Chapter 79
Casper's POV
I guided Elowen deeper into the second floor of Pack House, my hand firmly pressed against the small of her back. We needed somewhere more private, away from the party downstairs and all those prying eyes. Drake's bullshit with Cassian was handled, but the echo of our connection lingered, a powerful current between the three of us.
"Here," I murmured, steering her toward a shadowy alcove tucked.
I positioned Elowen with her back against the wall, drinking in how that emerald dress hugged every curve of her body. Her amber eyes were wide, uncertain but hungry. My wolf Leo paced restlessly inside me, urging me forward.
"Tell him, little freckle," I whispered, leaning in to trail kisses from behind her ear down to her collarbone. "Tell your mate what you're feeling right now."
Elowen bit her lower lip nervously, her pulse racing beneath my lips. "But..." she hesitated.
Cassian's voice came through our mental link, commanding yet somehow gentle: "Tell me." Then softer: "Please, Princess. I need to hear it."
I felt Elowen surrender slightly in my arms. Her eyes fluttered closed as she opened herself completely to our connection. "I feel Casper's lips burning against my skin," she whispered, voice trembling. "It's making me dizzy...making me want more."
Our three-way bond deepened as she spoke. My pine and tobacco scent, Cassian's cold ore and roses, and Elowen's honey-vanilla—all mingling in our shared mental space, creating something uniquely ours.
"I wish Cassian would kiss my neck," she continued, her voice growing bolder. "Right over my pulse point..."
I watched the transformation happening in her face—that careful Beta daughter's reserve melting away. This was the side of Elowen I loved seeing—strong, confident, unapologetically herself.
"Cassian may like you all sweet and cute," I thought to myself, "but I love when you're fierce and demanding."
Leo growled approvingly in my mind: Her wolf is taking over. Look at those eyes.
Sure enough, Elowen's eyes flickered with amber-gold light—Juno was becoming more dominant. Her breathing quickened as she unconsciously licked her lips.
I nipped at her earlobe, then kissed down her neck, savoring the little gasp that escaped her. "Tell Cassian what I'm doing to you now," I commanded softly.
Elowen obediently closed her eyes. "He's...kissing from my neck up to my ear," she described, voice shaking with each touch.
My fingers traced the hem of her green dress, urging her to lift it slightly. Elowen glanced nervously toward the ballroom below, where guests still mingled. "Someone will see," she protested, fear and excitement mingling in her voice.
What's happening? Cassian demanded through our connection, his anger now replaced by intense curiosity.
Elowen explained through the link: "Casper wants me to lift my dress, but I'm afraid someone will see us."
"No one will come up here," Cassian assured through our connection, amusement coloring his tone.
I wasn't prepared for Elowen's response. She grinned, eyes flashing gold—pure Juno taking over: "No one except me!"
I stared at her in surprise, locking onto her expression. Holy shit. She looked... different. Bolder. Sexier. Her eyes seemed to glow with newfound confidence.
"Damn right," I nodded appreciatively, feeling my blood start to boil.
Elowen's fingers traced my chest through my shirt as she began describing my touches to Cassian in explicit detail. "His hand is on my inner thigh, Cass... can you feel it through our connection?"
I felt Cassian's tension through our bond. The rigid control he was trying to maintain. "Careful, baby," I warned Elowen. "You're provoking a beast here!"
But she continued her teasing, her voice dripping with newfound confidence: "What's wrong, Cassian? Is Drake still distracting you?"
"You think I give a fuck about that loser?" Cassian growled through our link, his voice dangerous and low.
Elowen's smile widened, Juno's influence transforming her into a challenger: "Then prove it to me..."
"Yeah, prove it," she pushed further, completely taking control of the conversation. "Tell us what you want Casper to do to me next."
"Isn't she incredible, Cassian?" I said admiringly, feeling Elowen's heat radiating through her dress.
"Are you sure you want to play this game?" Cassian's voice came through our connection—deep, dangerous, like ice cracking over a frozen lake.
Elowen smiled smugly. "Tell us, or I'll cut the connection..."
After a moment's silence, Cassian commanded: "Pinch her ass a few times, Casper."
I felt the shift in our mental connection—Cassian created a private channel with me, excluding Elowen: Hard enough that she remembers who's really in control here.
Elowen must have sensed something was happening. Her smug smile faltered slightly. My expression turned mischievous as my hand slid to her ass, ready to execute Cassian's instruction.
"Sorry, baby, you asked for this!" I whispered before capturing her lips with mine, silencing any protest while my fingers firmly pinched her perfect ass, marking her as mine.
Through our remaining connection, I could feel Cassian had completely forgotten about Drake. His thoughts were entirely focused on Elowen now, on exactly how he wanted to make her whimper with pleasure. The balance of power had shifted back to us, and Elowen—both surprised and thrilled—submitted to the change.
I broke the kiss, grinning against her lips. "Next time you challenge us, be careful, little deer."
She looked up at me with wide eyes, her breath coming in quick gasps, those golden flecks still dancing in her amber irises. She'd been bold, but we'd reminded her exactly who was in charge—and from the way she melted against me, one hand clutching my shirt desperately, she didn't mind at all.