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If I thought I’d get away with teasing him just because he hesitated, I was wrong. One hand grips the curve of my hip to grind me down into his lap, while the other covers the nape of my neck, holding me still for ravaging.
The kiss isn’t gentle, the way it might have been ten years ago. And it isn’t anything like Damon’s teasing, flirtatious dance. No, Cassian kisses with ferocity. Some mind-bending, panty-melting blend of unbridled passion and raw strength.
I gasp as his tongue slips into my mouth, rubbing along mine in a forceful glide that liquefies my insides. Fresh slick gathers at the tops of my thighs. When Cassian snarls into my mouth, I know he can feel it.
We kiss until my lips are tingling and his rich hazelnut scent has turned my thoughts into a thick, dizzy soup. Until my legs are shaking, and I can’t help but whine for him, the sound betraying how desperate I am to feel him deeper inside me.
With a roar, Cassian rips me upright, positioning his throbbing cock right against my soaked slit. The touch of his hot, solid length is enough to have me gushing more, mewling just from the heat of his body and mine.
Cass stares at me, his eyes somehow wild and tender at the same time. “Do you want it?” he rumbles, fingers biting into my thighs. When I keen, digging my nails back into the firm flesh of his shoulders, he lifts me straight up, pausing when I’m hovering over his crown. “Do you want me? Like this?”
YES.
I nod, frantic. “Yes, Cass, please?—"
“Knot or no knot?” he asks, wild, green eyes bouncing between both of mine. I start to tell him to knot me as deeply as he can, but my core cinches tight, remembering the pain I experienced in that heat clinic. Cassian reads my answer before I’ve even had time to process it.
“We’ll wait,” he decides, projecting that same smooth certainty that soothes every insecurity.
Gratitude and affection fill my eyes as my forehead falls to his. “Yes, Alpha,” I say again, whispering.
He loves that. Heat shimmers in his irises, his pupils edging the green into a thin band. With the same gruff gentleness he reserves just for me, Cassian kisses me hard and tilts his chin to our laps. “Take it.”
He holds himself still while I lower myself onto his length and moan at the slick, delicious stretch, my inner muscles instantly clamping around his thickness. His chest heaves, vibrating with growls he has no prayer of swallowing.
“Fuck, you feel like heaven. Jesus. Your pussy was made for my cock, wasn’t it, butterfly?”
“Yes, Alpha,” I say again, unable to resist bouncing on him. When he bottoms out deeper than I ever thought possible, I scream, and he goes wild, pumping his hips in the smooth, powerful bursts of a true athlete. Somehow doing all of the work despite my position on top of him.
I can tell he’s close when his pants turn to ragged half-breaths. He grabs my nape, pulling my face to his. “Come here.”
The new position presses his pulsing knot right against the bottom of my buzzing clit. He makes a circular motion one way and then the other, capturing my high-pitched whine with his lips. His tongue slides against mine the same moment my second climax hits, locking my muscles around his girth.
He answers with a deep moan of his own, spurting hotly while he groans into my mouth.
And, you know what?
I take it back.
I should definitely poke this bear way more often.
chapter
twenty-nine
Did you know that being incurably horny makes cardio a hell of a lot easier?
Just something I learned during my home workout this morning, after waking up to an upstairs hallway that was absolutely soaked in the scent of honey-drenched sex.
Tossing a set of thirty-pound free weights onto the rubber mat on the floor of our converted garage, I remind myself that I have a plan here. I want Remi to know how much she means to me—I want to know how much she means to me—before we go there.
I tell myself this is normal. Google even said so. Packs and bonds develop at different speeds.
And Cassian got a ten-year head start. The bastard.
I’m considering another twenty minutes on the treadmill when he comes shuffling into the gym. For the first time in a long-ass time, there isn’t a scowl on his face. In fact, one might even call that a smile. Sort of.
It strikes me that this is an opportunity. It’s been years since we talked as much as we have in the last twenty-four hours. Maybe I can keep the momentum going.
