Cass’s Bedroom
Cass’s Bedroom
Tansy
I wake up slowly, a heavy warmth pressing against my back.
It’s still dark, the room bathed in the soft, pre-dawn gray that filters through the curtains.
I’m on my side, and Cass is curled around me, his body a solid, warm wall all along my spine.
One of his arms drapes heavily over my hip, holding me in place.
And he’s inside me.
His hips move in a slow, deep rhythm, a lazy, possessive thrusting that sends little shudders of pleasure through my sleepy body. He’s not fucking me hard, not like he did during my heat. This is different.
This is slow.
Intimate.
His breath is warm against the back of my neck, and every time he pushes into me, a soft groan rumbles in his chest.
My own body responds automatically, arching back into him, a soft breath escaping my lips as pleasure builds, slow and inevitable. I should be scared, or maybe even angry. But all I can do is lie here and take it, my body melting into his as he claims me all over again.
I lift a hand, touching Cass’s hip, and his rhythm pauses for a beat.
He knows I’m awake.
His lips brush against my ear, his voice a low, rough whisper that sends a fresh wave of heat through me.
"Good morning, mate." His other hand slides around my body, palming one of my breasts, squeezing gently.
"You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock.
So tight and wet for me, even when you're asleep. "
Another moan escapes me, and I reach back, my fingers tangling in the short hair at the nape of his neck, holding him closer.
"Do you want my knot?”
I nod, frantically, eyes squeezed tight as the coil in my belly twists.
“Such a good girl for more,” Cass hums. “You always take my cock so well.”
His possessive praise makes my core clench around him, a helpless, eager squeeze that earns a low chuckle from deep in his chest. “Like that,” he moans in approval. Then he shifts his angle slightly, and the next thrust hits a spot inside me that makes my toes curl.
The slow, deliberate drag of his cock starts to feel less like a lazy claiming and more like a focused climb toward a peak. Every retreat leaves me feeling empty, every thrust fills me completely, stoking the fire building in my belly.
Cass’s hand leaves my breast, sliding down the curve of my stomach until his fingers find my soaked clit.
He circles it once, twice, a slow, teasing pressure that has me whimpering into my pillow.
The twist of pleasure in my belly tightens, winding higher and higher with every precise roll of his hips and every skillful flick of his thumb.
My body starts to move on its own, arching back to meet his thrusts, chasing the friction he’s creating.
The pressure builds to an unbearable point, a white-hot tension that demands release.
"That's it," he groans, his voice strains as he feels my body begin to tremble around him.
His grip on my hip tightens, holding me steady for his final, deep strokes.
"Come for me, Tansy. I want to feel you squeeze my knot, milk me for everything I have. Do you understand?” He flicks my clit, making me gasp loudly.
“You're not leaving this bed until I've fucked you full of my cum.” His voice drops to a rough command, and he growls, “Come.”
And just like that, the coil inside me snaps. My orgasm crashes through me, a powerful wave that makes me tremble.
I cry out, my inner walls clamping down around him as pleasure floods my senses.
Cass follows me over the edge with a guttural groan, his hips pressing flush against my ass as he buries himself deep.
His knot swells rapidly, a sudden, intense pressure that locks him in place, catching right behind my pelvic bone and sealing us together.
His shaft pulses inside me, a warm rush filling me as we both shudder in the quiet dark.
Then everything goes still.
For a long moment, the only sound in the room is our ragged breathing, along with the frantic beat of my heart as a wild drum against my ribs.
Cass’s knot is an overwhelming, grounding presence, a perfect, aching fullness that seems to still the frantic energy of my release. I can feel every slight twitch of his cock as he continues to empty himself into me, each one a warm, possessive wave that deepens his scent in the air around us.
Once his orgasm fades, he shifts just enough to drape his heavy arm over my waist, his hand splaying possessively across my belly. His thumb strokes lazy circles over my skin, a stark contrast to the demanding pace he'd just set.
"Mine," he rumbles against the back of my neck, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that sinks right into my bones. Then the alpha presses his face into my hair, inhaling deeply. "You smell like me. Like us. It's the only thing you should ever smell like."
I can't form words, so I just hum, a soft, contented sound that seems to please him.
The frantic energy of the climb has completely vanished, replaced by a bone-deep sense of safety and rightness. I snuggle into his arms and take in the vast room around us.
