your body, Little One. Mine. Peter's passion. Say it.”
My orgasm hit with force as I screamed wildly that it was all his. Every bit of me was filled with his passion for me. Then he was cumming inside me, and it triggered another orgasm. “Yes, Peter. Don't stop... please don't ever stop!”
As my orgasm subsided, he flipped us back over, then I was moving on his still very hard cock. I looked at him wide-eyed as he said huskily, “I'm nowhere near done, Little One. I still have so much passion for ya.”
He steadied my hips as I began to move again, rolling my hips every time I was fully seated. My hands traveled up my body to find their way into my hair, wrapping tightly into the strands as my hips rolled in a larger circle. Peter growled, “That's it, Little One. Show me how I make ya feel. Fuck, you're truly glorious. You're definitely a fuckin' goddess. Now let your goddess loose on me, Little One. Let her out. Let her come to me. Shit, ya feel so good wrapped around my cock. I love the way your inner walls flutter against my cock... ungh.”
Suddenly, I clamped my inner muscles down tight before releasing them. His eyes went wide as he looked at me. I smirked at him, knowing my inner goddess was no longer sleeping. She was wide awake, the door open.
I clamped and released again as Peter screamed out a stream of profanities. His growled answer is what set the goddess free. “Little One, if ya don't fuckin' stop that, I'll bend ya over on all fours to fuck ya senseless, as the Major fucks that pretty little mouth of yours.”
I leaned down, running my tongue along his top teeth as I clamped down repeatedly several times, whispering, “Well, what are you waiting on?”
Major was against the headboard, my weight was resting on my forearms with my head above Major's beautiful cock, my ass was in the air, and Peter was slamming into me before I could take a full breath. He widened my legs as far as they would go, grabbed my hips to stabilize them, then slammed into me again. “Fuuck, Peter! Yes!”
I licked the precum from the head of Major's cock, then swirled my tongue around the tip. I moaned as Peter kept his grueling rhythm. I dug my nails into the back of Major's thighs as I took him fully into my mouth. I swallowed around his cock, then started matching the pace Peter was setting.
As I deep-throated Major, Peter had coated his fingers in venom to run them down my spine. He blew air over them, but it just seemed to make me hotter. My spine tingled... I was ready to explode. “Mmm... Shit, Peter.”
There was a red-silver glow around the three of us. The wind was blowing into the window, the room was shaking, yet I was still getting hotter. I groaned around Major's cock, Peter flicked my clit harshly as I clamped around him again, then Major commanded, “Isabella, ya need ta fuckin' cum. Cum for us, now, damn it!”
As I exploded into complete bliss and euphoria, I could have sworn I heard crackling coming from outside. Major and Peter roared their releases as I was coming down from mine, and I drank everything Major gave me.
My arms gave out, so Peter picked me up, cradling me like a baby. “Show me those beautiful eyes, Little One. Show me what those pretty eyes look like.”
I smiled up at him as I opened my eyes. He smiled back, saying, “There we are. How are ya feelin', Sugar?”
I let out a breathy laugh, “I'm too sated to even take stock, Peter.”
He laughed, then set me down next to Jasper. I immediately curled into him, kissing the spot on his neck. “Love you... so much.”
He purred in content.
Peter said he was going to check the perimeter as he threw on a pair of jeans, disappearing after he kissed my cheek. I heard a laugh a minute later, then another minute or two went by before Peter came back in the room.
“Well, it looks like ya got your firepower, Little One.” He laughed as he plopped down next to me. “Ya set a bush on fire out back. I had to douse it.”
Wait. What? “Huh? Peter how could I set fire to something when I'm not even outside?”
He stroked my cheek still grinning, “Little One, how can ya do anythin' ya do? How could ya make the wind swirl those papers there into a tornado shape right before ya came? How could ya have the earth swirlin' around ya the other night in the field? I don't know how, but it happened, Sugar.”
I thought about it for a second while Jasper held me. I really need to get my head around having powers. Plural… and more seem to be creeping up every day. I was scared of this fire thing. It could be really dangerous.
What if accidentally caught Jasper or Peter on fire?
