Chapter 20
Cassian's POV
I kicked open the heavy oak door of the Packhouse, my arms tight around Elowen. Her body burned against mine, her skin hot and slick with sweat. The hallway lights hit her face, showing red cheeks and wild eyes. She twisted in my grip, her fingers digging into my racing suit, pulling at the zipper like she wanted to tear it off. "Stop that," I said, my voice low and sharp. I scanned the empty corridor, my ice-blue eyes catching every shadow, making sure no one saw us.
Elowen's breath came in short gasps. She murmured nonsense, her words slurred and broken. "Cassian... why... so hot..." Her hands kept moving, brushing my chest, and I felt my body react. I pushed down the urge rising in me, focusing on getting her to my room. I used my shoulder to shove the door open and laid her on the deep blue bed sheets. She curled up for a second, then stretched out, her legs spreading wide, her chest rising fast.
I stood there, staring down at her. Her amber eyes locked on mine, unfocused and hungry. "Stay still," I ordered, my tone commanding like an Alpha's. But she sat up fast, her hands fumbling with my suit again. "Why... this thing... so tight..." She yanked at the zipper, exposing my skin.
I grabbed her wrists, holding them firm. "Enough." The word came out rough, my fingers pressing into her soft flesh. I smelled the chemical tang mixed with whiskey on her breath, and anger hit me hard. Sarah's face flashed in my mind, that bitch thinking she could mess with what's mine. I pushed Elowen back onto the bed gently, but she fought it, her body arching up.
Her skin felt like fire under my hands, and I pulled away quick. "I'm going to the bathroom. Don't move." I turned and headed there, stripping off my suit as I went. The cold water hit my face like a slap, cooling the heat in my veins. I scrubbed hard, trying to wash away the images of her touching me, the way her body called to mine. My cock twitched, demanding attention, but I ignored it. I couldn't think straight with her out there.
I wrapped a towel around my waist and stepped back into the room. Elowen had stripped off her top, lying there in just her bra and jeans. Her eyes lit up when she saw me, and she smiled that dazed smile. "Casper... you big tease." She sat up and cupped my face, her fingers tracing my wet hair. "Why'd you leave me? And Sarah... she's such a bitch."
Rage exploded in my chest. I froze, my muscles locking up. "I'm not Casper." I gripped her hands, pulling them away. My eyes turned that deep ice blue, the wolf in me stirring. "Look at me. I'm Cassian." Every word bit out, full of the jealousy burning inside.
She blinked, confused, her gaze not focusing. "What... you're saying... good... kiss me." Her hands slid down to my towel, tugging at it. "I need... fuck, I'm burning up." She kicked off her jeans, leaving her in just underwear, her legs parting slightly.
I held her down, my hands on her shoulders. "Answer me. Do you like Casper?" The question ripped out of me, raw and demanding. I needed to know, right then.
She shook her head, then nodded, her eyes half-closed. "Don't know... you guys are assholes. I hate you. Fuck!" Her voice cracked, mixing anger and want.
I let out a harsh laugh, but it hurt. "You're a mess, you know that?" I stood up, ready to walk away, but she grabbed my arm, her nails digging in. "Don't go... kiss me. I want your cock... now." The words hit me like a punch, straight and crude, making my blood rush south.
I turned back, my eyes narrowing on her. "Have you fucked Casper?" I leaned in close, my breath on her face, my voice a low growl.
She shook her head again, her cheeks flushing deeper. "He... kitchen... made me feel good," she mumbled, words breaking apart. "But I want you... inside me." Her hand reached for me, brushing my towel.
A dark satisfaction filled me. "Good." I pushed her back onto the bed, my body covering hers. "Because I'm taking you first." I spread her legs with my knee, feeling her heat against me. My cock pressed hard against the towel, aching to be free. "Spread wider," I commanded, my fingers hooking into her underwear and pulling it aside.
She moaned, her hips lifting. My voice, deeper and rougher than my brother's, seemed to cut through the fog in her mind. Her eyes fluttered, focusing on my face for a brief moment of clarity. "You're... Cassian," she whispered, recognition flickering in her amber eyes. "Yes..." Her voice was breathless, the drug still coursing through her system.
I kissed her hard, my tongue pushing in, tasting the whiskey and something wild. My hand moved between us, touching her wet folds, feeling how ready she was. "You're mine," I whispered against her lips, my fingers sliding inside her. She gasped, her body tightening around me.
"Fuck, you're tight," I said, my voice rough with need. I worked my fingers faster, watching her face twist in pleasure. "Tell me you want this."
"I do," she panted, her hands clawing at my back. "Don't stop... please."
I pulled back just enough to yank off the towel, my cock springing free, hard and throbbing. I positioned myself at her entrance, teasing her with the tip. "Say it again. Who do you want?"
"You," she cried out, her legs wrapping around me. "Cassian, fuck me."
I thrust in deep, filling her completely. The sensation hit me like a wave, her warmth gripping me tight. I moved hard and fast, my hands pinning her wrists above her head. "This is how it's going to be," I grunted, each thrust driving my point home. "You're not for Casper. You're for me."
She moaned louder, her body meeting mine with every push. "Oh God... yes... harder."
I obliged, my pace relentless, my breath hot on her neck. Her breasts bounced with each movement, her nipples hard against my chest. I leaned down and bit her shoulder, marking her skin. "Mine," I repeated, feeling the wolf in me take over.
As I felt her tighten around me, her body shaking with release, I let go too, spilling inside her. We collapsed together, both breathing heavy, the room filled with the scent of sex and sweat.
I rolled off her, pulling her close. "Don't forget this," I said, my voice still possessive. "You're staying with me."