Chapter 24: Chapter 24

JASMINE

“Hey,” Sebastian murmured, his fingers tenderly tilting my chin upward, compelling me to look into his eyes. Those eyes, a soothing blue that had always been my safe haven. He held my gaze for a while, his eyes scanning mine as if trying to decipher the whirlpool of emotions churning within me.

He didn’t utter a word for a moment, just kept his eyes locked with mine, his gaze shifting from one eye to the other. A tiny tear welled up in the corner of my eye.

“What’s wrong, Jazzy?” His question was soft, gentle, and the use of my nickname made me feel vulnerable. He was breaking me down.

Sebastian was the one person who could make me unravel, layer by layer.

“I smelled you through the door, that’s why I asked.” He held my gaze.

“Can I be honest?” My voice was barely a whisper.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he replied, brushing away the lone tear that had escaped.

I let out a heavy sigh, but it was to him that I revealed my truth. If there was anyone among the three who could help me talk about this, it was Sebastian.

“I…I slept with Erik,” I blurted out, the words tumbling out like a breached dam, and I saw his eyes widen momentarily.

“I don’t want you to feel jealous or think that I’m betraying any of you,” I hurriedly added, another tear trickling down my cheek. “I just… It happened, and I want to be with you too, but…”

Sebastian interrupted me, his hands cradling my face, his thumbs gently wiping away the tears. “Shh, my angel. There’s no jealousy, no betrayal here. You belong to all of us, and we belong to you. There’s no infidelity here, Jazzy. We all understand this isn’t easy for you… It isn’t easy for any of us.”

His words were like a soothing salve to my soul, steadying me, lifting a burden I hadn’t even realized I was bearing.

“I dreamed of you being only mine,” he confessed, his voice soft and sincere. “But what matters is that I am one of the lucky ones who get to love you. We all discussed it, and we understand what this is. We don’t see it as something you should feel guilty about. You’re not choosing one of us over the others, Jazzy. We’re a team. You don’t have to worry about that.”

His words struck me like arrows, piercing through my doubts and making my heart swell.

“We all know you’re our mate. And let’s be grown-ups here; we knew there would be sex. We just didn’t know if you’d ever want to try something with all three of us together.”

A blush crept up my cheeks, and I turned away, taken aback by the thought. I allowed myself to entertain the idea for a moment, and it felt like pure bliss.

“I hadn’t thought about that,” I admitted.

Sebastian laughed, his chuckle warm and welcoming. “Just as it’s new to you, it’s new to us too.”

His honesty made my heart flutter in the most wonderful way, and I felt my cheeks heat up as I realized how much these men loved me.

“So, you’re really okay?” I whispered, seeking that final affirmation.

Sebastian chuckled softly, the sound resonating within me. “As long as I get my turn,” he teased, his blue eyes darkening with a hint of desire.

I laughed, a wave of relief washing over me, but his expression shifted to something deeper—something that took my breath away.

Sebastian wasn’t just okay with it. He was patient, understanding—and ready. Ready for me.

“You don’t even know, do you?” he murmured, leaning in so close that his breath brushed against my lips. “How breathtaking you are, inside and out. You walk around thinking you need to be more, but you’re already everything, Jazzy. You always have been.”

The honesty in his words moved me. Tears welled up again, but this time from the overwhelming feeling of being seen, of being loved in a way that surpassed anything I had ever known.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” I whispered, my hand resting on his chest, feeling the steady, comforting rhythm of his heart beneath my palm.

“You’ll never have to find out,” he vowed, his forehead gently pressing against mine. “Because I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always be by your side, Jazzy. Always.”

That was all the confirmation I needed. I bridged the tiny distance between us, my lips finding his in a kiss that started off gentle, unhurried, and thoughtful, relishing his taste, his reaction as if he had been yearning for this moment longer than I could fathom.

Sebastian’s hands drifted down to my waist, drawing me nearer. His touch was a blend of softness and firmness. His self-control was evident, the way he held back, always allowing me to set the pace, always ensuring I was comfortable, ensuring I felt secure.

“Sebastian…,” I whispered against his lips, the intensity of his feelings enveloping me like a comforting blanket.

“Yes, my angel?” he responded, his voice a soothing murmur, his lips grazing the edge of my mouth.

“I want this…with you.” My voice quivered slightly, not from fear, but from the gravity of what this signified. This wasn’t merely about physical longing. This was about trust, love, a connection that ran far deeper than anything I had ever experienced.