My chest snarled in pain; I clutched it with a whimper. Jasper and Peter were both immediately asking me what was wrong. “I was just thinking about this new power. What if something happened? What if I accidentally caught one of you on fire? I couldn't deal with that. It would literally kill me. I don't like this power. The pain was just the mere mention of me hurting one of you. I think the pain from earlier, was when I thought I was going to lose you both. It would be a thousand times worse if I hurt one of you.”
Jasper and Peter looked at each other for a second, then both took a hand of mine as Peter said, “Little One, we're not leavin' ya, ya won't hurt either one of us, and ya aren't gonna do anythin' crazy like run away from us to keep us safe from ya. Now repeat back what I just said.”
I huffed. I'm not a child.
I repeated it back in a blah-blah bored tone. “You aren't leaving, I won't hurt you, and I'm not going to do anything crazy like run away from you to keep you safe. There. Now why did I just say that? Do you know something I don't?”
I was really hoping he did. “It's your shield, Sugar. The glow ya put around us during intense orgasms is physical proof of your shield. Plus, ya can't physically hurt your mate. It's impossible. Never been done, with all the powers, in all the world. So see, ya can't hurt the three of us. Jasper, Char and I are completely safe in your presence.”
I smiled widely at his last statement.
I threw myself at him, placing tiny kisses all over his face, whispering between the kisses, “You really (kiss) mean it? (kiss) You (kiss) and Char (kiss) can be (kiss kiss) my mates (kiss kiss kiss) too?”
Then I kissed him playfully, nipping at his lips before biting down gently. Jasper was smiling lovingly as Peter laughed into the kiss, “My Little Kitten. I like ya bein' playful. Yes, I have claimed ya as my mate and ya accepted that claim, but the underlyin' emotions were what counted. You're as much my mate as Char is. I knew before ya even woke this morning that I'd love ya for eternity. Jasper knew how I felt. He could feel it for himself. It was never that I didn't want ya. I just never thought ya would think of me as your mate. With ya havin' Jasper and the Major, I thought Char and I would just be helpin' out when needed. I didn't think...”
I put my index finger to his lips to stop him. “Jazz, I'm fully open. Can you let Peter feel? Peter, first I'm going to think about Jasper, then I'm going to clear my mind before thinking about you. OK?”
I took a few deep breaths, then thought about Jasper. I pushed everything I felt for Jasper to him, hearing two gasps. I let them feel it for a minute, then I cleared everything from my mind. I took a few more deep breaths, nodded my head, then thought about Peter. I pushed everything I felt for Peter at Jasper. It was only a second or two before I heard two gasps again. I let them feel it for a minute, then I centered myself again.
I opened my eyes to see both vampires looking at me in awe. Peter whispered, “It's the same... and so much.”
I was still wrapped around him from when I sprang into his arms, so I tightened my grip on him. I felt Jasper scoot up behind me to wrap himself around both of us. “I love both of you with everything I am. I'm certain I will love Char the same way once we spend time together. My base self already recognises her as mine, just as it recognises I'm hers. I'm Jasper's Darlin', Major's Isabella, Peter's Little One, and Char's Sweetness. No matter what the name, I'm all of yours. I love you.”
Peter leaned in at the same time Jasper did, each one claiming a side of my neck to place kisses on. God, I love the feel of them.
I really needed to get up to start moving, or we'd be in bed all day. I already wanted them both to make love to me again. I groaned internally. “If we don't get going, I'll end up having you both ravish me all day. Then we'll never get anything accomplished. Come on. Let's get moving.”
They both grumbled, but I replied, “I know. I don't like it either, but we have too much to do before Charlie comes home. Plus, I need a human moment, then seriously large amounts of food. Why don't you both go down to get my breakfast ready. I'll hop in the shower, then be there in a few minutes.”
They each kissed a cheek before I got up. I took my bathroom bag, walked to the bathroom, then called behind me, “No funny business without me. That's just plain not fair. Hop to it, gentlemen.”
Then I giggled as I closed the door. Once done with my human needs, I opened the door back up, turned the water on, then hopped in the shower. Since I was in a really sensual mood, I was singing and swaying in the shower as I washed my body. I didn't even care that the shower curtain was see-thru.
