22. CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 22
Graham
Once again, I'm annoyed that I live at work. I don't want to take Cassie past my secretary and start the rumor mill. I'd like to bring her home, but I must prioritize her well-being first, which is why we end up at her apartment.
"Are you sure you're okay?" I ask her again when we go through the front door. "Maybe I should call Helia to check you out."
"I'm fine," she assures me. "They didn't touch me. Tiana made sure of that."
I give a silent thanks to Tiana for doing her job well. I'll have to find a way to repay her for what she did.
"What if I call one of Helia's friends? They're all doctors, you know?" I suggest, then sigh in resignation when Cassie glares at me. "Can I at least get you to bed?"
"A shower first," she replies. Her lips curl up as her eyes travel down my shadow-covered body. "For both of us."
I grin, liking her train of thought. If she's down for that, then she really is okay.
"Let's go, baby," I say. "Let me wash you."
Once we're in her shower, our emotions start building back up. The fears were cast away when we were in the warehouse together. They didn't have time to resurface when we were trying to save the wolves. But now...
As the hot water drips down her soft body, I try to distract myself by focusing on her.
I caress her face, her neck, her arms, needing her to believe that I'm right there with her. That I'm real and not a dream.
"Don't stop," she breathes, stepping closer until our chests are touching.
"I couldn't, even if I wanted to," I reply.
It's strange how calm the insanity inside me is now. There isn't a need for anything. Even though I want to fuck my mate, my soul is content enough to wait. As long as we're together, the rest will follow.
My hands grip her butt cheeks tightly, easily lifting her off the smooth tiles. Without missing a beat, her legs wrap around my waist, the hotness of her pussy burning me.
We moan at the exact same time, her fingers tugging at my wet hair.
Cassie's lips find mine, and we give in to our need and hunger. I squeeze the cheeks of her ass roughly while my tongue dances with hers.
"I missed you," she moans in between kisses.
"So much, my sweet Cassie," I purr, biting her bottom lip.
She gasps as my teeth nibble at her tender flesh. Then she draws her tongue along my chin and lower to my neck, nuzzling at the hardened muscles. Her fingers trail down, brushing over my abs. When they continue their path further and further south, I tighten up, resisting the urge to growl in satisfaction.
Our lips meet again in a frenzy of heated kisses. They're deep, sending wave after wave of pleasure up and down my body.
My cock hardens with the insistent need to be sheathed in her tight and hot pussy. It throbs almost painfully. My instincts almost take over as my eyes want to inspect her for any wounds.
But Cassie brings me back with a kiss, a flirtatious grin, and a naughty wink.
It takes everything in me not to cum at the sight.
With that carefree smile and twinkling eyes, Cassie slides lower, landing right in front of my stiff shaft.
Holy shit.
When her mouth envelopes me, I see stars exploding. It feels like everything I ever needed is condensed in the sensual pleasure of her sucking my hard cock.
Gripping the wall for support, I grunt while my mate continues to slide down the length of me, only to move back up until the tip of my cock is pressed against the roof of her mouth.
"Fuck, that's it," I manage to breathe out, almost on the edge.
My fingernails dig into her hair, and I hold on to her hair while she continues sucking me off like her life depends on it.
It sends me in a spiral.
I don't know how long I can last. The powerful instincts swirl through my body, strengthening the connection between my human and wolf forms.
"Come for me," Cassie commands, taking a deep breath. "Please, come into my mouth."
The rasp of her plea has me exploding. The ropes of my release shoot into her, and she drinks it all up, moaning as if it was the tastiest beverage she'd ever sampled.
That's it.
She's the one.
This is the only person who can pull this reaction out of me.
Only her.
When my mind stops swirling, the bond is pulsing with calmness and satisfaction. I try to settle back and remember where I am. I'm alive and my mate's here with me.
"That was delicious," Cassie says, blinking at me with her pretty green eyes.
Holy fucking hell.
She's so sexy and soft.
Beautiful beyond words.
Even more so now that her lips are swollen from all the fucking.
If her sucking my cock gave her that kind of happiness, it's only fitting that I give her the same joy.
"Your turn," I say, my voice deep and rumbly.
"But the water's getting cold," she pouts.
"Then we should move to the bedroom," I say and lift her into my arms. She yelps in surprise, and I chuckle at her reaction.
I carry her all the way to the bed, leaving wet footprints in our wake.
"Stay here," I tell her, earning a low growl. "It'll be worth it."
Without giving her a chance to reply, I spin and search her apartment for a towel. Then I return to my patient girl and dry her as softly as I can. I love the feel of her skin as I brush her body with the soft cotton cloth.
