Even right now, he hasn’t moved a muscle. He’s staring at my face, waiting for me to breathe.
“It’s okay, Tansy,” he whispers, his finger completely still inside me. “I’m not going to hurt you, sweetheart.”
I’m nodding for some reason. The motion makes a single hot tear leak out of the corner of my eye, rolling into my wet hair.
“It’s okay.” He leans down and kisses my forehead, then my eyes and cheeks, his lips a gentle, warm pressure against my skin. “You’re so brave, Tansy. So fucking brave,” he murmurs as his mouth brushes softly against mine. A careful, gentle kiss. “You’re safe.”
Slowly, my body starts to relax, the tension in my muscles unwinding as he kisses down my neck. He takes his time, nuzzling his nose against my scent gland. The feeling is electric, a deep, primal sense of safety that I've never known. It’s as if he’s not just smelling me, but claiming me, and for the first time, the thought doesn't send me into a panic.
It feels…good? Safe?
It doesn’t make sense, and right now I don’t care.
My arms lift on their own, circling Cass's neck and holding him closer, needing more of that feeling. He laps at my skin, then scrapes his pointed fangs across my neck. Thedangerous, thrilling sensation makes me moan, and my hips lift, grinding against his hand in a silent plea for more.
“That’s it,” Cass murmurs against my throat, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "Ride my hand. Fuck yourself on my fingers, show me how badly you need to come." His words are crass and soft at the same time, winding me up even more.
I do as he says, rolling my hips and squeezing my eyes shut tight, chasing my own pleasure. But it’s not enough. His single finger doesn’t give me the depth and scratch my body needs.
My fingers curl into the back of his neck as a frustrated whimper escapes my lips.
“Do you need more?” he asks, his breath hot against my ear. “You want another finger, sweetheart?”
I quickly nod, unable to form words as he pushes a second finger into my needy pussy. It’s a delicious kind of pressure, a satisfying stretch that makes me gasp.
Then he moves, fingering me deep and slow, curling them until he finds the spot that makes my body tremble.
“There it is,” he purrs when I moan loudly.
My hips begin to move with him, the rhythm both frantic and fluid.
It’s all so wonderfully intense and lush and fucking wild.
His thumb finds my clit, circling it with a precision that steals the air from my lungs.
"Please," I gasp as I claw at the back of his neck. I’ve never felt so raw and feral before. "Alpha, please."
"Please what?" he growls, and the vibrations against my sensitive skin makes me shudder. He nips at my earlobe, a sharp, possessive bite. "Tell me what you need, omega."
"I…I…need…" I sob, my fingers tightening in his hair. "I needto come…” My words bleed into a wild moan as Cass pushes a third finger inside me.
He pumps them in and out, a wild rhythm that builds my pleasure to a painful peak. His thumb finds my clit again, and this time, he doesn’t tease. He rubs hard, fast circles, pushing me toward the edge.
All I can do is feel and take what he’s giving me.
“Tansy,” Cass says my name with intense authority. My eyes fly open, staring right into his. "Come for me, omega.Now."
And that’s all it takes.
The coil snaps.
My orgasm rips through me, a violent, shattering wave that steals my vision and my breath. I cry out, a broken, desperate sound, my body arching and convulsing against him as the pleasure floods every inch of me, washing away the pain and leaving me trembling and weak in his arms.
I’m limp, filled with a dreamy, floating sensation as the aftershocks ripple through me.
Cass waits until my inner walls stop fluttering, then he slowly removes his fingers from my body. The emptiness that returns is almost painful.
He brings his hand to his mouth, and my eyes widen as he licks his fingers clean, his gaze never leaving mine. The possessive, primal act makes my pussy clench around nothing.