In the thunder and rain
You stare into my eyes
I can feel your hand
Movin up my thighs
Skirt around my waist
Wall against my face
I can feel your lips
I don't wanna stop just because
People walkin by are watchin us
I don't give a damn what they think
I want you now
I don't wanna stop just because
You feel so good inside of my love
I'm not gonna stop no no no
I want you
All I wanna say is
And any place
I don't care who's around
And any place
I don't care who's around
Dancin on the floor
Feelin the slow groove
My mind is startin to burn
With forbidden thoughts
Strangers all around
With the lights down low
I was thinkin maybe we could
I don't wanna stop just because
People standin' 'round watchin' us
I don't give a damn what they think
I want you now
I don't wanna stop just because
You feel so good inside of my love
I'm not gonna stop no no no
I want you
All I wanna say is
And any place
I don't care who's around
Any time, Baby
And any place
I don't care who's around
Say it again, say it... oh, yeah
Any time, Baby
And any place, Sugar
They can watch
They can stare
I don't care
When I finished the song, I was done rinsing the soap off my body. I turned around to shut off the water, only to notice that there two very rapt vampires leaning in the doorway. I acted like I didn't see them. I turned the water off, arched my back as I squeezed the water out of my hair, then opened the shower curtain to grab a towel. I smiled at my vampires as I grabbed the towel before stepping out, propping my foot on the toilet seat to start drying off.
When I was done drying off, I wrapped my hair in the towel, then finally said, “Is breakfast ready?”
That broke them both out of their awed staring; they both gave me blindingly beautiful smiles. Jasper was the first to speak, “Darlin', I know I told you the other night you had a beautiful voice, but you blew me away just now. You were a siren calling us from the kitchen. We had to come.”
I didn't think I was that good, but I smiled anyway. “Kitten, what was that ya were singin'? It was a very sensual song.”
When I pulled my robe on, they looked like they were pouting at the loss of staring material. Too cute.
I loosely tied the waist, saying, “It's called 'Any Time, Any Place' and it's by Janet Jackson. She has several good ones... that one just seemed to fit my mood.”
I kissed both of them on the cheek, then squeezed between them to get out the door. I walked down the stairs, but before I sat down, Jasper said, “Sugar, would you happen to have that song? I would like to hear the original.”
I rerouted to the living room after I grabbed my Ipod off the counter. I plugged it in, flipped through the songs, then hit play. I noticed the clock on the wall said it was only 6:00. Damn, I'm outta bed early.
The song started floating through the room, and I instantly got caught up in the music. I was singing along when I grabbed a hand from each of them to start dancing between them.
By the time the song ended, I was sandwiched between them with my leg hiked up on Jasper's hip, my head back on Peter's shoulder. Peter's face was buried in my neck, Jasper’s face between my breasts, and their hands skimming all over my body. My breathing was ragged and my pulse racing.... when my stomach growled.
They slowed then stopped their motions. I pouted, grumbling under my breath all the way to the kitchen chair, “Stupid stomach. Couldn't wait ten fucking minutes. Why? Just ten small minutes. Wouldn't kill you to hold on long enough for a quickie. Stupid fucking stomach.”
I plopped down in my chair, grabbed my fork, then looked at the two now standing in front of me leaning against the counter. They were trying to hold in their laughter at my rant. “Don't even start. You two got me all worked up, now I have to eat. If you wouldn't have stopped, I wouldn't be grumpy, now would I?”
They busted out laughing, so I stuck my tongue out at them, forked a piece of honeydew, and popped it in my mouth. I moaned as I chewed... it was really good. I picked up a piece of cantaloupe, chewing as I hummed.
Maybe I'm not so grumpy now.
My sensual mood is coming back full swing. The guys were looking at me questioningly. “What?” I didn't know what I did to get those looks.
Peter offered, “Kitten, your mood went from sensual durin' the dance, to pissed and grumpy with no sensuality at all, but now you're full fledged back to sensual. I think we found another food with side effects.”
I shrugged, “All I know is I'm going to continue eating it, because, My God, it's good.”
I popped a piece of muskmelon in my mouth. Oh, so good.
I opened the small bag of chocolates next to my bowl. These were different than the others I'd tried. They were chocolate covered nuts. Yay! Oh, today is a good day. I grabbed a handful to drop them onto my melon. “Spoon, please.”
