Cass’s Office
Cass’s Office
Cassian
I’m in my office, door shut, laptop open, skimming through emails I’ve already read twice.
It’s not that I don’t trust Warren. I do. He’s more than capable of running things. But he’s been running himself ragged lately. It’s a lot of work for one alpha to do alone. That, and old habits die hard. I like knowing exactly what’s moving through our businesses, even when I’m sidelined.
Especially when I’m sidelined.
My knee throbs faintly under the desk, a dull reminder to take it easy. I ignore it and flag a message to follow up later when my phone starts ringing.
Jimmy.
I sigh once through my nose, trying to decide if I want to answer it.
Jimmy is…exhausting. The young alpha is always hovering, and he talks way too much. He’s not a bad kid, but he’s way too fucking eager. Half the shit he calls me about should go through other people, but he clearly craves my approval.
But I’m feeling generous, so I decide to answer my phone.
“Yes?”
“Hey, boss,” Jimmy says, too upbeat. “Man, it’s good to hear your voice.”
“What’s going on?” I ask, hoping he’ll get right to the point.
Jimmy laughs, a little breathless, like he’s been waiting a while to talk to me. “I’m just checking in. Seeing how you’re doing.”
“I’m fine,” I say, then go quiet, letting the silence hum over the line.
“That’s good, uh….yeah,” he stutters. “Warren said you were practically good as new,” he says quickly. “So are you back yet or what?”
“Not yet,” I tell him. “We claimed an omega. I’m focusing on bonding. Warren’s holding things down.”
There’s a beat of silence on the other end, then an audible grin. “Damn. Good for you, boss. That’s big.”
“It is.” My voice comes out a little clipped, but I really want to get some work done so I can get back to Tansy and Beck. Last I saw, the pair were snuggled up in the living room, getting ready to watch a movie. “Do you need anything else?” I ask, trying like hell to sound polite.
“Yeah.” His voice comes out a little too loud. “I actually have some information. Stuff Warren asked for. I can send it to him, or if you want eyes on it first—”
“Send it to Warren,” I cut in gently.
“Got it. Yeah. Of course.” He pauses, then adds, “I’ll forward it now.”
I hear the tapping on his end, a rush to be useful. A second later, my inbox pings, and agitation cuts through me.
“I said to send it to Warren,” I say.
“Yeah, I sent it to both of you.” He lets out a nervous laugh. “Just in case.”
“I’ll let Warren handle it.” I close my laptop; the sound is sharper than it needs to be.
Jimmy is still on the line, breathing on the other end, waiting for something.
“Do you need anything else?” I ask, quickly growing impatient.
Jimmy clears his throat, then starts rambling, “Listen, man. I just wanted to say what happened to you was shit. Getting shot like that. It’s bullshit that you didn’t get a chance to make things even with Caleb.
I still can’t believe he fucking died of a heart attack, but your pack would have been solid if things hadn’t worked out.
I mean, Warren is one hell of an alpha. He would’ve—”
“Okay, Jimmy,” I interrupt him again. “Thanks for calling. Next time, reach out to Warren directly.”
“Okay. I’m glad you’re doing good, and if you or Warren need anything—”
“I know where to find you.” Then I end the call before he can say anything else
Letting out a tired sigh, I set my phone aside. I roll my neck once, then reach for the stack of papers in front of me, squaring them against the desk before flipping them open again.
I’ve already read them twice this morning.
Tansy Payten
Her name sits along the top in a clean black font. I skim down the page, eyes moving automatically over the details I already know by heart.
Parents: William (Pack alpha),
Daniel (alpha), Ken (alpha), Renee (omega)
Siblings: Robert Payten (alpha)
There’s a note beneath her brother's name that says he lives across the country.
Presented as an omega at thirteen.
Education: Danvers Academy
I scan Tansy’s list of accolades, achievements, and certifications. Academic excellence. Behavioral compliance. Community involvement. All the things that look impressive on paper but say very little about who someone actually is.
Then my eyes catch on a single line at the bottom and stop.
Advanced Ballet. Trained since age eight
I fucking love ballerinas. There’s something so innocent and sexy about them.
Leaning back in my chair, I rest the papers loosely in my hands as I picture my omega’s long legs and the graceful way she moves through a room. Her soft curves that hide so much discipline underneath. Her balance and restraint.
I imagine her dancing.
I picture her in the traditional uniform. Skin-tight leotard, tights, and a fluffy tutu; her hair pulled back in a severe, sleek bun. My imagination takes over, and I see her moving through a dance studio on tiny pink shoes with ribbons around her ankles, her movements fluid and graceful.
