“Go through what?” Killian asked.
I met his gaze, even though I’d prefer to be kissing Jasmine herself. “Her heat has started.”
Killian’s eyes widened. “It has?”
“Just smell her. Her scent is making you hard, isn’t it?”
Jasmine flushed and pressed her legs tighter together.
“It’s more than her scent making me hard,” Killian answered with a slight grin. His hands moved to her hips, and he gripped her tightly. “So. Is this your first heat?”
Jasmine nodded once. “I know it’s unusual for someone my age to never have experienced a heat before, but…”
I combed my fingers through her hair. With everything being so fresh, we couldn’t go all the way. But still, “We need to do something to help, before it puts you in pain.”
“H-help?” Jasmine whispered.
I forced myself to focus on her face, reading the emotions there. Desire, yes, and a certain amount of longing. But also worry and uncertainty.
“Not sex,” I said, keeping my voice firm despite my own desire for the opposite. “Killian and I will keep our pants on. At this point, any orgasms will help. Eventually, you won’t be able to climax without penetration, but for now, manual stimulation will be enough.”
Killian snorted. “Penetration? Manual stimulation? Way to make it sound sterile.”
But Jasmine’s tight expression relaxed. Her lips tilted upward, not quite a smile but trying to be. She nodded, adjusting herself again. “That would be alright, I think. I just, um…” she trailed off as she chewed her lip, clearly not sure what to say.
“You just what?” Killian asked.
“I’m worried about dirt,” she finished, cheeks flushing.
I pulled my shirt off. “You can sit on this.”
Her eyes trailed over my exposed chest, taking in all the tattoos on my torso. One hand reached out and traced a dragon that ran the length of my stomach, from ribs to hip. I shuddered at her touch, desire moving through me. I couldn’t hold back anymore and leaned in, seeking her mouth.
She turned toward me, catching my face in her hands. As we kissed, she moaned. Her body rocked toward me and her hands gripped me tightly. I reached for her hips, meaning to pull her snug against me, but Killian was faster. He pulled her hips back, bringing her to a half-kneeling position. He bent over her, kissing her back as I thrust my tongue into her mouth.
Jasmine responded with another moan, simultaneously pushing back against Killian while trying to kiss me deeper. Ilaughed into her mouth, then broke away to kiss down her neck. The taste of her filled me, the scent of her arousal filling the air. Killian tugged her jeans down to her knees, then tucked my shirt under her to give her extra padding. Her hands trembled as they moved to my shoulders, and she glanced back, as though to check what he was doing.
I supported her, her body leaning into mine as Killian pushed his hand between her thighs. From my position, I couldn’t see, only the round globes of her ass. They trembled as her hips rolled backward, then forward. Jasmine gasped.
Her cheek lay on my shoulder, and I continued to kiss her shoulders and neck, arms around her as I held her in place. Killian’s free hand gripped her hip, and the one buried inside of her remained tantalizingly out of sight. His expression was determined as he worked her. Jasmine gasped and twitched, whimpered and moaned. Her scent grew even stronger, making it impossible to ignore how hard I was.
I pulled her face back to mine and thrust my tongue into her mouth, needing some part of myself to be inside of her. The wet sounds of Killian’s fingers matched with the thrusts of my tongue as I explored her mouth.
It didn’t take long for her to buckle. She jerked, cried out, and all her muscles shook at once. I pulled her half on top of me to stop her from collapsing, and Killian let out a pleased noise. Jasmine moaned as she writhed against me, riding out her orgasm. She shuddered, and the smell of her made me even harder, if that was possible.
“What’s…” a voice said.
Jasmine gasped lightly. I held her tighter as I broke the kiss and glanced over. Owen and Jace stood a few feet off.Judging by their flushed faces and the bulges in their pants, they had seen enough, too.
“Maybe camping wasn’t a good decision, after all,” I panted, need echoing in my body. “It seems Jasmine has gone into heat already.”
Owen stepped back, face paling.
Jace, however, nodded once. “Then we should go ahead and have sex. I brought condoms in case this happened.”
“No, not yet,” Killian said. He helped Jasmine tug her pants back into place. “This is enough to stave off the pain for now. We still need more time to adjust.”
“There’s no point—” Jace started.