Cass’s bedroom isn’t the soft, carefully neutral guestroom they tucked me into during my heat. This room is unmistakably his. Big and masculine, anchored by dark wood furniture and clean, solid lines.
The bed is massive, heavy-framed, built to last. Floor-to-ceiling windows stretch along one wall, the glass thick and impressive, letting in a wash of muted morning light without softening the room’s edge.
Everything in here feels deliberate and powerful, and the world outside with all its dangers and demands, ceases to exist.
Here, tangled with Cass, sealed by his knot, I am exactly where I am meant to be.
I let my eyes drift shut, surrendering to the weight of him and the profound peace of being claimed, but then I am jerked out of my peace just as quickly.
A heavy, commanding knock rattles the bedroom door, the sound sharp and unwelcome.
My body trembles, a panicked flinch that sends an uncomfortable ache from deep inside my pussy, where Cass is still lodged inside me.
A split second later, my horror is realized as the bedroom door swings open without another moment's hesitation, framing a tall silhouette against the bright hallway light.
"Hey, Cass," a voice says—Warren's voice. It's clipped and business-like.
Then the room floods with a sudden, harsh yellow light as Warren flips on a lamp, making me flinch again. My eyes quickly adjust, and they immediately find him.
The blond alpha is frozen in place, his hand still on the lamp switch, as he takes in the scene. Me tangled in the sheets, Cass’s possessive hold, and the undeniable scent of sex that fills the room.
I can’t help but lift my head, looking him up and down.
He’s all dressed up for work, wearing a dark suit that fits his powerful frame like a second skin, a crisp white shirt open at the collar. The sharp, clean lines of his frame make him look even more dangerous. More commanding.
His eyes zero in on me, dragging slow and deliberate over every inch of my exposed body. The look in his eyes sends a shock right through me, a deep, electric tingle that has nothing to do with panic and everything to do with him.
He looks so powerful. So strong.
All I want is for him to crawl into bed with us. I want to kiss him, to feel his hands on me, to fuck him right here alongside Cass.
And the raw, immediate intensity of that desire scares the life out of me.
“Cass…I…need…” Warren drags in a deep, audible breath through his nose, then he lets out a low, slow growl that vibrates through the room.
The sudden predatory sound sends a rush of heat rushing through me, making me moan out loud. The room goes silent, and it feels like all eyes fall on me.
Mortified, I scramble to grab the sheets, and a choked gasp rips from my throat.
The movement is a catastrophic mistake.
A sharp, searing pain tears through me as the sudden shift makes Cass's knot pull hard against my inner walls.
"Ah!" I cry out, the sound raw and pained.
I hiss through my teeth, frantic to yank the covers up over my naked body, my face burning with a humiliation so hot it feels branded into my skin.
"Fuck, don't move," Cass growls, his voice laced with fury as his hands clamp down on my hips, his grip like iron. He pins me in place, holding me absolutely still to prevent another agonizing pull.
Warren blinks hard, like he’s just broken out of a trance. "Fuck. I'm sorry, Cass," he says, his voice tight with regret. "I didn't...I should have waited. I'm sorry, Tansy."
"Get out," Cass bites out, the words laced with fury. "Now."
“Right.” Warren doesn’t hesitate. He backs out of the room, pulling the door shut quietly but firmly behind him, plunging us back into a dim, tense silence.
The peaceful aftermath is gone, completely destroyed. My heart is hammering against my ribs, but now it's with mortification and a lingering, sharp ache. I bury my face in the pillow, wishing I could disappear.
A stupid, rational part of my brain screams that my reaction is ridiculous.
After all, Warren is my packmate. One day, he'll claim me just like Cass. I should be used to it, to them. But logic is a distant whisper drowned out by the roaring fire of my embarrassment, and I can't help the way my whole body burns with shame.
Cass's grip on my middle loosens as he presses a soft kiss to my shoulder, his lips a stark contrast to the rage still vibrating in his chest. "It's okay," he murmurs, his voice a low, soothing rumble meant only for me. "I've got you. Breathe."
I try, I really do, but each shaky inhale is still tainted with humiliation. Cass seems to sense it, because he doesn't say anything more. He just holds me, a warm, solid wall of protection at my back.
He nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck, his breath warm against my skin. His lips brush over the sensitive skin of my mating bite, and then he gently nips at it with his teeth.
The effect is instantaneous.