In Grason’s Arms #2
Hanging over his shoulder, I look around the small bathroom while he turns on the shower.
The light over the mirror is overly bright, stinging my eyes. The blaring white fixtures are stark against the pale blue walls, making the whole room feel clinical and cold.
My vision blurs when Cass moves me toward the floor, but the moment his arms leave me, I panic.
A fresh wave of agony and lust crashes over me, and I claw at his arms and chest, trying to force my way back into his embrace.
“No!” I snarl, then hiss as a cramp makes my abs spasm.
Cass holds me still on the bathmat with one powerful hand flat on my hips. He tugs my shirt off, the rough material finally gone. Then he takes off my underwear, peeling the soaked fabric from my thighs.
Once I’m completely naked, Cass picks me up bridal style. The second my bare skin touches his, my panic settles. The frantic, clawing need to get back to him is soothed by the solid, unyielding heat of his chest.
I’m exactly where I need to be.
Moving slowly, Cass steps around a glass partition into a long walk-in shower.
Cool water hits my overheated skin, soaking my hair with a shocking relief that makes me gasp.
Cass sits on a built-in stone bench along the wall. His hard cock pokes at my hip as he adjusts me on his lap, angling his bad leg away from the direct spray of the water.
Then he begins to clean me.
The alpha’s hands are everywhere. In my hair, on my arms, skimming over my thighs and chest. His fingers caress my slick flesh, lighting me up with a current of pure need.
“That’s a good girl,” he praises me when I tip my head back, letting the water run over my face. “Let your alpha take care of you.”
I want to scream that he’s not my alpha, but I’m too lost in the way he’s touching me. It feels good and weirdly safe, like he actually cares if I enjoy this or not.
“Such a pretty omega.” Cass’s thumbs brush over my nipples, and my clit throbs in response, the tight peaks aching. He doesn’t linger, his hands moving down to my stomach, and my legs part ever so slightly all on their own.
My mind screams at the betrayal, confused and scared by my body's automatic response.
"Like that, Tansy.” His hands slip down, hovering just above my mound. “Open up for me, gorgeous.”
The praise for my body's surrender is the final insult, and I snarl at him, a weak, pathetic sound.
Cass pulls his hand back, and I immediately pout, arching my back to bring him closer. The push and pull of what my body needs and what my mind wants is fucking exhausting.
“It’s okay, Tansy.” Cass leans down, angling his head into the spray of the water so it runs in rivulets down his face and neck.
I can't help but notice how handsome he is, the water creating a mist around his face that softens his sharp edges.
His dark blue eyes look deep into mine, and for a moment, I'm lost in their intensity.
The water slicks his dark hair back, highlighting the silver at his temples and the strong line of his brow.
“There’s no shame in giving your body what it needs,” Cass whispers, his fingertips slowly tracing my belly button. “I want to take away your pain. Will you let me?” He licks his lips, and a sudden, startling urge hits me. I wish he’d kiss me.
It's a horrifying thing to want, and I'm fighting it with everything I have, but I'm losing all control.
And he knows it.
Gritting my teeth, I suck in a deep breath, determined to tell him to fuck off, but then a fresh cramp of pain sears through me.
It’s not just in my belly. It’s a deep, grinding ache that radiates through every joint in my body, from my ankles to my jaw.
Even the backs of my eyes throb with a sickening pressure.
A rush of slick pours out of my pussy in a hot, humiliating gush that soaks Cass’s lap.
This is it.
I’m dying, my body tearing itself apart from the inside out.
“Omega?” Cass’s voice drops to a rumbling purr. “Do you want me to take your pain away?”
I can’t fight it anymore. I can’t fight him or myself.
Disgusted and exhausted, I finally nod.
Cass sucks in a deep breath, clearly pleased with my answer. Then he moves his hand down between my legs.
The second his fingers brush my clit, a jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure shoots through me. The searing agony in my joints vanishes, replaced by an instant, dizzying relief.
Cass doesn’t press hard, just touches me in teasing little swipes, his calloused fingertips a delicious friction against the swollen bundle of nerves.
He’s building the pleasure up inside me, each pass of his fingers stoking the fire higher, chasing away the last of the pain until all I can feel is him.
“That’s right,” he purrs as my legs part a little more. “You want this, don’t you? You want to feel better. To be a good girl for your alpha.”
I want to growl and curse him, but instead, a lewd sound pulls from my chest.
Cass’s mouth pulls into a little smile as he watches my reaction to the torturous flick of my clit.
“I love the sounds you're making,” he praises me.
“Spread those thighs." He knocks my legs further apart with his elbow, a proprietary, demanding gesture that makes my inner walls clench.
“I want to feel that pussy flutter.” Then, he slides a single finger inside me.