Peter rushed over with a spoon, licking the excess melon juice from my bottom lip. I moaned into his mouth as I twisted my fingers in his hair. He tasted so good.
Food. I'm hungry. I broke the kiss reluctantly, so he set the spoon in my bowl.
He kept his eyes on me as he walked over to Jasper, then pulled Jasper to him by the back of his head. Their lips crashed together passionately. Of course, I was instantly aroused. I could see their tongues tangling together between them, as well as feel the resulting the wetness between my thighs.
I ate a spoonful of nuts and melon from my bowl as I continued to watch them, growing more aroused by the second. Peter's free hand slid down the front of Jasper as they kissed, only stopping when it stroked against the bulge in Jasper's jeans. They were both still shirtless, so I could see their muscles tensing and releasing as they caressed each other. Jasper flicked Peter's nipple, then grabbed a hold of his hip before kneading. I moaned as I sat back in the chair, my legs parting slightly as I did, making the robe fall away from my lap.
They were both watching me, so I stood up, walked to the end of the island counter, hopped up, then undid the tie at my waist. They released me from my robe, laying me back to rest on my forearms. Jasper turned to Peter, brushed his hand across the top of his jeans, then popped the button open. He slid the zipper down easily, the noise of it not doing anything to compare to my heavy breathing in the quiet room.
Jasper bent down to help Peter finish removing his jeans, but before he stood back up, he looked directly at me as he licked Peter's cock from the base to the tip. My arousal skyrocketed, eliciting a needy whimper from my throat.
One of my hands slid up to my hair, fisted and relaxed, then slid slowly down my neck to the top of my breasts. Peter was now helping Jasper with his jeans. Instead of just a lick, he took Jasper fully in his mouth while he watched me.
My hand went to my nipples, alternating between them, pinching and tugging them. The slight pain I felt while tugging too hard made a gasp fall from my lips as I arched further into my hand. I whimpered as I tugged again, my pleasure spiking with the pain. A moan came out that sounded almost like a beg.
Peter had Jasper so far down his throat, that his nose was buried in the light curls at his base. I heard Jasper growl as Peter moaned... both were still watching me.
My hand made its way from my breasts, tickling down my ribs, across from hip to hip, then further to my slick core. I pulled gently on my folds, then spread my legs wider with a loud groan of pleasure. I traced a finger down my wet slit before bringing it to my lips. I trailed the finger over the outline of my lips, then licked my lips and moaned at the taste of myself.
My hand had gone back to my core to slip two fingers inside myself. I curled them, brought them back out, then up to my throbbing nub. As soon as my fingers made contact with my clit, I cried out, arching into the sensation.
Jasper had Peter by the hair, thrusting his cock down Peter's throat. Peter was moaning around him while stroking himself at a fast pace. I was panting, whimpering at the sexy sight in front of me, but I didn't want to cum yet. I wanted to watch them cum first. “Cum for us Darlin. We'll make sure ya... fuuck, Peter... cum several more times, but please. I wanna watch ya (groan) make yaself come apart. Jesus, yes. Ungh... your mouth feels so fuckin' good, Peter.”
Peter moaned louder, prompting Jasper to growl at him.
He fucking growled. He knows what that shit does to me.
I came instantly, my fingers a frenzy on my clit as I gasped breathlessly, “Fuuck, yes. Ahh... you two look so goddamn hot. Shit, I'm cumming! Oh, God... Yes!”
My head fell back, my breasts arched up, then my fingers pushed roughly inside me. They had to have a really good view, because they were poised on either side of me in an instant, their cool seeds spilling onto my naked flesh.
When my orgasm subsided, I took my hand from my core, swiped it through both of their essences, then brought it to my lips. I sucked my fingers into my mouth, tasting the three of us together. I was instantly aroused again. We taste so good together.
I whimpered around my fingers, then moaned about how good we tasted together. I stuck my fingers back inside me for a second to gather more wetness. I swiped them back through their essences, then offered my fingers in front of them. They held my wrist gently, both leaning in to taste us. They moaned as their tongues touched around my fingers. They each took one before sucking eagerly. They let my fingers go, then Peter licked a line from my core to my belly button, gathering all three of us on his tongue before offering it to me. I sucked his tongue into my mouth, kissing him passionately. Fuck that's the best taste ever.
