Cassidy #2
I watch him work, my body trembling with each new wave of cramping. My core is burning, my thighs rubbing together to get some relief as slick soaks through my pyjama shorts.
I can’t focus on anything but the heat building inside me, the ache that intensifies with every passing second.
Isaac’s scent fills my lungs, warm and comforting, and I instinctively breathe him in again, but it’s not enough. Not when it’s missing the biggest thing I need. I need him to feel like I do.
I need him to smell as desperate as I do.
“Isaac,” I whisper, my voice breaking. “Please. I need you.”
He turns to me, his eyes dark with concern. “What do you need, Cass?”
I don’t fucking know.
The words won’t form properly in my mind, everything reduced to primal urges that feel foreign and overwhelming.
“I need—” My voice cracks as another wave of heat crashes through me. “I need you to touch me. Please.”
Isaac moves closer, his movements careful and deliberate. He reaches out, encouraging me to lay back, his hands gentle as they guide me down onto the blanket. Everything feels perfect beneath me now—just the right texture, just the right weight. But my body is screaming for more.
“Isaac,” I gasp, my fingers clutching at his shirt. “Please, I need—I need—”
The words disappear the moment he tugs my shorts down, and the cool air hits my bare, soaked core. My body arches of its own accord, desperate for contact, for relief, for something only Isaac can give me.
“Isaac,” I gasp again, my voice barely recognisable to my own ears. “Please, I need—”
He shushes me gently, his hand coming to rest on my stomach, soothing and warm against my overheated skin. “I know, Cass. I know what you need.”
His voice is steady, and I instinctively lean into it, even as my body trembles with need. I clutch at his arm, pulling him closer, desperate for his weight, his heat, his everything.
His thumb slides between my folds, and I cry out, hips chasing his touch before I even think to move. I clench around nothing and whine, desperate for something to fill the aching emptiness inside me.
He teases me, brushing up and down, skipping my clit and my entrance, trying to drag this out.
I don’t want this dragged out. I need him now.
I’m not in the mood for patience or for foreplay. I want him inside me, filling me, stretching me. I need to feel full.
“Isaac, please,” I beg, my voice breaking as I try to pull him closer. “I need you inside me. Now.”
His eyes darken, and he immediately yanks his shirt off, tossing it somewhere beside the nest before giving me full access to his bare chest. I see my mark on him, my teeth aching with the desire to do it again. He lifts up, pulling his shorts and boxers off, displaying his cock.
Mine.
That’s what I need.
“You need this?” he asks, slowly using his hand to stroke himself, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Yes,” I gasp, my body trembling with need. “Please, Isaac. I need you. I want you to fuck me.”
The words dissolve into a desperate moan as he positions himself between my thighs. His scent surrounds me, clinging to every breath I take, but my body keeps searching for more. I need him in me.
This teasing behaviour needs to go. I can’t stand another second of this.
I grab his hips and yank him forward, forcing him inside me with a desperate cry. The stretch is perfect. My body clenches around him, trying to pull him deeper as I arch up to meet his thrust.
“Fucking hell, shortcake,” he hisses, letting me take control of the rhythm for a moment. His eyes are wide, pupils blown, and his hands grip my hips tight enough to leave marks. “You feel incredible.”
I don’t care. I just need to be full.
My body clenches around him with each desperate movement, but something is missing. I can feel it in the hollow ache that persists even as he fills me completely.
“More,” I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. “I need more.”
He pounds into me, my hips meeting his with desperate force, but still, the emptiness persists. I claw at his back, dragging my nails down his skin as he thrusts deeper.
“I need—” My voice breaks as another wave of heat crashes through me. “I need you to knot me,” I gasp, the words spilling out before I can stop them. “Please, Isaac. I need you to knot me.”
His movements falter for just a moment, his eyes widening. “Cass, I can’t—you know I can’t—”
“I don’t care,” I sob, my hips picking up as he slows, the desperation burning through my veins.
“I need you to breed me, then,” I cry out, the words tumbling from my lips before I can think. “Please, Isaac. I need it.”
His face softens.
“Okay, love,” he whispers, his voice breaking with emotion as he pushes deeper. “I’ve got you.”
I sob as his pace increases, my body arching to meet each thrust.
I’m close. So fucking close. But it isn’t enough.
The emptiness inside me grows with each thrust, a hollow ache that won’t be filled.
“I need—” My voice breaks as tears stream down my face. “I need them. All of them. I need my alphas. My nest isn’t right without them.”
