Circus Save Me, page 16
“I’ve kinda gotten used to Harpy,” I admit, my cheeks heating.
He grins at me, making my breath catch at how handsome he is. “Harpy it is. Especially after I heard you grew wings and feathers, just like a real one.”
I groan and drop my head forward, of course, someone told him.
“Well, isn't this cute.” Comes Esme’s snarky voice. I expect Blain to let go of my hand but instead, he squeezes it.
“What do you want?” he says harshly, directing a scowl at her.
She throws me a dirty look and rounds the table, trailing her hand over the wood until she reaches him. Then she trails it along his shoulders and back before sitting next to him, so close they almost touch. He doesn't move away, but he does glare at her.
“I will only ask one more time, what do you want Esme?” he snarls at her, gripping my hand tighter. I see his shoulder shake and the revulsion on his face from her touching him and I have to reign in my anger. Especially after his story, he might not want to admit it, but he is vulnerable. His past, the feelings of being helpless of being used still affect him and I know better than anyone what that is like. So, her touching him when he clearly doesn’t want it has me nearly lighting the bitch on fire.
She lays her hand on his arm, the one I am holding. I tug on my hand, to do what I don’t know, but he grips my hand tighter, refusing to let me go.
“Get your fucking hand off me,” he growls, the warning in his voice clear. His eyes are pitch black at this point and focused on the woman with deadly intent.
“Blain,” She purrs. “Why don’t we send the kid away, the adults need to talk.” She adds a pout at the end for extra effect. I stiffen at the kid comment, so sick of her now.
“No,” he says slowly, his free hand clenching as if to stop his power from emerging again.
“Blain, why are you being like this? I have been nothing but patient with you, waiting for when you were ready to move on with our relationship,” she pouts, actually stomping her foot.
My eyes widen, relationship? He- she- I swing my eyes to him. My stomach drops, and my heart hurts. Which is stupid, I haven't known him that long, and all our encounters have been... Eventful to say the least.
“Listen, you old cow, I don't know where the fuck you got it in your demented head that me and you are in a relationship, or why you insist on hitting on my family continually.” She flinches back, and he lets go of my hand to remove hers from his arm. “You think I didn't notice how desperate you were, trying to get us all in your bed?”
Blain's words from when he met me about looking at all of them makes sense now. He was probably thinking I was going to be another Esme. I watch as he twists her arm, making her face scrunch unattractively in pain. I thought he was an asshole to me when he first met me, that is nothing compared to now.
“I don’t know what you're talking about,” she gasps, tugging on her arm.
“Shut up, I’m not done. I don’t know what your issue with Harpy is, but you need to leave it alone.” He flings her arm at her and she clutches it protectively to her chest.
“You don't even like her!” She yells. “What the fuck is so special about the little bitch that has all of you acting like pussies?”
He goes to answer when a scream rips through the camp. Jumping up, I look around for the source. Blain grabs my hand, making me jump again, I didn't even hear him move but he is at my side now. Looking around, searching for the sound like I am. His body tense and ready to fight if need be.
“Stay behind me,” he growls, before tugging me after him. We round a tent to find Rex fighting two men. One of the camp hands is laying on the ground, his unseeing eyes staring at the sky as blood pools around him.
“Fuck.” Blain mutters, looking from me to Rex.
“Go!” I shout, pushing him towards them. He spins to me and grabs my face.
“Do not move, do not interfere,” he demands before smashing his lips to mine in a soul-searing kiss. When my eyes open, I see him running towards the men.
They must sense they are soon to be outnumbered as they start to back away. A panting Rex matching them step for step.
“This is just a message, we will always keep hunting you freaks!”
A roar sounds and my eyes flicker to Rex in shock. His eyes are orange, like when he uses his powers, yet there are no animals in sight. My eyes drop to his hands to see them change into Fluffy's claws. His mouth drops open slightly as two large fangs descend. Even the attackers stumble in shock before turning and fleeing. Blain tries to stop Rex from chasing after them, but Rex pushes him to the ground. I curl my hands into fists to stop the shaking and ignoring Blain’s advice, I get involved.