“We taste so damn good.” I pulled Jasper to me, then kissed him just as passionately. God, I love my vampires. Peter was lapping everything from me, making me arch into him with a moan. Jasper leaned forward to help him, then they linked their fingers together.
The next thing I know, their fingers are pumping in and out of me as they both suck on a nipple. I cried out as Jasper tugged on it with his lips. “Yes, more!”
They both did it this time, tugging, then biting down just shy of breaking skin, shoving their entwined fingers deep inside me. My hips flexed up off the counter, my eyes fluttered shut, and my voice croaked out, “Fucking Christ, yes!”
I came unbelievably hard, panting, crying out. I had unshed tears in my eyes when they let up, having pushed me quickly from one orgasm to another and another. I lay utterly spent, breathing harshly, still too out of it to notice that both of my vampires were petting me and whispering, “It's alright... we have you... just stay relaxed... we love you.”
I was confused. They were comforting me through the best multiple orgasm of my life? I let my eyes fall shut, breathed deeply, then opened them slowly. My nipples were tender and deeper pink, but I didn't didn't feel right in a different way.
I looked into Jasper's eyes. They were beautiful. I smiled weakly, suddenly feeling unable to even move a muscle.
Peter walked away before I could look at him, and instinctively I panicked. He rushed back to my side, “I'm not goin' anywhere, Little One. I'm just gettin' ya a dose of liqueurs. I won't leave the kitchen. Ya can watch me the whole time.” And I did.
I don't know why I was panicking about him leaving my side, but I was. It was purely instinctive. He was back at my side in seconds, pouring my Chambord. Jasper lifted me up to place me on his lap in a chair. Peter helped me hold the glass to my lips as I drank. When the first glass was done, he filled it with the Leopold Peach. Again, he helped hold the glass to my lips as I drank. “Little One... that's not enough. Ya need apples and cinnamon too. I'm gonna get ya some custard apple milk made right now with regular apples and cinnamon in with it. That should help. I won't leave the kitchen. Jasper's right here.”
I looked at Jasper with pleading eyes. I didn't understand what was happening, but I really didn't feel right.
I looked at Jasper intently for a few seconds, then I noticed I had lost track of Peter. My eyes were darting all over the kitchen frantically. He popped his head up from under a cabinet. He was getting out the blender. I relaxed again slightly.
I felt like I was only running on instinct right now. I knew I wasn't having an episode, though. They feel totally different. “Jazz? What's happening? Why do I feel this way?”
He cooed to me softly, “Shh, Darlin. We will explain, but let us get you stable first so that you don't have another episode. Give us a few minutes to care for you, Darlin'.”
He was stroking my arm while placing kisses on my forehead, cheeks, chin and nose. I relaxed into him, then could hear him and Peter talking.
“Little One?” I lifted my head toward Peter’s voice. “I don't want it to startle ya. I'm gonna start the blender now. I'll only be a minute, then no more noise.”
I still flinched when the blender started, even though I knew it was coming. I couldn't see Peter when I was curled into Jasper, so I whispered, “Jazz, can you turn us a little please? I can't see Peter.”
He turned us in the chair a small amount, “That better, Darlin'?”
I nodded as I curled into him, watching Peter like a hawk. Peter turned off the blender, poured a really big thermos full, then sat it on the table. He grabbed the other chair from the side of the table, set it directly in front of me, sat down and held the thermos to my lips. “I know this is a lot to drink, Little One, but ya need to drink all of this for us. I don't have a liqueur in your arsenal yet, and they're a lot more concentrated than this. We'll have to get the Goldschlager Cinnamon today so that we can start it immediately.”
He was helping me drink the whole time he talked. Every few sips, he would look deep into my eyes. I guess he was checking to make sure I didn't slip into an episode. I took the chance to speak before the thermos was at my lips again, but Peter stopped me by saying, “Let's finish the thermos, then Jasper will talk as I help ya eat, Little One. I'm not stallin', I just wanna make sure you’re stable first.”
I finished the rest of the thermos, but needed to use the bathroom. I went to stand up, but Peter quickly caught me as my legs gave way. “Ya shouldn't try standin' yet. You're still really weak, Little One.”
I ducked my head at having to have them take me to do something so private. “I need to use the bathroom, though,” I whispered.