Isaac brushes away my tears with gentle fingers, his expression full of understanding.
“I know you do,” he whispers, his voice steady even as his body moves against mine. “And they’ll be here soon. I’ve called them. But right now, I need you to focus on me. Can you do that for me, shortcake?”
I nod, my breath hitching as another wave of pleasure crashes through me. Isaac’s eyes hold mine, steady and sure, even as his body moves with mine. I try to focus on him, on the feel of his skin against mine, on the way his muscles flex beneath my fingers.
I can’t fucking get there.
My body trembles with the effort of trying, my muscles clenching around Isaac with increasing desperation.
“I need—” My voice breaks as tears stream down my face. “I can’t—it’s not enough. I need them here. Now.”
Isaac’s eyes soften with understanding as he leans down, pressing his forehead against mine. His breath is warm against my lips, and I can feel the restraint in his body as he holds back his own orgasm.
“Someone with a knot will be here soon, I promise,” he whispers, his voice steady despite his own ragged breathing. “I called them the moment I realised what was happening. They’re on their way.”
His words don’t help.
The ache between my thighs intensifies, my body clenching around Isaac’s dick. Nipple play is doing nothing for me, the kissing and biting of my marks not pushing me over the edge either.
I sob, my fingers digging into Isaac’s shoulders as he thrusts deeper, trying to fill the emptiness that’s consuming me from the inside out. My body clenches around him, desperate for something he can’t give me.
“I need a knot,” I gasp, the pain at being stuck on this edge has my entire body trembling.
“I know you do,” Isaac whispers, his voice breaking as he strokes my hair back from my sweaty forehead. “I know, love. I’m sorry I can’t give you what you need.”
My body shudders beneath him, every nerve ending screaming for completion that won’t come. Every time he stops or slows, I keep moving, desperately punishing us both.
He’s perfect, and everything I could ever need, except right now, when my body is screaming for the one thing he can’t ever give.
Fuck, I’m a bitch.
I sob, tears streaming down my face.
“Please,” I beg. “Please, don’t stop.”
Isaac listens, thrusting in and out so hard I’m sure my cervix is going to fucking bruise. Not that I care right now.
I don’t know how long we keep going, my body writhing beneath him. My skin burns, the fever getting much hotter, and my vision blurs. The world narrows to just Isaac and the desperate ache between my thighs that won’t be satisfied.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” I murmur, kissing his bare chest.
Isaac kisses me softly, his lips gentle against mine despite the desperate rhythm of his hips.
“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he whispers, his breath hot against my skin. “Nothing at all.”
The ache between my thighs intensifies with each passing second. I can feel his restraint, loving the way he holds me.
The door to my nesting room opens, and relief floods me before I even see him as dark chocolate and coffee fills the room. Evander smells perfect.
A good balance of him, sexual need, and a deep, primal hunger that makes my body respond instantly. My hips buck upward, my body reaching for him even as Isaac continues to move inside me.
“Evander,” I gasp, my voice breaking.
My alpha moves towards the nest, his movements careful and deliberate. I can see the need in his gaze as he drops down next to Isaac and me.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” he groans, dropping to his knees beside the nest as he looks across my chest.
Isaac’s hips don’t slow, the restraint he’s been showing finally crumbling as he realises he has reinforcements.
“I’ve got you, Cass,” Isaac whispers against my ear. “Evander’s here now. He’ll give you what you need in a minute.”
Evander reaches for me, dragging his scent across my skin as his hand slides along my arm. The dual sensation of the two of them reassures the needy part of me, but it’s still not enough.
I need a knot. I need Silas. I need Harlan.
I need my nest to be complete.
“I need them,” I whimper, my body trembling as Isaac continues his relentless pace. “I need my pack.”
Evander’s fingers trail down my stomach before briefly brushing the scent gland beneath my jaw with his thumb.
“Silas and Harlan are on their way now,” he murmurs, his voice a deep rumble. “Be a good girl for Isaac, Omega, then I’ll take over and give you the knot you’re begging for.”
His words send a shiver through me, my body clenching around Isaac with renewed desperation. The promise of what’s to come—of Evander’s knot stretching me, filling me completely—makes the ache between my thighs intensify.
“Now,” I gasp, my fingers digging into Isaac’s ass cheeks, holding him as deep as I can. “Please, Isa, fill me with your cum. Breed your desperate omega. Fill me. Please.”