Chapter 83 - A Good Girl
Chapter 83 - A Good Girl
During the afternoon, Cassie sought distraction and went with Bart to test Uriel’s new arrows. She had never held a bow and arrow in her life but was excited to learn.
The blonde laughed at her clumsy way; he taught her how to position her body and aim at the trees scattered in the clearing.
Cassie really wasn’t very skilled, and the first twelve arrows didn’t even come close to where she wanted. However, Bart proved to be a good teacher and achieved some results in the end as the sun was setting, and the sky was turning reddish.
“I can’t be that bad,” she said, contemplating the three arrows she had hit in the distant trunks.
“No, you’re not. It was your first time, beautiful.” Bart kissed her cheek and hugged her waist from behind. “If you want to learn, we can train. Mason and Yohan have a space just for that; we usually get together a few times a week.”
The brunette looked at him over her shoulder, interested. She had never done that, but the prospect of finding a new hobby excited her.
“And can I learn to throw some punches too?”
Bart chuckled and kissed the exposed skin of her shoulder, moving her hair away. “You can have anything you want, beautiful.”
The blonde’s husky voice had an incredible power over her. Cassie turned in his arms and wrapped her neck around him, seeking a passionate kiss.
The brunette loved sweet moments with her men; it was always special, even if simple. Bart was always fun, always joking, although he carried a serious side too.
Sometimes, she forgot he was a Lamart because he was so different from his father and brother, more like Matt in his balanced laughter and constant seeking of her touch.
The doctor was becoming affectionate, slowly gaining the courage to initiate some more intimate interaction. The soft kisses in the forest while gathering plants, or the hugs when they met for meals.
Cassie loved every detail of them. The eleven were different from each other, unique, and managed to warm her heart equally.
Bart accompanied her back to the village and left her at the bridge to resolve something at the workshop, promising to meet her for dinner. The blonde sealed her lips, and she waved goodbye.
The brunette walked absentmindedly, contemplating the stream, where the water was running slower due to the winter. As soon as the temperature improved, Cassie could go back to sitting there with Hendrick to talk while looking at the stars, she thought.
She was almost home, already listing everything in the pantry for dinner, when firm hands on her waist stopped her. The hot breath on her ear, the strong chest... Cassie still wasn’t as good as them at distinguishing by scent, but her body relaxed because she knew she was safe.
“Where are you going?” Mason’s voice sounded so close that it gave her goosebumps.
“I was going home to prepare dinner.”
A side smile opened on the beta’s face as he hugged her close to his body. “Great, then let’s go together.”
He wrapped his arm around her and led her. However, contrary to what she imagined, they went to the Kent house, which confused Cassie.
She blinked and looked at Mason, lost. “I thought...”
“This is still your home; it bothers me that I was the reason you moved out. I miss you here, so for today, I’m going to steal you for a bit.”
The change in the beta was evident since they reconciled; the weight Mason seemed to carry on his shoulders was slowly dissolving, and he was becoming increasingly loving — well, in his own way.
His touch was still rough, raw, his eyes demanding and full of promise, but she knew it wasn’t just desire.
With a smile, she shortened the distance between them and wrapped her arms around his neck. “So, what are the plans for dinner? What are we going to cook?”
His irises shifted color before returning to their usual green, and his fingers sank into her waist. “You are dinner,” he announced.
Cassie’s breath caught in her chest, and she looked at him expectantly. Until then, they hadn’t had any intimate contact beyond a few kisses, because Mason always said he would know the right time.
Apparently, that was the time. And she was anxious; there were many promises.
“Are you saying that...”
His rough thumb slid over her soft lips, holding her face and interrupting her speech. “I’m saying I want you, today and now.”
Cassie seemed hypnotized by the simple idea, her mind quickly working through all the possibilities. Mason lifted her into his arms and placed her on the small kitchen table, standing between her legs.
“You’re impregnated with so many scents; you’ve been passed through everyone’s hands, and I can see how much you love it.” He slid his nose across her neck, nibbling the skin calmly, as if savoring.