Peter carried me to the bathroom, helped me sit down, then turned towards the door. I panicked, “No... please don't leave.”
He smiled at me, “I'm not leavin', Sugar, just tryin' to give ya a little privacy without leavin' the room.” I relaxed and was able to use the bathroom.
Peter carried me into the the kitchen again when I was done, then sat down with me in his lap. He started feeding me chocolate covered nuts as well as salmon tartar. I knew I needed to eat a lot right now. The chocolate covered nuts were finished before Jasper said, “Darlin', look at me for a minute please.”
I did, then Jasper looked deeply into my eyes. It felt like he touched something in the very core of my being. I smiled as I felt it. It was comforting. “Now look at Peter, Darlin'.”
I did, with Peter looking deeply into my eyes this time. He was so beautiful. I wanted to tell him I loved him, but he looked at Jasper, shaking his head minutely with a desperate look.
Jasper stood up immediately, grabbing his keys off the rack next to the kitchen door. “Darlin', you still aren't stable. I need to go the the corner liquor store. You're gonna be here with Peter. He'll take care of you. I'll be back in less than 10 minutes. I promise.”
Peter suddenly said, “Get Marie Brizard Manzanita Apple, too. That should do it.”
As Jasper rushed out the door, I curled tightly into Peter. “Something's not right Peter. I need you. Fix it please. I don't like it.”
He stroked my skin as he cooed, “I know, Little One. That's why Jasper had to run out to the liquor store. We're tryin' to fix it, Sugar. We'll get ya stable soon. I promise.”
He tightened his arms around me as I took in his scent. I didn't smell it as much as I did earlier. I smelled Jasper's just fine a second ago, though. This scared me. I loved Peter's scent. “Peter... I can't smell your scent as well. I love your scent. I need it. Why can't I smell you as much as I need to?”
Peter sounded sad when he said, “I know. Once you're stable ya will, Little One. Ya need to stay calm though. If ya have an episode now, it would be really bad for us, Babydoll.”
He rocked side to side with me, trying to keep me calm and comfort me.
I don't know what's happening, but it's getting worse. I ache inside.
I clutched Peter to me, but it didn't work. I still ached. “Peter, he needs to hurry,” I whispered brokenly. He kissed my lips lightly, making the ache flare. I whimpered as I looked into Peter's eyes. He looked like he would be crying if he could. I kissed the corners of his eyes, hoping that this beautiful man never looked like this again. The ache in my chest flared briefly again. Tears leaked from my eyes silently.
Jasper rushed through the door, opening the bottles as he came to a stop in front of us. He held the bottle of Goldschlager to my lips as Peter whispered, “Ya need all of it, Little One. I know you're tired of drinkin', but please do this. I need ya to be okay.”
I looked at Jasper, then nodded. I chugged it down as fast as I could. Within 5 minutes the bottle was gone, Jasper holding a different one to my lips. This was the Manzanita Apple. Again, I nodded at Jasper, so he helped me drink until it was gone 10 minutes later.
I needed the bathroom again, but needed to be in Peter's arms more. “Darlin', you'll hurt if you hold it. Peter will take you and stay with you while you go. It will only take you a minute, then you'll feel better.”
When we returned from the bathroom this time, I reached out to take the can of nuts off the table. “Peter, can you open these please?”
He opened the nuts for me, then said, “Little One, look at me please.”
I did, but told Peter, “I'm not there, yet. I don't know what you're looking for, but I know I'm not fixed yet. I need these.”
I tapped the nuts with my finger, so he handed them to me. “Please let me try?”
I nodded, then he looked deeply in my eyes. I felt part of the ache melt away. “Peter, it doesn't ache so much now.”
I started eating the nuts, then in no time at all, ¾ of the canister was gone. I handed Jasper the lid and canister, so he put the lid back on them, setting the can on the table. “I need plain chocolate, please… along with the salmon tartar I didn't eat yet.”
Jasper brought both things to me, handing me the salmon first. The bowl was filled half way, but I ate every bit of it. He handed me the chocolate bar, which was milk chocolate. I started eating it then stopped. I needed more.
