Chapter 38: Thirty Eight

“Say it.” James demanded.

Cassidy looked up at James when he told her to say something. She looked a little dazed, her mind clouded with rising lust and the wolf within her mind steadily trying to push her way into control. “Say what?” she asked softly in a bit of confusion, a little breathless after James had pressed his length to her.

James growled and slowly thrust against Cassidy again, the friction between the two of them making her thighs wrap around his hips a little more tightly. “Say that you are mine.” He coaxed her and lowered his head again to drag his teeth over the same spot of sensitive skin on her shoulder this time.

When James nipped that tiny patch of skin that felt as if it had more nerve endings than her entire body, Cassidy let out a gasp of breath and arched herself up off the bed. The teasing scrape of his teeth shot a pleasurable ripple of awareness through her body that was accompanied by a needy moan. Right on the tail of the sensation James caused came a pulsing, throbbing warmth through her body that quickly migrated and settled in her lower belly as well as the junction between her thighs. Her body wiggled under him and she eagerly ground herself up against James in an effort to relieve the.

Cassidy knew little about mates and mating. She had seen marks pairs would give each other when they were both accepting of each other as mates. Small bite marks usually left on shoulders or necks that was a clear signal of who belonged to who or if someone was taken. She never really paid attention to it when she was a child, but she had seen Jett’s mating mark on his shoulder over the years and would watch him touch the scar when he was especially in melancholy moods. Never did she expect the sudden urge to want to be marked, or in turn, to mark someone else, but the thought was racing through her mind now and she eagerly turned her head to the side, baring her neck to James with a breathy moan, offering up herself to him without saying what he was demanding to her from her lips.

Cassidy’s refusal to say that she was his was met with a low husky growl from James. The wolf was losing patience and his teasing nips became a little rougher and had her breathing heavily underneath of him, rubbing herself against the hard length he had pressed against her. “James… Let me touch you. Please?” she asked in a hushed whisper, lightly tugging her hands that were held by James.

The request from Cassidy to be able to touch James must have taken him by surprise. He leaned up and looked down at her, brows drawn together and his green eyes searching her face as if his wolf was trying to decide if he could actually trust her or not since their previous interactions had been less than peaceful with each other. Cassidy gave another tug of her wrists to remind him of the question and he slowly relaxed his grip on her wrists.

Giving up any sense or idea of control was a big thing for James’ wolf. Giving trust to someone, even his own mate, was difficult. James released Cassidy’s arms without taking his eyes off of hers, tense and waiting for the she-wolf to fight him again. What he got instead, had the alpha shivering in response and growling in a low, pleased tone.

She wasn't sure James was going to release her. Cassidy’s mind was so clouded with a raging sexual desire she wasn't exactly sure she wanted him to let her go but touching him, getting to feel James’ body under her fingers was a need that was driving her absolutely mad. Cassidy had been battling her wolf since she woke up, trying to keep that side of her calm and contained, but every second she was under him, she was losing ground quicker and quicker. Her hands moved down between the two of them once she was free and she grabbed James’ shirt, lifting it just enough so she could slip her hands under the fabric. His skin was warm and smooth, taught over muscles he had worked for over the years with intense training with his own warriors. Cassidy stroked her fingers upwards over his back and up his spine before her nails dug ever so slightly into James’ skin and she drug them down wards in a slow scratch over his back that made him shiver and growl.

It was at this moment, hearing her mate make such a pleased sound, that Cassi lost that war with her wolf and the second half of her soul surged forward to take control. Her wolf had been patient enough. She had been tortured and shown kindness by her mate and through it all, the wolf had been downright angry at James. She had wanted revenge on him as much as the human side of her did. Except all of that was changing and swiftly as instincts took over between the two of them.

The two wild souls, both his and her wolves while they were at the helm, stilled and stared at each other. It was a recognition between the two of who they were as individuals and who they were to each other. James brought his for head down just far enough that he could rub it against hers affectionately for a few seconds of time in a tender gesture before instinct started to kick in.

