Cassidy #4
“Oh, fuck, I’m getting close,” he grunts. “Can you come again, moonlight? Can you let me feel you coming for me?”
I nod frantically, already feeling the pressure building again as he doesn’t stop. My body is still tingling from my first orgasm, and the second one is cresting fast.
It should be impossible how well he plays my body.
“Yes, please,” I gasp, clutching at his shoulders.
His fingers move faster on my clit, and I feel my muscles clenching, torn between overstimulation and desperation.
Fuck, I can feel him pulsing, his knot brushing against my entrance, begging to be let inside.
My body arches, pushing him deeper as his knot swells, catching at my entrance. The sensation is overwhelming—too much and not enough all at once.
“Please,” I beg, my voice cracking. “Please, Si, I need—I need more.”
“Trust me,” Silas growls, his voice thick with desire. “I’ve got you.”
He shifts his hips, angling himself differently, and the next thrust sends sparks of pleasure racing up my spine. My eyes roll back as the orgasm crashes through me, pulling his with me.
“Cassidy,” he gasps, his voice breaking as his knot swells, locking us together. “Fuck—mine—you’re mine—”
The feeling of his knot stretching me only drags the waves of ecstasy out, and I have no idea whose teeth sink into the other first. Mine are buried in his neck, sinking deep into his scent gland as his are piercing my breast, much lower than Harlan’s did.
The bond ignites, white-hot, and I feel it in every nerve I own. I feel Silas’s soul intertwining with mine, his emotions pouring into me—love, devotion, fierce pride.
I’m still riding it out, everything in me singing that the bonds are finally whole. I don’t know how long the two of us are suspended in this perpetual bliss, but eventually, the intensity fades, leaving us both breathless and trembling.
Silas collapses beside me, carefully manoeuvring us so that I’m cradled against his chest, his knot still locked inside me. His breath is hot against my ear, his heartbeat thundering beneath my cheek.
“Are you okay?” he murmurs, his hand gently stroking my hair.
I nod against his chest, unable to form coherent words.
My body feels like liquid, completely boneless and sated in a way I’ve never experienced before. The bond between us pulses warmly, connecting me not just to Silas but to every member of our pack.
I’ve never felt so complete, so utterly at peace. The warmth of Silas’s body against mine, his steady heartbeat beneath my ear, the gentle strokes of his fingers through my hair—it all creates a cocoon of safety I’ve been craving my entire life.
Silence settles around us, broken only by the occasional creak of the old house as it cools against the winter morning and the steady rhythm of Silas’s breathing.
Contentment hums through the new bond, spreading out until I can feel all four of them settle into something steady.
My fingers trace absent circles against Silas’s chest. Every so often, his hand drifts through my hair, smoothing it away from my face with absent-minded affection.
“Comfortable?” he asks softly.
“The comfiest.”
“I thought as much, moonlight.” He brushes a kiss to my forehead. “You’re perfect.”
I tilt my head up to look at him. “Why do you call me that?”
I shiver, and Silas frowns, grabbing the duvet to pull it up over us. I smile, snuggling under the blankets, making sure not to move too much, as I don’t want to hurt Silas.
His knot fits so snugly inside me, a little thicker than Evander’s and Harlan’s. The stretch is everything.
Silas is like a furnace, keeping me warm, but he’s all chiselled and toned, so he’s not soft. I love his heat—but I also need squishy, which is where the blankets come in.
He raises a brow at me lazily. “Call you what?”
I adjust so I can look into his eyes, and he immediately reaches over to brush the fallen strands of hair out of my face.
“Thank you.”
I don’t need to get my arms out of my little cocoon of warmth now.
“You’re welcome, moonlight,” he murmurs, brushing a gentle kiss to my nose, before lying back down properly.
Winter sunlight comes through the window, gold and lazy, settling over both of us.
I’m so happy right now. My body entirely sated, as four strong bonds hum inside of me, each one complementing the other.
“That. Moonlight. Why do you call me that?”
“It’s a nickname. The others have one,” he says, and I grin at him.
“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” I tease. If I wasn’t so cold, I’d smooth out his frown. “You don’t need to deflect to try and distract me.”
He sneers, but it’s playful and gives me the sweetest butterflies. “I don’t deflect. If you want to know, I’ll tell you.”
“Only if you want to share,” I counter, scooting back ever so slightly. A moan escapes as his knot tugs slightly, and he grins.
His hand darts out faster than I can blink and grips my chin, tilting my head back carefully. His eyes pierce mine, and the shiver that wracks my spine is one of lust.
How inappropriate.
“What did we talk about earlier?” he asks, and although his tone is firm, it’s not harsh.
“Um, lots of things.”
He shakes his head teasingly. The admonishment is more playful than annoyed. “We talked about how you are more than allowed to ask for something without immediately backtracking like you’re in trouble, or overstepping, or what was your phrasing again?”
I don’t answer, my bum still tingling at the punishment I received for it, and he smirks.
“Oh, yes, being a greedy, selfish omega,” he says. “Now, come back here, so I can tell you exactly what you want to hear.”
My whine is embarrassingly loud—full of desire and need—but Silas doesn’t acknowledge it.
Rude alpha.
Instead, he’s quiet, his fingers tracing lazily along the edge of my blanket as he waits for me to get back to where I was.
I barely moved, but, of course, he noticed.
The moment I’m back in position—maybe closer than before, I can’t lie—he smiles and looks at me once more.
“I call you moonlight because it’s when you’re the most authentic version of yourself,” he says softly. “In the dark, late at night, when there’s fewer eyes around… you drop the mask, you stop pretending.”
“I don’t—”
He places a finger on my lips, and I take the hint, no matter how much I want to argue.
“When the world goes quiet, you stop trying to carry it,” he continues, his voice soft and melodic. “It’s beautiful, and it’s my most favourite version of you.”
“Oh.”
The love that settles in the bond is something I no longer need to put into words. He can feel exactly how much that means to me. Understand the depth of my feelings in a way my words could never explain.
His thumb strokes slowly through my hair again, careful and rhythmic, until my eyes begin to grow heavy.
“You think too much,” he murmurs.
I sigh, blowing out a huff of air, as I let my eyes flutter shut. “I know.”
“It’s one of the things I love about you.”
Warmth blooms through every one of our bonds, so effortless now that it almost feels as though they’ve always been there. I don’t have to wonder whether he means it.
I can feel it. A smile tugs at my lips.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that.”
“The bond?”
“Not really,” I say softly. “The… certainty. I never need to think, never need to doubt. I can feel it.”
Silas hums thoughtfully. “Good. I hope that, one day, you don’t need to lean into the bonds to check, but for now, I’m so happy that you can have this relief.”
I laugh quietly, the sound already thick with sleep. I don’t understand how after sex, I’m ready to sleep for the next however many hours, and yet, the others all seem more energised.
“Rest,” Silas demands.
“I was supposed to be going to work,” I grumble, still half asleep.
“No,” he corrects gently. “You’re not due there until I leave.”
“I’ll be late.”
“You’ll be exactly where Harlan told you to be,” he reminds me.
I can’t even argue with that, no matter how much I want to.
“Close your eyes, moonlight.”
“But—”
“No buts.”
His hand continues its lazy path through my hair, every stroke somehow making the mattress beneath me feel softer.
“You’ve got another hour,” he says quietly. “Let me look after you, okay?”
The words settle somewhere impossibly deep inside me. I nestle closer without thinking, breathing in the black fig and tea and the lingering scent of us. Silas presses one last kiss to the top of my head.
“Sleep.”
This time, I don’t fight it.