Chapter 75 SHADOWS AND PROMISES
Kenna
Nocturne is a club meant only for the elite high-ranked Lycans, the kind who only wear their power like cologne and their secrets like silk gloves. And there was always a single reason whenever I decided to come here.
I step inside wearing a black leather gown that clings to my body like a second skin, heels sharp enough to draw blood…if I needed them to.
My eyes scan the dim room of bodies pressed too close on the dance floor, all the way to the long obsidian bar that stretches like an altar at the far end.
And there he is.
He’s sitting alone at the far end of the bar, his broad shoulders filling out the shirt he was putting on, unbuttoned just enough to show the hard muscles of his chest.
Even in the low light, his presence is unmistakable: huge, perfectly built physique, dangerously handsome. Our gazes lock instantly, and heat runs through me—sharp, familiar, addictive.
Fuck!
The sight of him sends waves of pleasure through me. I don’t smile or wave; instead, I tilt my head once toward the shadowed corridor at the back of the club, then turn and walk.
He follows.
Of course he does.
The small, private room at the end of the hall is soundproofed and lit only by a single dull bulb. The door clicks shut behind him as he steps inside, and the world outside ceases to exist.
“Kenna,” he breathes, his voice carrying something dark and lustful underneath it.
“Cassian.”
In the next second he’s on me—crossing the space in two swift motions. His hand clamps around my waist, lifting me clean off the floor like I weigh nothing. My legs wrap around his hips without hesitation, my back slamming against the wall with enough force to rattle the framed mirror behind me.
Our mouths crash together in an instant, tongues fighting for dominance like we haven’t touched in years instead of weeks. He tastes like whiskey and fury and everything I’ve been starving for.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you so much, Kenna,” he growls against my lips, grinding his hips forward so I feel exactly how much. His cock is already rock-hard, straining against his trousers and pressing insistently between my thighs.
“Every goddamn night I’ve pictured fucking you so bad just to hear you scream my name again.”
I bite his bottom lip hard enough to draw a hiss. “You think I haven’t missed this cock splitting me open? The last time you fucked me, I couldn’t walk straight for two days…I still feel you when I sit down, I still taste you when I lick my lips.”
“I want to split you open with this cock again,” his hands slide under my ass, squeezing with his fingers digging in possessively. “I want to fill this tight little cunt until it’s dripping with me…only me.”
I moan into his mouth, rolling my hips against the thick length of him already standing up in arousal. “Then do it. Fuck me like you own me.”
Cassian doesn’t hesitate for a moment, he’s already trailing one hand up my thigh, sliding under the hem of my dress, fingers brushing the soaked lace of my panties—
I catch his wrist mid-air.
“I came here for a favor,” I begin, my voice steady despite the way my pulse is hammering. Cassian’s expression darkens instantly and he drops me to my feet—not gently. Then he steps back, putting a huge distance between us.
“Don’t,” his jaw clenches tightly. “Don’t you fucking say it.”
I close the distance again before he says anything further. Press my body flush against his, my palms sliding up his chest. “It’s exactly what you think,” I whisper, my lips brushing the shell of his ear.
“But this time I swear to you that it will work…this time Varkos is finished. He’ll finally be out of our lives for good.”
Cassian exhales sharply through his nose, jealousy rolling off him in waves thick enough to choke on. “Why the fuck are you still with him?” The words rip out of his mouth low, venomous. “You don’t love him, and yet every time I see you walk into that fucking villa—“
His hand grips my hair, yanking my head back so I’m forced to meet his burning gaze. “….it takes everything in me not to rip his throat out in front of the entire pack.”
A slow, wicked smile curves at the corner of my lips the moment he says those words—because that raw, possessive rage is exactly what I need right now. I slide my hand down his abdomen, over the hard core of his abs until I reach the zipper of his trousers. I tug it down slowly, watching his pupils blow wide.
“Because I need him gone first,” I murmur, slipping my fingers inside his trousers, then wrapping them around the thick, hard length of him. He’s already leaking at the tip, but I don’t give him time to recover.
I strike once, twisting at the head—it forces a low, broken moan which tears from his throat.
“Fuuuck…Kenna…”
His hips jerk forward involuntarily, chasing my hand. Another moan follows—deeper this time. “Nngh… shit…”
“Ahh….yes, just like that…”
His breathing turns ragged, each exhale punched out in short, filthy bursts. When I twist again, slower, deliberate, he lets out a choked moan.
“Goddamn….fuck….” The words dissolve into a long, trembling groan that vibrates through his chest and straight into mine.
“One last time, Cassian. Help me force that filthy human bitch to steal the Alpha’s seal, and I promise you that once she does…the Council will have no choice but to strip him of everything. And then—“
I begin to speed up the rhythm, pumping him in long, wet strokes, my thumb circling the sensitive underside. “We will finally be together. Forever.”
“This better be the fucking last time,” he snarls, grabbing my wrist—but he doesn’t stop my hand from rubbing his cock. He forces my head up and crashes his mouth down on mine in a bruising kiss.
“You belong to me, Kenna. No one else…not even that son of a bitch.”
I kiss him back just as hard, my tongue sliding against his without giving any space. “I promise that this is the last, Cassian,” I whisper between desperate presses of lips, then I tighten my grip, stroking faster.
“Fuck….Kenna—”
“Tell me you’ll do it,” I breathe against his mouth. “Tell me you’ll help me end him.”
He presses his forehead to mine, his eyes squeezed shut as pleasure mixes with rage. “What do you have in mind this time?” he finally asks, voice dripping to a low, dangerous whisper.
I smile against his lips, stroking my hands much faster on his cock now, a twisting pull that makes his entire body shudder.
“I want you to kidnap someone tonight.”