“Rex?” I ask, before clearing my throat and repeating his name louder.
He turns to me, his chest heaving, his eyes strange and more animal than man at the moment, but I know somewhere inside is still Rex and he would never hurt me.
I approach him like I would a scared, wild animal. Softly and not making too much eye contact.
“Hey, it's okay. They’re gone, we are safe,” I offer reassurance until I stand before him. Those strange eyes locked on mine. Blowing out a breath, I raise my hand.
“Harpy, don’t-” Blain warns.
I ignore him and rest my hands on Rex’s chest, showing him how unafraid I am of this change. His eyes start to shift back to normal as his breathing slows, but then he falls into me with a pained roar. His eyes flicking from normal to orange as he pushes me to the ground gently and spins, his claws outstretched. I gasp and cover my mouth in horror at the arrow sticking out of his shoulder.
Blain runs over and flings himself over my body, blocking my view. All I can hear is animalistic noises and running feet.
“Blain. Let me up, Rex needs me,” I cry, pushing at his chest, his weight pinning me down to the ground.
“Wait,” he growls, his body protecting me. It goes quiet and eventually, Blain sits up. He looks around before offering me his hand. I accept it and get to my feet, looking around frantically. Rex sits on the ground, his back to me as Jesse looks at the wound.
“Is everyone okay?” I ask, running to Rex’s side, my hands fluttering over him helplessly. I look at Jesse, his face locked in concentration. I have never seen him this serious.
I wait nervously as he patches Rex up. Nixon and Alcide go around the camp checking on everyone as Jesse, Blain, and I help Rex to his tent and get him to rest.
Once he is laying on his front, I lean down and run a gentle kiss over his forehead. His eyes close peacefully as a hand lands on my shoulder.
“Come on, Firecracker, you can stay with me tonight. Nixon is coming to watch Rex,” Jesse murmurs.
I nod and stand up. Blain has disappeared but that doesn’t surprise me. Jesse and I make our way through the camp, more alert than before. It’s not until we are in his tent that I start to relax.
Jesse is quiet as we get ready for bed and when he slumps on the edge and puts his head in his hands, I start to get worried.
“Jess?” I call, I see him twitch but he doesn't look at me. Stepping closer, I stop myself from touching him in case he doesn’t want that. “Jess?” I try softer.
“I was useless, god, how can I protect you when I couldn’t even protect my brother?” He yells, gripping his hair and yanking. I’ve never seen him like this and I bite my lip before deciding to just go with it.
Kneeling before him, I uncurl his fingers from where they abuse his hair and take his face in my hands.
“You are not responsible for what those nut jobs did. You did your best to help everyone and I have never doubted that you could protect me. Plus, I can protect myself.”
His eyes beg me to tell him the truth, right now he looks like a scared child or someone who just got the rug ripped out from under them. I know the look all too well. He needs someone - he needs me. Standing, I straddle his lap, facing him, making sure he can’t try to escape my truth.
“I was so scared, I didn’t know what was happening. I thought I could lose you all.” I cup his face again and make him meet my eyes, “You were amazing Jesse, the way you took charge. The way you helped Rex. You’re amazing,” I finish breathlessly. When I realise how close we are, my cheeks heat. Before I can move away, he grips my hips to hold me on his lap.
We stare at each other and I throw caution out of the window, he needs me right now and he was there when I needed him. That’s what family means, so if I have to overcome my shyness and take charge, I will.
I bring my lips to his and softly kiss him, showing him how much he means to us - to me. I worship him the only way I know how.
He doesn’t respond at first, frozen in shock in my arms, before finally his hand drifts up and grips the back of my head and he deepens the kiss.
He stands up and I wrap my legs around him automatically.
He turns us around, our lips still locked, and lays me on the bed. He follows me down, his body pressing into mine as we breathe each other in.