In my fantasy, the tight fabric of her uniform squeezes her curves in all the right places. Her big breasts are crammed into that little outfit, the fabric struggling to contain them. They look heavy, trapped, ready to spill over the neckline at the slightest misstep.
Tansy’s face flushed a deep, pretty pink and dewy with sweat, dripping down her temple and sliding along her throat.
She looks so vulnerable, undone by her own exertion, and it makes my mouth water.
My cock swells, thickening rapidly as I keep picturing all that lush softness wrapped in tight spandex. It’s a potent mix of high-class elegance and raw, physical femininity, and it’s driving me fucking crazy.
My cock jumps and I toss away the papers, then I shove my hand down past the elastic waistband of my gym shorts. Desperate to come, I wrap my fingers around my shaft. I start to jerk myself off as my imagination goes wild.
I close my eyes, and I see myself shove Tansy against a mirrored wall, her breath fogging up the glass as I rip the unitard off her plush body. The fabric tears easily, exposing her soft, sweaty skin. Her big tits spill free, bouncing and heaving with her panting breaths.
I grab them, squeezing hard, and she gasps, her eyes wide and wild. I don't waste time. I unzip my pants, freeing my cock, and slam into her. She moans loudly, soaking wet, her pussy gripping me like a vise.
My cock twitches in my hand as I fuck her hard in my mind, my hips slapping against Tansy’s ass with brutal force. Her tits bounce with every thrust, and I lean in, biting her neck, marking her.
Before I know it, my hips buck up off the chair, fucking into my fist way too fast as I stroke myself, imagining the soft sounds that come out of my omega’s throat, and the feel of her flesh beneath my teeth.
I squeeze myself tight, hissing through my teeth as the pleasure spikes, sharp and demanding. I’m getting into a rhythm, chasing relief, when the sound of heavy footsteps thunders down the hall, cutting through my fantasy.
Warren and Grason.
“Fuck,” I curse softly as I shove my hard cock back into my gym shorts, but it’s a struggle. The bastard is fully erect now, thick and demanding, and it creates a massive, unmistakable tent in the thin fabric.
There is no hiding it.
The heavy footsteps stop right outside my door, followed by a sharp, singular knock before they push it open without waiting.
I scoot closer to my desk, dragging the chair forward.
I hunch my shoulders, using the edge of the desk to shield my lap, but I can feel the elastic pulling tight against my swollen head.
“Hey.” Warren steps in first, Grason right behind him. They both pause when they see me at the desk, papers stacked neatly, laptop closed.
“Everything okay?” I ask, eyes moving between them.
“Yeah,” Warren says immediately.
“Totally fine,” Grason adds at the same time. “Tansy and Beck are finishing a movie in the living room.”
I look at them for a beat, not sure what they want.
Warren messes with the collar of his dress shirt, then gestures at Gray with his hand. “You can go first,” he offers.
Grason shifts his weight, suddenly a lot less intimidating than his size would suggest. “Yeah. I was wondering if I could take Tansy out for a walk.” He smoothes his hand down his crisp white tee.
“Beck mentioned to me last night that she hasn’t seen our gardens yet.
I thought she could use some fresh air.”
My eyes narrow, because I know exactly what Grason is hoping will happen. “You're going to take her out to the greenhouse, aren’t you?”
Grason shrugs like he hadn’t thought of that yet, but I know better. “The bees are hibernating this time of year,” the tall alpha says, pretending not to notice the look on my face. “And it’s getting warm out. I figured she might like it.”
I hold Grason’s gaze for a second longer, keeping him on edge. He looks like he might explode waiting for me to answer. “You know the rule,” I say finally. “You don’t touch her unless she touches you first.”
Grason’s eyes widen a fraction. He lifts his hands immediately, palms out. “I’m not trying to make any moves on her. At all. I want to show her the property.”
“I’m serious,” I say, tone hardening. “I respect that both of you have been patient so far, but Tansy has to stay in control of who touches her and when.”
“I know,” Grason says quickly. “I promise, I’m not trying to corner her or anything like that.”
Warren exhales through his nose. “Probably for the best anyway. Fucking her against a beehive seems like a bad idea.”
Grason snorts before he can stop himself. “Like you didn’t already fuck her in the pantry.”
Warren straightens instantly. “I did not fuck her.”
“Yes, you did,” Grason says, deadpan. “I heard you two in there kissing during Cass’s first physical therapy session.”
“Yeah,” Warren snaps, clearly offended. “I kissed her. That’s it.”
“That’s enough,” I cut in, and both of them shut up immediately.