I lift a hand, touching Cass’s hip, and his rhythm pauses for a beat.
He knows I’m awake.
His lips brush against my ear, his voice a low, rough whisper that sends a fresh wave of heat through me. "Good morning, mate." His other hand slides around my body, palming one of my breasts, squeezing gently. "You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock. So tight and wet for me, even when you're asleep."
Another moan escapes me, and I reach back, my fingers tangling in the short hair at the nape of his neck, holding him closer.
"Do you want my knot?”
I nod, frantically, eyes squeezed tight as the coil in my belly twists.
“Such a good girl for more,” Cass hums. “You always take my cock so well.”
His possessive praise makes my core clench around him, a helpless, eager squeeze that earns a low chuckle from deep in his chest. “Like that,” he moans in approval. Then he shifts his angle slightly, and the next thrust hits a spot inside me that makes my toes curl.
The slow, deliberate drag of his cock starts to feel less like a lazy claiming and more like a focused climb toward a peak. Every retreat leaves me feeling empty, every thrust fills me completely, stoking the fire building in my belly.
Cass’s hand leaves my breast, sliding down the curve of my stomach until his fingers find my soaked clit. Hecircles it once, twice, a slow, teasing pressure that has me whimpering into my pillow. The twist of pleasure in my belly tightens, winding higher and higher with every precise roll of his hips and every skillful flick of his thumb. My body starts to move on its own, arching back to meet his thrusts, chasing the friction he’s creating.
The pressure builds to an unbearable point, a white-hot tension that demands release.
"That's it," he groans, his voice strains as he feels my body begin to tremble around him. His grip on my hip tightens, holding me steady for his final, deep strokes. "Come for me, Tansy. I want to feel you squeeze my knot, milk me for everything I have. Do you understand?” He flicks my clit, making me gasp loudly. “You're not leaving this bed until I've fucked you full of my cum.” His voice drops to a rough command, and he growls, “Come.”
And just like that, the coil inside me snaps. My orgasm crashes through me, a powerful wave that makes me tremble.
I cry out, my inner walls clamping down around him as pleasure floods my senses.
Cass follows me over the edge with a guttural groan, his hips pressing flush against my ass as he buries himself deep. His knot swells rapidly, a sudden, intense pressure that locks him in place, catching right behind my pelvic bone and sealing us together. His shaft pulses inside me, a warm rush filling me as we both shudder in the quiet dark.
Then everything goes still.
For a long moment, the only sound in the room is our ragged breathing, along with the frantic beat of my heart as a wild drum against my ribs.
Cass’s knot is an overwhelming, grounding presence, aperfect, aching fullness that seems to still the frantic energy of my release. I can feel every slight twitch of his cock as he continues to empty himself into me, each one a warm, possessive wave that deepens his scent in the air around us.
Once his orgasm fades, he shifts just enough to drape his heavy arm over my waist, his hand splaying possessively across my belly. His thumb strokes lazy circles over my skin, a stark contrast to the demanding pace he'd just set.
"Mine," he rumbles against the back of my neck, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that sinks right into my bones. Then the alpha presses his face into my hair, inhaling deeply. "You smell like me. Like us. It's the only thing you should ever smell like."
I can't form words, so I just hum, a soft, contented sound that seems to please him.
The frantic energy of the climb has completely vanished, replaced by a bone-deep sense of safety and rightness. I snuggle into his arms and take in the vast room around us.
Cass’s bedroom isn’t the soft, carefully neutral guestroom they tucked me into during my heat. This room is unmistakablyhis. Big and masculine, anchored by dark wood furniture and clean, solid lines.
The bed is massive, heavy-framed, built to last. Floor-to-ceiling windows stretch along one wall, the glass thick and impressive, letting in a wash of muted morning light without softening the room’s edge.
Everything in here feels deliberate and powerful, and the world outside with all its dangers and demands, ceases to exist.
Here, tangled with Cass, sealed by his knot, I am exactly where I am meant to be.
I let my eyes drift shut, surrendering to the weight of him and the profound peace of being claimed, but then I am jerked out of my peace just as quickly.
A heavy, commanding knock rattles the bedroom door, the sound sharp and unwelcome.
My body trembles, a panicked flinch that sends an uncomfortable ache from deep inside my pussy, where Cass is still lodged inside me.
A split second later, my horror is realized as the bedroom door swings open without another moment's hesitation, framing a tall silhouette against the bright hallway light.