Once I'm satisfied with my work, I toss the towel in the corner and climb on the bed. The mattress sinks under my weight, the bed letting out a soft groan of complaint.
Ignoring it, I use the tip of my nose to nudge her knees open. Cassie gasps, her lips parting. She scoots closer to me, the smell of her arousal strong and enticing. My wolf is instantly attracted to it, greedy for more.
"I love this part," I say in a low voice as I take a moment to savor her scent. She smells like freshly squeezed tangerines and citrus. She smells like pineapples, bananas, clementines, and lemons. A mixture of sweet and sour. Mmmm...
"What is?" she asks, peering into my eyes.
"When I first touch you down here," I say, my fingers grazing her entrance, slipping with her juices.
I look at her to savor the moment of my first contact, wishing to capture the image forever in my mind. I need to memorize every part of her. Her body's arched, her muscles straining. Her chest rises and falls, her breathing quick and shallow.
Dipping my fingers into her entrance, I coat them, making sure she’s really wet. My eyes never leave hers.
"You're perfection," I murmur, still refusing to believe my luck.
Just like her scent, her taste hits all my favorite flavors: creamy, sweet, and rich.
Oh God, her taste.
I just...
"Perfection," I murmur, drawing her in, my tongue gathering every ounce of her nectar.
I bury myself between her legs. Slowly, I part her lower lips with my tongue, drawing circles around her clit. Cassie's moans fill the space as she continues to whisper to the angels, her fingers buried in my hair. Her muscles tense at the assault of sensations.
I tease her lightly, first with my tongue, then sucking at her lips, drawing them into my mouth until she cries out.
Her eyes shut, but I want her to watch the action. Cassie knows what I want and leans up to look down at me, her pupils dilated with arousal.
"Like this?" she asks in a quivering voice.
"Fuck, yes," I murmur. "Exactly like this."
Before she has the chance to speak, my tongue enters her tunnel, diving deeply, wanting her to explode all over me. She thrashes her head from side to side, mumbling about her toes tingling with anticipation.
I laugh as I bring her in, only to suck on her clit again. She jolts upward, pressing herself into my mouth. Cassie writhes beautifully before me.
"Yes, just like that," she says, and I do it again.
Then I play with her pussy more. She writhes and shakes, bucking her hips. I use the pattern I discovered, sending her over the edge, and her pussy tightening around my finger. I feel the pressure of it all over her body. Her muscles vibrate with the wave of pleasure.
My soft sighs join hers.
"Did you like that, Cassie?" I ask, slowly coming up to lie down next to her. My shoulders move, my muscles burning with the arousal. "Hmm? Did you?"
"Graham," she breathes, her lips stretching in a thin line. "Oh my gosh."
"Does my Cassie need more?"
"Yes, Graham. Now," she replies, looking at me through her heavy eyelids.
I put my hands around her waist and bring her over my throbbing member. Her body adjusts to accommodate the width of my cock, her breathing picking up.
I enter her.
Slow.
Deep.
My head tilts backward, resting on the pillow as I savor the warmth that wraps around my cock.
I sense her hand cupping my balls, a low, primal sound emerging from my throat.
This is the part where I count on my wolf to stay in control while I let it go.
One second.
I need one second to listen to her heartbeat as a reminder that I can, and I will slow it down.
I count to five while she continues squeezing my balls, and I slowly roll her on her back. Her muscles contract, pulling my dick further in.
Our faces almost touch. Our lips remain parted.
"My mate," I whisper.
And I thrust.
Each one is slower than the one before it. Each one is more sensual than the one before it. But all of them are full of love and care.
Our lips find each other, her kisses sweet and deep.
After several deep pushes, our muscles convulse, bringing us to a mutual climax.
I rest my forehead against hers, our bodies unmoving.
"I never knew I could be this happy," I confess, needing to tell her how much she means to me.
It's important that she knows and that she understands why I feel that way.
"My mother always says that when you find the person you want to spend your life with, it means your luck is finally kicking in," I continue. "I didn't understand what it was at the time, but right now, it sounds pretty accurate."
"And you've found it?" she asks.
"You're it for me," I reply.
She lifts her head and presses a gentle kiss against my cheek. The touch of her lips makes my heart swell.
"Me too, Graham," she says. "Me too."
"Perfect."
We hold each other for a long time, neither one speaking as we simply enjoy being in each other's arms. I brush my fingers across her back and kiss the top of her head.
If I weren't so lost in the idea of my mate, I would worry about her. As it is, everything seems better than ever, and there's no reason for my mind to veer to terrible possibilities of what the future will bring.
Right now, all I want is to be happy.
And so, I am.