7. Violet
7
VIOLET
I wake slowly, feeling more rested than I have in days. As consciousness returns, I become aware of a cold body pressed against my back, a muscular arm draped over my waist. Caine.
Memories of last night flood back, bringing a smile to my face and a pleasant tingle between my thighs. It had been intense, passionate, and his knot. Oh my God! That surprised me, but pleasantly so.
I shift slightly, careful not to wake him, and glance at the clock on my bedside table. It’s late afternoon, but I know I should get up soon to meet Amara for more training. As much as I’d love to stay in bed with Caine all night, and maybe the other two guys as well, I can’t afford to slack off. Not when we’re so close to performing the severance ritual.
Just as I’m about to slip out of bed, Caine’s arm tightens around me, pulling me flush against his chest .
“And where do you think you’re going, snowdrop?” he murmurs, his voice husky with sleep.
I turn in his arms to face him, smiling at his tousled hair and sleepy eyes. “I have to meet Amara soon,” I explain, tracing a finger along his jawline.
He captures my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm. “Five more minutes,” he pleads, a mischievous grin crossing his lips.
Before I can respond, he’s sliding down my body, pushing the covers away. I gasp as his cool breath hits my inner thighs.
“Caine,” I whisper, torn between needing to get up and arousal.
I moan as his tongue finds my clit, and I buck frantically. His tongue is like a cube of ice being run over my hot core, and I need more.
My fingers tangle in Caine’s hair as he works his magick between my thighs. His icy tongue swirls around my clit, sending shivers through my entire body. I bite my lip to stifle a moan, aware that there are students up and about now milling in the hallway outside my room.
“Let me hear you, snowdrop,” Caine murmurs against my sensitive flesh. “I want to know how good I’m making you feel.”
With that, he slides two fingers inside me, twisting them to hit that perfect spot. I cry out, no longer able to contain my pleasure. My hips buck against his face as he sucks hard on my clit, his fingers pumping in and out at a relentless pace .
“Caine,” I gasp.
He murmurs in approval, the vibrations sending me spiralling even higher. My thighs tremble as my orgasm builds. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, Caine gently scrapes his teeth over my clit, and I shatter.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me as I come, Caine’s name falling from my lips like a prayer. He works me through it, lapping up every drop until I’m a quivering mess.
As I come down from my high, Caine kisses his way back up my body. He captures my lips in a searing kiss, and I can taste myself on his tongue.
Without a word, he drives his cock into me, and I pant as he fucks me hard and fast.
Caine’s cock fits like it were made for me, stretching me in the most delicious way. He sets a punishing pace with each powerful thrust.
“Fuck, Violet,” he groans, his voice strained. “You feel so good.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper. My nails rake down his back as I meet him thrust for thrust.
Caine shifts slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts. Suddenly, he’s hitting that perfect spot inside me with every stroke. My back arches off the bed as a new wave of pleasure crashes over me.
“That’s it, snowdrop,” Caine encourages, his pace never faltering. “Come for me again. Let me feel you.”
His words, combined with the relentless stimulation, send me careening over the edge once more. I cry out his name as my second orgasm hits, even more intense than the first.
Caine follows soon after, his hips jerking as he empties himself inside my pussy. His cock pulses, his icy release flooding my core, and his knot expands inside me again, making me scream with pleasure and forgetting about anyone who can hear me.
“Fuck! Does that happen every time?” I pant.
He chuckles. “No, not every time. But get used to it. My cock knows you are my mate.”
My eyes widen. “Mate?”
Caine’s eyes turn guarded as he looks down at me, still buried deep inside. “Yeah, snowdrop. Mate. I told you the first time I saw you that you were mine.”
My heart races at his words. Mate. It sounds so permanent, so intense. Part of me wants to panic, to run from the enormity of what he’s saying. But a larger part - the part that’s been irresistibly drawn to Caine since we met - feels like everything is finally falling into place.
“What about Flint and Thorne?” I ask hesitantly.
Caine brushes a strand of hair from my face. “They are yours, Violet, to do with what you please.”
I let out a shaky breath, trying to process this now it’s been said out loud.
“We’ll take things at your pace,” he adds.
I nod, grateful for his understanding. As the intensity of the moment fades, I become acutely aware of our position, of Caine still inside me, his knot keeping us joined .
Even knowing I have to move; I close my eyes and just feel.
Then my stomach growls, and my eyes fly open.
“You need to feed before you meet Amara,” Caine states the obvious as his knot releases its hold on me. “Get showered, and I’ll meet you back here in ten.” In a flash of icy air, both he and his cane are gone.
“Ten?” I groan. “It’ll take me that long to get to the shower.” My legs are wobbly after all the orgasms, but it’s a nice feeling.
I hobble to the bathroom and open the door, and then I freeze, naked, alone and at the mercy of my sire’s steely glare.