“So fucking good,” he growls, and my clit thrums once again. Ready and needy. His eyes darken, and his pecs flex like he’s fighting for control. The hand on my hip grips me tighter, his knuckles white. “Tell me what you need, Tansy,” he rasps, his voice strained. “Do you want my cock?”
The question hangs in the steamy air, and in that moment, I realize I’m beyond reason.
I’m just a feral thing now.
I don’t give a shit about the consequences. I don’t care about leaving, about going back to school, or about finding my family.
All I want is to be filled and fucked, taken by a powerful alpha with a thick knot.
I look into his dark blue eyes and nod, a single, decisive motion.
The Shower
Cassian
I turn off the water,and the sudden silence in the room is broken by Tansy’s soft, shivering breaths.
Looking down at her cradled against my chest, I take in her pretty face. She’s stunning, even with the fear still lingering in the corners of her dark brown eyes. Her cheeks are round, she has a slight, stubborn curve to her nose that I find myself wanting to kiss, and pouty lips that beg to be nipped.
My gaze drifts lower, taking in her soft, wet curves. Big tits and plush thighs that I can’t wait to feel wrapped around my waist.
Her body was made for an alpha’s hands.
Tansy shivers, and a moment later, I feel another glorious wave of her hot slick dripping out of her pussy and onto my thighs. The scent and feel of it, sends a jolt straight through me.
My powerful alpha instincts to claim her, to mark her as mine, surge with a vengeance. I stand. My knee fucking hurts, a grinding fire that shoots up my leg like a hot blade driven straight into the joint.
But the pulse in my cock is stronger, a demanding, primal beat that drowns out everything else.
I start toward the bedroom, each step sending a fresh jolt of fire through my knee, but the pain barely registers. A muffled whimper escapes Tansy’s lips as she buries her face against my chest, like she’s trying to disappear inside me altogether.
I can smell her terror in the air.
It’s a cold, sharp thing that has nothing to do with the heat.
It runs deeper, like she’s already braced for me to hurt her.
All I can think about is the stark fear in her eyes when I first slipped a finger inside her. It should have brought relief, but all I saw was terror. Like she was taught it would hurt. Like pain was what she expected.
The realization settles in my gut like ice, and the rage that follows burns slow and deadly.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” I whisper as I lower her gently onto the soft bedding.
My hands linger on her soft skin, and for a second, I see the fight in her eyes give way to something else, something vulnerable. But the second my hands lift from her body, she scrambles to the other side of the bed, teeth bared like a cornered animal. Like she’s ready for a fight.
Her violent reaction isn’t shocking, but it does break my heart.
She was definitelyhurt.
But I don't react, don't give her the aggression she's expecting.
Instead, I sit down on the edge of the bed, moving slowly so I don't startle her. I shift back, resting my spine against the headboard and propping my bad knee up with a pillow.
Tansy watches my every move, her body still coiled tight. Her snarl slowly falls away, replaced by the most confused look on her face, as if she can't comprehend why I'm not attacking her.
“What are you—” Tansy’s words are cut off as a violent tremor racks her small frame.
I smell it.