Where the human side and nature of the werewolves were civilized and able to make rational decision despite their current emotional state or whatever amount of stress they were under, the wolf side was indeed much more wild. There were no gray areas or rules for them. They lived in the moment, felt in the moment and acted in the moment. When they were moved to emotion, they felt it strongly and would go at great lengths to act on it and right now, both of the wolf souls were feeling the bond between themselves, that connection growing and rising right along with an uncontrollable lust.

Cassidy had closed her eyes when James’ gave her that moment of tender affection. She soaked it in but as soon as she did, she felt like she almost had when she had gone through her false heat. Warmth rushed through her and she could swear she felt her heartbeat in every inch of her skin. The she wolf initiated between the two of them, Cassidy pulling back and almost playfully nipping James’ lower lip with her teeth, giving the flesh a little tug that earned her another growl as a reward. She ignored the sound, focusing instead on kissing her way over James’ jaw and down his neck, her only focus was finding the matching place to mark on his neck.

James’ wolf was struggling. He was so hard he felt like he was going to split open. He had stopped grinding and thrusting against his she-wolf, holding himself relatively still to keep some kind of control of himself. Something to focus on instead of letting himself go wild. He had spent a brief moment bonding with Cassidy’s wolf before she became playful, tugging and pulling at his shirt while she nipped, kissed and licked down the side of his neck. By the time he was pulling off his t-shirt, there was a sheen of sweat over his skin and he was panting heavily, experiencing the same rush of arousal as she was. James took the moment of removing his shirt to sit back on his heels, his hands settling firmly around Cassidy’s waist while he looked over her.

She was flushed, her honey gold eyes dilated with arousal and focused on him, taking in his body in a slow hungry sweep of her gaze. Her shoulder was a little red where he had nipped her not so gently over the sensitive patch of skin. His eyes were drifting lower to her breasts. Without warning, Cassidy quickly pulled her own nightshirt off with a soft, frustrated sound, her fingers finding the elastic band of his shorts next.

Cassidy took in an eyeful of her mate when he pulled his shirt off and her wolf almost howled her approval. He was a true alpha, the largest in his pack in size and power and it made her hungry for more. She reached for his shorts, gripping the band just as he leaned over her and took one breast with his mouth, the other with a hand. He had sucked her nipple hard, teasing and flicking the flesh with his tongue all the while his other hand squeezed and then found the nipple as well, his fingers clasping and tugging. She was momentarily stunned for a few seconds, all her thoughts hazy as pleasure rocked through her body. She arched upwards in offering, letting out a desperate whimpered moan just as her hips bucked upwards against him. Her voice was rough, husky and didn't sound like her own when she tugged his shorts and whispered his name in a pleading tone.

James gave a little bite to her breast when she said his name, lifting his head and looking down at her with an almost amused expression from her reaction. “Say it…” he commanded with a slow, but firm tug of the nipple he still had in his fingers. “Say that you are mine.” He growled lowly.

“James… No. I- please…” Cassidy said with a soft whimper, lifting her hips up to meet that thick rod he had pressed against her still, her hands tugging the band of his shorts down. As soon as she denied him however, the amusement left his face and his smirk he was wearing quickly faded into a scowl.

“No?” his wolf asked gruffly at her refusal to accept his claim. Was this she-wolf toying with him? She had been so accepting, and now she was telling him no to his claim, but was desperate enough she was trying to complete the mating without it.

Cassidy could have pleaded insanity for saying no, she wasn't sure why what word came out of her lust riddled mind. Her only thought was easing the aching, throbbing heat that was building between her thighs. She shook her head when he repeated no, her hips starting to rock up against him in a desperate attempt to get the message across of what she was wanting. “Please?!” she growled, begging him.

“You want it that bad, baby?” he asked, reaching down between the two of them, pulling her soaked night shorts to the side and letting his thumb slide roughly over her clit, watching as her whole body rose up off the bed in reaction from how sensitive she was.

“Yes!” Cassidy had yelped when he drug his thumb between the wet lips and over her slick nub. Her body jerked and arched before eagerly grinding herself against his hand, panting heavily, her hands gripping the sheets. “Oh gods.. Yes..” She moaned, feeling herself getting wound up tight so very quickly from just a few strokes of the mans thumb. Just a few more…

“No.”