I was able to think clearly now, but my instincts were screaming at me for certain things. “Jasper can you get me a really dark chocolate bar, passion fruit, kiwi, and make a pot of coffee please? Sorry, I know it's a lot.”
He lifted my chin, “It’s no trouble. You're our mate... we take care of our mates. I just wish you didn't have to feel like this.”
He kissed my lips tenderly then started gathering what I had asked for. By the time the coffee was done I was down to the chocolate bar. “Jazz, in the cupboard 2nd to the right, yes that one, can I have a teaspoon and the honey right there? Oh, the cinnamon cookies on the shelf above that, too. Thank you, My Cowboy.”
Jasper handed me all the ingredients for my next go round. He set the hot coffee down in front of me, the teaspoon and honey next to it, the cinnamon cookies on the other side. “I'm missing something. Coconut milk. How could I forget that? Please, Jazz?”
Peter finally let his curiosity get the better of him. “Little One, are ya makin' somethin' special? A recipe ya know?”
I giggled, “No, this is purely the product of my instincts waking up... screaming bloody murder at me. Watch, because we'll all have to see how this turns out together.”
I picked up the honey, but the jar wasn't right. “Jazz, will you look to see if the same shelf this was on has applewood honey? If so, that's the one I need.”
He took the other honey back, then brought me the applewood honey. I stuck the teaspoon in it, only to lift it to my lips. Yes. I'm on the right track.
I filled the teaspoon, stirred it in the coffee, then repeated that process. Next was the chocolate. I snapped the bar into quarters, then each piece in half again. I placed one of the pieces in the coffee and began stirring. “Peter, grab the coconut milk. Drizzle it in slowly until I say stop, please.”
I saw the color I was looking for, then told Peter to stop. He did immediately. I kissed him softly, then said to both of them, “This will sound insane, and I probably am, but I need something personal from both of you. I need your venoms in the concoction. A teaspoon from Jasper, then 2 from you, Peter. Then I need both of you to heavily venom my elements... all of them. Lick whatever pattern first comes to your mind. You need to lick from the time I start drinking to the time the last drop is gone. Again, I know this sounds insane, but my instincts are literally screaming at me. We need to go up to the bedroom, so I can get comfortable. You’ll have room to maneuver there. I need the coffee, chocolate and cookies. We need to hurry.”
They put the appropriate amounts of venom into the coffee. I stirred it quickly, then nodded. Peter grabbed me and the coffee, while Jasper grabbed the chocolate and cookies. We were in the bedroom in no time, then I was being gently laid on my stomach in the middle of the bed. Jasper and Peter were positioned on either side of my spine waiting for the okay. “Peter's venom needs to be placed first. Take however heavy you think is safe to do, then double it.”
I took a couple of the cinnamon cookies, ate them quickly, then one chocolate piece. Another couple of cookies, then another chocolate piece. After the third round, I only had a few more cookies left, so I said, “You can start placing the venom, but don't let your tongues touch before the coffee hits my lips.”
Immediately I felt Peter's venom touch my skin. I finished the cookies and chocolate, then said, “It's time.”
I brought the coffee to my lips to take a sip. They both started working the same pattern. Jasper starting at the top and Peter starting at the bottom. I took another sip.... another... then another. It was starting to make me tingly inside and out. I could feel which tongue was Peter's just by the tingle of the venom. I kept taking sips of the coffee, feeling better and better by the minute. I had the urge to lay my head down for a minute, so I said, “Don't stop. I'm still following instincts.”
They both made a moan in acknowledgment as I laid my head down. I centered myself, concentrating on the feel of them taking care of me. I focused on the feelings that each one inspired in me. I remembered the first time Jasper and I made love. I remembered how Peter made me feel when he claimed me as his. How he said I had a piece of him in me forever. I focused, trying to find those pieces. Jasper's was silver and shimmering. It pulsed with my heartbeat, flowed with no beginning or end.
When I found Peter's, I gasped in shock. It was a deep red-black, the shimmer faded. The pulse was not quite synced with my heartbeat, plus it had tiny fractures throughout the surface. I was frantic as I said, “I found the inner pieces of you both that I hold. Peter's is damaged. There's fractures on the surface, and the shimmer is faded. It's not the vibrant color i feel it should be, or in synch with me like Jasper's. We need to fix it. God, we have to fix it quickly.”