Cassie
Climbing off the desk I grimaced as a sharp stinging pain needled through my private parts. In the throes of passion, I hadn’t felt any pain. There had been nothing but pleasure and need but that was gone now.
Quickly replaced by shame.
Hastily I yanked up my pants, straightening my clothes back over my body and reached for my chair. I fell into it.
What had come over me?
I had felt lust before but nothing like that. Nothing so overwhelming and I didn’t even know his name or what he looked like. He had said he would come back to me but that was the worst possible thing he could do.
Leaning forward I dropped my head into my arms. I
Could never see him again. I was married to the prince. Trapped for life with a man I had never met. What had happened today could never happen again no matter how much I wanted it to.
Above my head, the lights burst into life and I threw up a hand to protect my eyes from the brightness that blinded me. Dizziness washed over me, nausea rushed up my throat and I had to swallow it down.
“Are you sick?” The voice was feminine and familiar but not friendly.
My eyes still screwed up. I stared at my mother's doctor. The only other wolf on staff. It should have made us friends but Megan had never been a friend to me.
“No.” Forcing myself to sit straight I smiled. “No, I am fine.” I lied. “I just had a dizzy spell.”
“I bet you did.” A knowing smile spread across her hard face as she eyed the desk in front of me. “Today is a special day for you after all.” She giggled. The sound grated on me but then everything Megan did annoyed me. If I didn’t need her to take care of my mother I wouldn’t speak to her at all.
“What are you doing here Megan?”
“To work.” She pouted like even saying the words disgusted her. “Obviously. Why are you here on your special day Cassie?”
Frowning, I began to clear my desk. Straightening the picture frames and paperwork that had been scattered in my minutes with my mystery man. It gave me time to think of what to say and I needed every second.
“You sent me a message, remember.” I reminded her. “Saying you couldn’t work so I came in.”
Thick lashed eyes narrowed as she smirked at me. God, I hated her.
“Work.” She giggled as she glanced at the desk. Her nostrils flared and I knew what she was smelling.
Sex.
It clung to the room. Thick and heady and unmistakable.
“Is that what you are calling it, Cassie.” She laughed even harder and I blushed scarlet.
“Well If you are here.” Not wanting to spend another minute in her company I pushed my way out of my seat. “Then I’m going to head home. You’re right I don’t feel great. Can you ring me if anything changes with my mom?”
I asked the same thing every day but I knew deep down that nothing would change. My mother was comatose. In a coma for so long that she might as well have been dead. It was machines that kept her alive. Machines and me because I couldn’t stand to be alone in the world without her.
It was selfish and I knew it.
Megan’s lips curled up in a sneer. “Sick.” She rolled her eyes just like I had done earlier that day. “Of course you’re sick. You get yourself home, you poor thing.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm. “But you might want to cover the bite marks on your neck.” She called out as I reached the doorway. “Because it looks very much like you’ve been doing something you shouldn’t have been doing Cassie.” She winked like we were two girlfriends sharing a secret. We weren’t friends at all and it frightened me that she knew what had gone on only minutes ago. If she told anyone. My life would be over.
“I don’t know what you're talking about.” I didn’t bother to say goodbye. Crossing my arms around
My chest I rushed down the empty hallway towards the parking lot.
All I wanted to do was get home and shower. Shame ate away at me. I had betrayed my vows on the same day I had made them. What kind of woman did that make me?
And if Megan mentioned it to anyone then - I shivered. I couldn’t think like that. If Megan said anything it would be my word against hers. No one had seen what had happened. No one but me and the stranger who I had let make love to me.
There were no witnesses.
No evidence.
My lips curled up in a wry smile. Well, none but the delicious ache between my thighs and the marks on my neck.
All I had to do was get home and clean myself up. Washing any trace of him from my skin.
A wave of pleasure washed over me out of nowhere. Stumbling forward I caught myself on the wall. Breathing heavily through my nose I closed my eyes.
It was like my memory was making me relive the pleasure. A little orgasm just by remembering.
I’d never heard of anything like that before.
Finally, I straightened. I had to get home and clean myself up. I had to forget this had ever happened.
I had to.
But I didn’t want to.
I didn’t want to wash him from my body and I sure as hell didn’t want to forget him.
Not ever but what other choice did I have? I could never see him again.
This had to be nothing more than a memory, a little act of rebellion. Maybe a tiny bit of a fuck you to my father if i was honest with myself.
Because I was mated to the heir of the Lycan king and I had a feeling that he didn’t share.