“I need you,” he whispers, searching my eyes. I cup his cheek and bring his face to mine.
“I’m yours,” I whisper back before kissing him again.
We take our time, making sure it’s perfect. Now that we both have agreed, there is no hesitation. Just our lust and need for each other.
His hands trace down my sides, making me shiver before they slowly push my top up. We only break the kiss to pull it over my head and I lay bare before him, not even a bra on. My cheeks heat and I try to fight the need to cross my arms and cover my breasts. The only thing stopping me is the adoration in his eyes and the fire raging there.
“You're so beautiful. No, that’s not enough. You are perfect.” I grin as he bumbles, the usually smooth charmer lost at the sight of my bare skin.
“Your turn,” I pant.
He sits up and quickly drags his shirt over his head, baring his chiselled chest to me. He is smaller than Rex and Nixon but no less defined and my eyes are drawn to his abs. I have the strangest urge to lick them, and then I think, what the hell. Leaning forward, I trace a path with my tongue along the lines of his abs.
“Rhea,” he moans as I lay back, propping myself up on my arms and watch his reaction. As he drinks me in my nipples pebble for him, similar to when I am in my diamond form.
He grins before leaning into me and licking a path up my stomach and between my breasts. He blows air on where he just licked making me shiver again.
“You are wearing too many clothes,” he murmurs before reaching down and tugging at my pants. I freeze for a second, the move so similar to the attack the other night.
“Rhea, you okay? We don't have to do this? Did I do something wrong?” He asks nervously.
I breathe out and let myself go pliant, reminding myself it’s Jesse and he would never hurt me.
“I’m fine, honestly.”
He looks at me like he is thinking of moving away, so I wrap my legs around his waist, making him bite his lower lip.
“Please Jesse, I need you.” And it’s not a lie. My stomach is clenching, and my pussy is throbbing. The lust running through my body. He obviously makes up his mind, reaching down and flicking open his pants. I drop my legs and let him stand. He drops them to the floor, completely naked. I swallow hard as I look at him. He called me perfect, but it is definitely the other way around. There isn't an inch of fat on his body and he looks like he was made from stone. Even his cock, which stands at attention between his legs, has me licking my lips and clenching my thighs together.
I can sense his nervousness and I decide to try and ease it, I lift my butt and shimmy out of my trousers and panties, leaving me bare.
I hear him inhale before he comes to stand over me.
His nervousness seems to fall away as he drops to his knees on the bed, his curls falling into his face as he kneels above me.
“I want to touch you everywhere, taste you.” He groans, his hand trailing along my rib and circling my breast.
He leans down and blows on my nipple before licking around it. Biting my lip, I arch my chest, needing more. He grins against me before sucking the nub into his mouth, making me cry out. I raise my hand and grip his hair as he nips and sucks before turning to my other nipple, giving it the same treatment.
“Jesse, please,” I cry, making him lift his head.
“I want to taste you,” he murmurs before dropping tiny kisses down my stomach and swirling his tongue around my belly button. When he reaches my pussy, he doesn’t hesitate, but I have my thighs clamped shut in embarrassment.
“Let me see you, Firecracker.” He says before prying them open. My cheeks heat as he stares at me, his tongue running along his plump bottom lip.
I let out a whimper as he runs the back of his knuckles along my seam before spreading me open to his gaze. He looks back up at me. “I bet you taste sweet.” I can’t even reply as he lowers his head and licks the path his hand just took, tasting me, driving me wild.
My thighs fall further open as he tongues my pussy like he did my mouth. All hints of reservation fall away as I reach down and grip his hair, my head thrown back in ecstasy.
He licks around my nub as his fingers play at my entrance, fire races through my veins. I’ve never felt so alive, so in control and sexy at the same time. He worships between my legs and has me crying out as my stomach clenches in a powerful orgasm. It’s not my first, but it is my first with someone else. He looks up from between my thighs, a wicked smile on his lips as my juices coat his chin. Without hesitation, I grab his face and pull him up my body, he surrenders to me and crawls up until we are face to face.