I instantly freeze up at the intrusion.
Fear lances my chest, sharp and cold, as the memory of the last time an alpha touched me like this rises up like a ghost.
Pain, shame, and disgust all slam into me at once, and I’m overwhelmed with the sudden need to cry.
I’ve spent fifteen years hating the idea of being touched, suffering every heat alone because the idea of inviting anyone else into my bed was terrifying.
But Cass is being so careful with me.
Even right now, he hasn’t moved a muscle. He’s staring at my face, waiting for me to breathe.
“It’s okay, Tansy,” he whispers, his finger completely still inside me. “I’m not going to hurt you, sweetheart.”
I’m nodding for some reason. The motion makes a single hot tear leak out of the corner of my eye, rolling into my wet hair.
“It’s okay.” He leans down and kisses my forehead, then my eyes and cheeks, his lips a gentle, warm pressure against my skin. “You’re so brave, Tansy. So fucking brave,” he murmurs as his mouth brushes softly against mine. A careful, gentle kiss. “You’re safe.”
Slowly, my body starts to relax, the tension in my muscles unwinding as he kisses down my neck.
He takes his time, nuzzling his nose against my scent gland.
The feeling is electric, a deep, primal sense of safety that I've never known. It’s as if he’s not just smelling me, but claiming me, and for the first time, the thought doesn't send me into a panic.
It feels…good? Safe?
It doesn’t make sense, and right now I don’t care.
My arms lift on their own, circling Cass's neck and holding him closer, needing more of that feeling. He laps at my skin, then scrapes his pointed fangs across my neck. The dangerous, thrilling sensation makes me moan, and my hips lift, grinding against his hand in a silent plea for more.
“That’s it,” Cass murmurs against my throat, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "Ride my hand. Fuck yourself on my fingers, show me how badly you need to come." His words are crass and soft at the same time, winding me up even more.
I do as he says, rolling my hips and squeezing my eyes shut tight, chasing my own pleasure. But it’s not enough. His single finger doesn’t give me the depth and scratch my body needs.
My fingers curl into the back of his neck as a frustrated whimper escapes my lips.
“Do you need more?” he asks, his breath hot against my ear. “You want another finger, sweetheart?”
I quickly nod, unable to form words as he pushes a second finger into my needy pussy. It’s a delicious kind of pressure, a satisfying stretch that makes me gasp.
Then he moves, fingering me deep and slow, curling them until he finds the spot that makes my body tremble.
“There it is,” he purrs when I moan loudly.
My hips begin to move with him, the rhythm both frantic and fluid.
It’s all so wonderfully intense and lush and fucking wild.
His thumb finds my clit, circling it with a precision that steals the air from my lungs.
"Please," I gasp as I claw at the back of his neck. I’ve never felt so raw and feral before. "Alpha, please."
"Please what?" he growls, and the vibrations against my sensitive skin makes me shudder. He nips at my earlobe, a sharp, possessive bite. "Tell me what you need, omega."
"I…I…need…" I sob, my fingers tightening in his hair. "I need to come…” My words bleed into a wild moan as Cass pushes a third finger inside me.
He pumps them in and out, a wild rhythm that builds my pleasure to a painful peak. His thumb finds my clit again, and this time, he doesn’t tease. He rubs hard, fast circles, pushing me toward the edge.
All I can do is feel and take what he’s giving me.
“Tansy,” Cass says my name with intense authority. My eyes fly open, staring right into his. "Come for me, omega. Now."
And that’s all it takes.
The coil snaps.
My orgasm rips through me, a violent, shattering wave that steals my vision and my breath. I cry out, a broken, desperate sound, my body arching and convulsing against him as the pleasure floods every inch of me, washing away the pain and leaving me trembling and weak in his arms.
I’m limp, filled with a dreamy, floating sensation as the aftershocks ripple through me.
Cass waits until my inner walls stop fluttering, then he slowly removes his fingers from my body. The emptiness that returns is almost painful.
He brings his hand to his mouth, and my eyes widen as he licks his fingers clean, his gaze never leaving mine. The possessive, primal act makes my pussy clench around nothing.
“So fucking good,” he growls, and my clit thrums once again. Ready and needy. His eyes darken, and his pecs flex like he’s fighting for control. The hand on my hip grips me tighter, his knuckles white. “Tell me what you need, Tansy,” he rasps, his voice strained. “Do you want my cock?”
The question hangs in the steamy air, and in that moment, I realize I’m beyond reason.
I’m just a feral thing now.
I don’t give a shit about the consequences. I don’t care about leaving, about going back to school, or about finding my family.
All I want is to be filled and fucked, taken by a powerful alpha with a thick knot.
I look into his dark blue eyes and nod, a single, decisive motion.