“Be a good girl for me, baby,” I say. “Come so you can take my fat knot.”
“It’s been too long,” she admits, biting her lip. “What if I can’t?”
“Take half of it, and give me the thing you can only give me,” I growl.
Her smile is lopsided and adorable as she gives into me. Rubbing her clit expertly, I listen to her little sounds, edging her until she’s just close enough.
Leaning forward, I bite down on her shoulder, scrambling up onto my knees to fuck and pull her down on my knot.
“Abbott!” Cassidy wails, tears streaming down her cheeks for an entirely different reason as I enjoy the moment of her cunt strangling my knot.
“So fucking good,” I groan. “Just like that. Goddamn, Baby Girl.”
True to my word, the vice of her cunt locking around my cock makes me lose my fight not to come as she clamps down, milking me of every drop of cum.
“Fuck, yes, oh shit!” I yell, my fingers making indentions on her skin.
“Mark me,” she begs, knowing that I am.
“Every day,” I promise her, my knot the only thing plugging my cum inside her as I collapse against the cool tile wall. “I love you so fucking much, Cassidy. If I ever made you doubt that, I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t shut it down the first time you said no,” she sighs, her head on my shoulder. “I can’t move.”
“So we stay like this until someone comes to find us,” I say. I also have to wait for her to release me, and don’t mind being at her mercy. “How are you feeling?”
“My brain feels quieter and happy,” she says. “Thank you for fucking the voices out of my head.”
“Baby, the voices lie. You’re one of the best people I know, and we need you. Don’t ever leave me.”
She nods, but doesn’t confirm either way. It’s okay. I plan to always be there when the voices come crawling out from the dark corners of her mind.
You can’t fucking have her.Cassidy Tremaine will always belong to her pack. It’s up to us to remind her of all the reasons why the world and we need her.
Chapter
Nine
WINTER
This feels oddly normal.I’m curled up in a chair at the island, clean and dressed in a pair of leggings and a tank top while eating a piece of toast. I think this is the most clothing I’ve worn since my aunt kicked us out of her house. She’s my mother’s sister, and was disappointed Mom married Bell’s dad.
A part of me wonders if selling us to Madam Clara was Aunt Matilda’s last ‘fuck you’ to my mother. It’s really too bad I can’t slap the taste out of her mouth and ask her.
A hand covers mine, forcing my mind back to the table. Taking a vicious bite of my toast, I chew it as I glance at Cassidy. There’s a small wrinkle between her eyes, something I’m sure I or Bell put there.
Detoxing off the drugs we were given was hell. I never want to do that again, or to have my stepbrother think I’m that alpha cow. Madam Clara is truly evil, and I am reminded of that every time I run my fingers over my backside.
“Are you thinking sad or murderous thoughts, Winter?” Cassidy asks. “Your scent keeps changing.”
“You can tell based on that?” I ask.
“Even I can tell,” Shiloh murmurs. “It gets spicy when you’re mad and bittersweet when you’re sad. All I can think about is rum and cotton candy now.”
Flushing, I shrug as I drop my toast on the plate. I’m hungry but also want to be careful of what I eat because I don’t want to upset my stomach. It’s like when you have an awful stomach flu as a kid and you’re feeling out what’s a safe food and what isn’t.
It feels wasteful since there’s all this food in front of me, and I make a face at it.
“I know,” Bellamy says. “It’s hard to trust it. Not because of who made it, but because it’s been so long since we’ve eaten real food.”