His eyes darkened with lust, but the gentleness in them remained constant. “Then it’s yours, Jazzy. I’m yours. All of me.”

Sebastian kissed me again, unhurried and thoughtful, cherishing every moment as if it were our last. His hands slipped beneath my robe, his fingers brushing the bare skin of my back, and I shivered at the sensation, a low moan slipping past my lips.

He laid me down gently, his eyes never straying from mine. His touch was reverent.

“You’re my everything,” he murmured, his lips leaving a trail of soft kisses along my neck, down to my collarbone. “You are perfect, Jazzy. Never question that.”

His words soaked into me, wrapping around my heart as his hands roamed my body, each touch sending waves of warmth and pleasure coursing through me.

In that moment, all doubts and fears evaporated. It was just us—two souls entwined in a dance that transcended physical attraction. It was love, pure and profound, a bond that felt unbreakable.

With careful deliberation, Sebastian began to untie the ribbons of my robe. I yielded to him, allowing him to take control, his need to adore me evident in every touch. As he peeled away the fabric, I felt bare yet utterly safe, enveloped in the warmth of his gaze.

He let the robe slide off my body. His firm hands guided the fabric as he undressed me.

I felt the mate bond blazing within my chest, longing for him, craving his touch.

Sebastian’s hands glided up the sides of my thighs, his touch sending shivers and electric jolts, plunging my body into a complete trance of pleasure.

He continued upward, gathering the silk in his path. I sat up just as he was about to pull the nightgown over my head, leaving me in nothing but a pair of lace panties.

Sebastian’s arms encircled my back, sending shivers down my heated skin.

His lips found my neck, and he kissed it gently, trailing a path of kisses, caresses, and shivers, leaving my body awash with pleasure and desire.

He traced the valley between my breasts while his hands stroked the soft skin of my breasts. His thumbs lightly grazed my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure.

Sebastian’s touch was firm yet simultaneously gentle—gentle in a way that was more than a touch; it was a caress. Besides desire, it sent shivers through me to the point that my body was entranced, entranced by him.

Sebastian continued his journey downward. When he kissed my belly, the shiver was so intense that it made my body contort.

He finished undressing me, leaving me completely bare. But I didn’t feel uneasy, not with him. I felt cherished, loved, and desired.

He kissed my belly again as if he wanted to savor the moment as slowly as possible.

Then Sebastian gently ran his tongue over my clitoris, my most sensitive spot. A moan slipped past my lips, and that was like fuel for him to continue.

Sebastian kissed my sex the same way he kissed my mouth. His tongue made circular movements, sending waves of pleasure that made my breath hitch.

It was as if he had all the time in the world. With infinite patience, he made orchestrated movements to pleasure me.

I felt my body heating up, in complete ecstasy, and my hands found his hair, gripping the brown locks between my fingers and keeping him there.

Then, I was swept away by a powerful orgasm, my throaty moans echoing throughout the room.

But Sebastian didn’t pause. He kept his tongue moving over my clit, sucking and teasing, coaxing another climax from me as I cried out again.

Still in the throes of my orgasm, I watched as Sebastian hovered above me. His blue eyes were narrowed, a broad grin on his face from the pleasure he’d just given me. But I wanted—no, needed—more.

“I need you inside me,” I managed to gasp out, tugging him closer by his collar.

Our lips crashed together with a fervor and intensity that was new for us.

I yanked his shirt off while Sebastian worked on the button of his pants.

Once he was completely bare, he scooped me up by the waist and spun me around with ease. He positioned me on his hip, my slick sex against his hard cock, causing me to close my eyes and sigh.

This was my favorite position.

And he knew it.

I leaned forward just enough to guide him to my entrance. I was the one who sank down onto him, taking in every inch of him, letting him fill me in every way possible.

I heard the moans and grunts that escaped from Sebastian, some of them sounding almost animalistic.

I felt the mate bond with Sebastian finally clicking into place, and it was the most incredible sensation I’d ever experienced.

As we succumbed to the desire that had been building between us, I realized this wasn’t just about physical satisfaction. It was about him, about us, about the way he made me feel like I was his entire world.

Sebastian gripped my hips as I moved up and down, letting me set the rhythm. For an alpha who was always in control, relinquishing that control was a big deal.

And it made me feel even more cherished.

I could sense him nearing his climax, just as the pressure in my belly intensified with each thrust.

He shifted me again, just enough to stroke my clit once more, sending us both over the edge together.

And with him on top of me, our bodies slick with sweat in the soft glow of the fireplace, it felt like a dream— a fucking beautiful dream.