Chapter 11 Velra #2
Need he’d clearly been curtailing with everything that had happened lately.
Even though I’d been staying at his place, we hadn’t… gotten physical… at least not beyond a soft touch or a brief kiss.
“Let it out too,” I told him.
“You are certain? You are not used to aggressive lovemaking from me.”
I smirked and leaned in, scraping my teeth over his jaw.
A thrill went through me when he released a guttural growl and dug his fingers into my hips.
“Mmm… as you wish, my ferocious queen.”
I saw a spark of his magic directed behind me.
I didn’t get to see what it was because he took me down to the ground.
But then I felt it.
He’d conjured a thick blanket on the snow.
The jarring nature of his movements and the delicious forcefulness of it sucked the breath from my lungs.
“Holy hell,” I choked out as he crawled up my body with a much darker and ravenous air than I was used to from him.
I’d suspected he’d had something like this in him, given that he’d been with Lazriel who’d let the vampire loose on him and fed from him, which he’d really gotten off on. But with me he’d always been so worshipful and gentle. Cautious and wary, I guess. Still safeguarding me, even with that.
But not now. Not in this moment between us. He wasn’t holding himself back now.
I could feel the carnality of it rolling through the Brand, through us.
As he straddled me, his lips brushed over mine, breathing me in, and then he dragged his mouth down my neck, licking and nipping, and making me undulate beneath him.
“Cassius,” I breathed.
His smoldering eyes met mine. “I revel in you uttering my name in rapture, little shadow.”
With a flick of his magic, he stripped my bustier away, and then his mouth was all over my breasts, sucking, licking, and biting frantically.
Sparks of pleasure assaulted me, all of it intensified by the guttural sounds escaping him, and I fisted my hands in his long, blond hair, tugging and stroking all at once.
His wings fluttered wildly behind him and as he sat back with one last lick to my right breast, I stared at the soft ivory with the golden flecks glinting. They were so beautiful, absolutely majestic.
He touched a glowing white palm to his shirt and it disappeared, baring his sculpted, powerhouse torso.
I couldn’t help it, I actually licked my lips in both appreciation and anticipation.
He noticed and grinned, then divested himself of the rest of his clothes, with another spark of magic.
A sexy chuckle escaped him when he saw my eyes widen at the sight of his dick.
I’d seen it before and even had him inside me, but I still wasn’t used to the sight of such a beast. My core clenched and I reached for my leather pants.
Cassius batted my hand away and trapped it down beside my head, earning an excited gasp from me.
He ran his free hand over my leather pants, up my left thigh, then teased my pussy through the leather with wandering fingers.
In the next second, he had my pants gone, and me bare to him, his fingers dragging through my folds over and over.
When he finally dipped two fingers inside, I nearly shot off the blanket, just his hand imprisoning mine keeping me down.
“Ah! Yes!” I cried as he curled them inside me.
I hooked my leg around his hip, then reached up with my free hand and snagged his nape, jerking him down to me.
His mouth crashed down on mine again, thrusting his tongue into my mouth as he pumped harder and faster inside me, his rhythm deliciously brutal. It had me bucking and hooking both legs around him, moving with him, becoming rougher and wilder.
Our tongues dueled fiercely, before he suddenly broke the kiss, and then he dragged his teeth down my body.
“Fuck… ah… hell!”
“That’s right… I can feel you right there… clenching incredibly tightly. Let go, my exquisite beauty. Soak my fingers.”
Holy… his words.
He twisted his fingers, then curled them while scraping deep inside.
It all collided, and bliss ripped through me, making me buck violently beneath him, and come all over his hand.
He pulled it free and licked my taste off his fingers, groaning, his eyes rolling back in his head.
“Magnificent,” he uttered when he was done.
He let my strength overpower his then, allowing me to pull him down to me.
But as I went to chase his lips, I stilled when his wings gathered around me, cradling my head and back, and stroking. The sensation was out of this world.
He lifted my thigh, then slammed inside me, driving so deep in one brutal motion that all the breath shot from my lungs.
He stayed deep, grasping my hip tightly and keeping me right there.
And then he shocked me as his wings flapped, and we were rising in the air.
He was still inside me, and as soon as we got some height, he grasped both my thighs, then started to really move, pounding into me in a fury.
I linked my arms around his neck and rose up, meeting his rough, punishing thrusts, that had me screaming out into the clouds all around us.
Hell, the feel of him inside me, the rough and heady friction, our bodies moving together as we clutched each other frantically, kissed, sucked, and bit… and the air shifting around us as he flew us above the mountaintops… it was awe-inspiring.
It was fucking amazing. He was amazing.
And when we came together… it was nothing short of surreal.
Sharp pleasure hit like a sudden current, and as I screamed out, he cradled my head, holding me steady as he watched me with a sexy reverence while I came apart all over him.
His jaw tightened, his biceps bunching, and then he cursed and filled me.
In the next moment, he shifted his wings so they enveloped me completely, covering my nakedness, and he used his magic to levitate us where we were.
“Mmm,” I murmured, resting my head against his chest.
“Satiated? Or would you like to continue?”
I looked up at him, my fingers splaying on his hard chest. “My warrior angel.”
“Is that what you wish to call me?”
“If you like it. Because that’s what you are—to me. Not their warrior, not the Celestial Plane’s. Fuck them and their madness. You’re a warrior for me, for our foursome, and for all those who need somebody to advocate for them.”
“While I adore why you would call me that, know that you don’t need what I give others, like the Celestial children at Haven Initiative… you don’t need me to fight for you. You are your own weapon, your own warrior.”
With what was coming, I really hoped so.
I must have looked unsure, because Cassius asked, “You are not confident in that after Sorin’s recent attack?”
“I couldn’t even fight back.”
“It was an underhanded sneak attack.”
“And next time could be the same thing.”
“Then we will prepare for such a scenario.”
I frowned. “What?”
“We will train. Here. For as long as you like.”
“Cassius, I don’t know about—”
“Do you remember that day in which you saved my life a few months ago?”
“Of course.”
“Yet, you have never given yourself the credit that is deserved.”
“I just returned the favor you’d already done for me.”
“You breached the Celestial Plane, Velra. Without Celestial power at your disposal. And you did so by employing both your Dark Fae and Wraith side in equal measure, fusing said abilities together in order to create something miraculous. That is what will be the key to defeating him and enemies like him while also guarding yourself against harm. You are far stronger than him and it’s time you were shown the indisputable truth of that. ”
His words rolled through me.
“You’re right. And it’s actually one of the reasons I wanted to attend Wraeven Academy. To reconcile both sides of myself so I could perform magic like that and be at peace with both.”
“I know it was. And you were doing impressively well with it. Unfortunately, the Academy needs time to safeguard against the extreme threat level that Puritas rising poses. Until those measures are put in place, we will facilitate our own training.”
“Our? Do you mean—”
“Yes, I do. You can teach me also.”
“You’re a master of combat, a master of magical knowledge too. You’re doing so well with improving your emotional intelligence. I don’t know what else I could teach you.”
He cupped my face. “Show me more of what it means to exist beyond combat.” He smiled. “Teach me what it means to truly live.”
I stared up at him.
And there it was.
The other reason I’d gone to Wraeven Academy—to actually start living a life.
Not just existing.
Not just hiding from the threats against me.
To learn how to move beyond that.
And I’d been doing well finally.
Here and now, Cassius was warning me in his supportive, non-condescending way that I’d come too far to turn back now, to allow what Sorin and Puritas’ rise had done to shake that resolve.
“Yeah,” I said, nuzzling against him. “Yeah.”