He searches my eyes, his lighting with lust and tenderness.
“I’m crazy about you, Firecracker, I’m so glad we are going to be each other's firsts. I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else.”
“Me either,” I whisper, and it's the truth. As much as I like the other guys and want them as well, there has always been a connection with Jesse. Maybe it’s because he was the first one I met, the first to see me as I am. Maybe it’s because no matter what, he is always there, or maybe it’s just because I know he wants me as much as I want him.
He leans down and kisses me gently as he lines up his cock at my entrance. I tense but he washes it away with his gentle persuasive kiss until I am putty in his hands again, panting from need. He pushes in, inch by agonizing inch until I feel a slight discomfort as finally he breaks through the last of my innocence. He stops then, staring at me in wonder as he shakes above me from the effort of staying still. Once the momentary pain is gone and I start to adjust to his size, my pleasure floods back and I need him to move. I wrap my legs around his waist and encourage him by thrusting slightly. We both gasp as he closes his eyes.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last long, Firecracker. I know that’s not what you want to hear but with tasting you and feeling how tight you are for me...” He groans and drops his forehead to mine. We breathe each other in as he starts to move inside of me, slow purposeful strokes, driving us both higher and higher until we are moaning.
It’s slow, loving, and perfect as the orgasm surges through me again and we cry out together, staring in each other’s eyes.
When our breathing slows he moves off me so as not to crush me, I have to bite my lip to stop from crying out as he slips from me. He curls up next to me, watching me with a new softness to his expression.
“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asks worriedly.
I grin before shaking my head. “No, it was perfect. Thank you.”
He grins and kisses my shoulder before laying his head on me. We lay like that for a while, both lost in our own world.
Jesse’s head is heavy on my chest but comforting in a new way. Our bodies are still sweaty and right now I am more relaxed than I have ever been. He mumbles in his sleep and kisses my shoulder before burying his head again. I smile at the cute gesture and finally close my eyes. I know tomorrow will be hard, Alcide will have a lot to say about what happened with those hunters, but maybe he was right. If we are to protect our family, we need to be more. We need to become the freaks they accuse us of being. We need to embrace our powers.
I wake up and languishly stretch across the bed, for a moment forgetting the events of the night before. I enjoy the feeling of the sheets on my bare skin as I roll onto my side, smiling as the heat of another body presses up against me. Wait. I don’t usually sleep naked.
My eyes shoot open and I remember the night before. The fight, the dead stagehand, and Jesse afterwards. We had sex. I bite down on my lip, trying to stop the happy smile that is threatening to take over. It may not have been perfect, but it was our first time and I’m glad that we experienced it together. Besides, we have plenty of time to work on our, ahem, technique.
Jesse shifts his weight and pulls me closer to him, our bodies pressed together. Just thinking about last night has my cheeks heating and my arousal growing. I turn my head and look over my shoulder. Jesse is still sleeping, his soft hair curling around the pillow. He looks so peaceful, I almost don’t want to wake him up. Almost. I don’t just want to wake him up and ask for sex though, how would that make me look?
An idea forms in my mind and I find myself biting my lip again as I think through my plan, nerves butterflying through my stomach. I’ve heard that guys like this, and the guys in Cinders were always making lewd comments about girls doing it. Pulling on my metaphorical big girl pants, I press back into Jesse’s body again. I can feel him against me, semi hard already as he sleepily grumbles. I gently pull from his arms and shuffle down the bed, being careful not to wake him in the process. I run my hand down his chest before it comes to rest on his cock. I run my hand up and down it experimentally, watching him shift in his sleep. Before I chicken out, I lower my lips and place them around his length, taking as much of him as I can into my mouth. Sucking slightly, I bring my mouth back up, before sliding back down, my teeth scraping gently along him as I take him a little further into my throat. Jesse groans and I immediately sit back, worried that I had hurt him.
