Chapter 40
Elowen's POV
I stepped into the Red Wolf bar with Casper and Cassian flanking me, their marks on my neck a constant, thrilling reminder of the unbreakable ties we'd forged. The cool evening breeze faded as we slipped through the staff entrance, ignoring the "Temporarily Closed" sign on the main door. Casper's hand guided me with effortless authority, his touch sending sparks through my skin.
"Good thing we call this place ours," Cassian said, a smirk playing on his lips as his palm rested possessively on my lower back. Casper flipped on the lights, illuminating the empty main floor in a warm amber glow. The bar felt transformed without the usual crowd—spacious and intimate, with shadows dancing across the polished wood floors and leather booths. The air was thick with the scent of oak and whiskey, wrapping around us like a familiar embrace.
"Hungry?" Casper asked, his amber eyes locking onto mine with that piercing gaze that always made my pulse quicken. He nodded toward the kitchen. "Jake prepped everything before he left."
We moved to the kitchen, and soon we were seated at a corner table, plates of seared steaks and glasses of rich red wine in front of us. The food was perfect—juicy and flavorful—but it was their company that truly fed my soul. Cassian had queued up some slow, sensual music on the sound system, the sultry beats filling the space and wrapping around us like a seductive fog. The wine slid down smoothly, warming me from the inside out, but I knew it was their nearness that had my head spinning, their scents mingling—pine and smoke from Casper, earth and leather from Cassian—stirring something primal within me.
As we laughed over the last bites, the conversation flowed easily, but underneath it all, the tension simmered. Casper's fingers brushed mine as he reached for his glass, and a jolt of heat shot through me, making me acutely aware of every inch of my body. Cassian watched us with that intense, ice-blue stare, his eyes tracing the curve of my lips like he was memorizing me.
"Dance with me," Casper murmured, his voice a low rumble that brooked no argument. He pulled me to my feet, his strong arms encircling my waist as we swayed to the music. His body pressed flush against mine, the hard lines of his chest and hips fitting perfectly to my curves. I could feel the heat radiating from him, his scent enveloping me, making my knees weak. Behind me, Cassian observed from his seat, his gaze like a physical caress, heightening the anticipation building in my core.
"You're beautiful," Casper whispered against my ear, his breath hot on my skin as his lips grazed the mark on my neck. That spot pulsed with every touch, a direct line to the deepest parts of me, igniting a fire that spread through my veins. "You're ours."
The word "ours" sent a shiver down my spine, stirring a mix of possessiveness and surrender in my chest.
Cassian stood then, his movements fluid and predatory, closing the distance in seconds. "My turn," he said, his voice a gravelly whisper as he slid his hands around my waist, replacing his brother's. Casper didn't retreat; instead, he positioned himself behind me, his chest pressing against my back, trapping me between their bodies. The sensation was overwhelming—the solid warmth of Cassian in front, the teasing pressure of Casper behind. My heart raced, my skin flushing as their hands explored, mapping out familiar territory with renewed intent.
"Let's take this upstairs," Cassian suggested, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, his words laced with promise. "To the private apartment. I want to make this night unforgettable."
We ascended the stairs, Casper leading the way with his key in hand. The private apartment above the bar was more than just a room—it was a sanctuary, a blend of modern luxury and rustic charm, with leather couches, a small kitchenette tucked in the corner, and a door hinting at a bedroom beyond. Dim lighting cast a golden haze over everything, making the space feel intimate and secluded. "No one will bother us here," Casper assured, his voice thick with desire as he pulled me close, his lips crashing onto mine in a kiss that was all fire and demand.
I melted into him, my hands fisting in his shirt as our tongues danced, the taste of wine and him flooding my senses. Cassian's hands slipped under my shirt from behind, his fingers tracing the curve of my spine, then higher, cupping my breasts with a gentleness that belied his strength. A gasp escaped me into Casper's mouth as Cassian's thumbs brushed my nipples, hardening them instantly. The dual assault sent waves of pleasure crashing through me, each touch echoing in the depths of my being, like ripples in a shared pool of sensation.
I pulled back slightly, my breath coming in short bursts. "It's incredible," I whispered, my voice husky with need. "Feeling you both like this—it's like your desires are mine, and mine are yours. Every touch... it reverberates through me."
Cassian chuckled, the sound vibrating against my neck as he nipped at the sensitive skin. "That's the beauty of it, baby girl. We're connected in every way." His words sank in, amplifying the heat building between us. I could sense their arousal as if it were my own—the way Casper's body tensed with restraint, Cassian's barely contained urgency—fueling my own growing desperation.
Casper's hand ventured lower, sliding under my skirt with deliberate slowness, his fingers tracing the inside of my thigh. I arched into him, a soft moan slipping out as he reached the damp fabric of my underwear. "God, you're soaked," he growled, his amber eyes darkening with lust as he pressed his palm against me, the pressure just right to make me squirm. His touch was electric, igniting nerves I didn't know I had, and through our link, I felt his satisfaction at my response, which only made me wetter.
Cassian's fingers joined in, slipping alongside Casper's, their movements synchronized in a way that felt almost choreographed. One hand teased my entrance through the fabric, the other worked higher, rolling my nipple between his fingers. I threw my head back against Casper's shoulder, my eyes fluttering shut as sensations overwhelmed me. "Please," I begged, my voice a breathless plea. "I need more."
They obliged without hesitation, Casper's fingers finally dipping beneath the barrier, stroking my most sensitive spot with expert precision. The contact was like a spark to dry tinder, setting off fireworks in my mind. Cassian's free hand gripped my hip, holding me steady as they pushed me higher, their touches alternating—rough then gentle, fast then slow—building a rhythm that had me trembling.
Just as I teetered on the edge, a noise from downstairs shattered the moment—the sound of the door opening and footsteps echoing through the bar. "Hey, boss? You up there?" Jake's voice called out, laced with apology. "Sorry to interrupt, but I forgot my wallet and keys!"
Casper froze, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he shielded me with his body. Cassian muttered a curse, his hands reluctantly withdrawing. Frustration and amusement flooded our connection, a tangled mix that made me bite my lip to stifle a laugh. "Stay down there, Jake!" Cassian barked, his voice tight. "We'll handle it in the morning!"
"Sorry again!" Jake replied, and the door closed with a final click.