The brunette moaned, gripping his shoulders. Her brown eyes rolled back at the power of the beta’s voice.
“You’re so comfortable with all these men wanting you that I can smell your arousal all day long. Aren’t you ashamed, Cassie?”
He kissed and sucked the base of her neck, which made her let out a long, needy moan. “I notice you’re not at all. Now you live anxiously for our touches, you want attention and you provoke us. Did you at least remember it was winter when you chose this dress this morning?”
It was a light blue fabric that didn’t go past the middle of her thighs, it had short sleeves and was paired with thick-heeled boots. She looked beautiful, but it wasn’t the most appropriate for the cold.
“I have you all to keep me warm,” she replied provocatively, a smile in her voice.
Mason clicked his tongue and stepped back to look at her face. “You’re being a bad girl, Cassie. What do you expect from this? You’re eager to get caught and get some spanking.”
The brunette’s eyes widened at the idea; she swallowed hard, but didn’t seem opposed. The beta smiled maliciously as he noticed her scent intoxicating the environment. “You want this, don’t you? For me to teach you to be a good girl.”
Cassie opened her mouth a few times, but didn’t find the courage to say it out loud. Her face was red with shame when she nodded, lowering her head to hide from Mason’s penetrating gaze.
He chuckled and grabbed her dark hair, forcing her to look at him. “Uh, don’t be shy, that’s not you. You’re the one parading this body and swaying whenever you can; I’m just going to give you what you want. So, tell me, Cassie, will you be a good girl?”
She blinked a few times, gathering courage and shaking off any shame. “Yes, I will be a good girl.”
Mason smiled and pulled her with a little force, kissing her roughly, dominating her as he pleased, and Cassie let herself be guided.
Mason’s brutality was a stark contrast to all the others, who could be intense and dominant, but never rough. The Kent liked the pain, and he was showing her that she liked it too.
His large hands ran over her defined thighs, lifting her dress to reveal the lace detailed lingerie. Since accepting the bond with the pack, Cassie had adopted the habit of always being prepared. Maybe it was, as Mason said, and she wanted their attention.
The beta let out a low growl at the sight of the delicate garment and slapped her thigh, making her gasp. Watching her reaction with excitement, he gave another one and heard her whimper.
“You like this? When I talk dirty, and I’m rough with you?”
He was provoking her, and Cassie was already wet. She wanted him and was eager for Mason to give her something. Yes, she liked it; she reacted to his impure words with that husky voice, she liked the sting on her skin after a spanking.
“Y-yes, sir.”
They both knew how to play this game, and the way she was needy, she just wanted him to reward her.
“What a dirty kitten. I can feel your scent taking over the house; I’m sure everyone already knows what you’re doing, Cassie.”
She moaned as she was lifted from the table and turned with her torso over the wooden countertop. “You like that, don’t you? That everyone knows who you are. So, scream, let them hear how much you want this.”
Mason gave a few more slaps, making her scream, before uniting them. His touch was like embers on her skin, rough, yet charged with passion. He had no reservations; he just took her as he wanted.
Cassie became a mess, her moans and screams echoing, as she felt Mason’s thighs hit hers. The speed and force made her eyes roll, her mind far away, detached from reality, just enjoying the sensations.
When her body convulsed with the arrival of a great wave of pleasure, Cassie was surprised by teeth sinking into the skin of her shoulder.
Nothing was as before; she felt like she was in a free fall, her body trembling in spasms of pleasure and her mind out of orbit. Mason held her close to his chest, waiting for her to calm down, giving soft kisses on her head.
“Good girl, you did very well, darling.”
Cassie blinked a few times, looking around with heavy eyes, tired. She smiled faintly at the compliment and closed her eyes, falling asleep.
And Mason could only look at the work of art on her skin, marked by his hands, his kisses... but the main one there on her shoulder, still bleeding, would never disappear. He marked her and could feel his wolf leaping with joy.
“What have you done?” Hendrick’s growl sounded through the pack link, making the beta tremble like never before; it was the first time he had heard that tone.