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Cassian stills for a heartbeat, eyes flashing with approval, then pulls out abruptly. The sudden emptiness makes me whimper, my pussy clenching around nothing, slick dripping down my ass.He shifts us with effortless strength, maneuvering me off his lap and into the spacious back seat first.The leather is cooler here, sticking to my heated skin as I scramble into position on my knees, facing him. He follows, shoving his jeans lower, cock jutting up thick and glistening with my arousal, veins throbbing visibly.I straddle him before he can settle fully, gripping his shoulders for leverage as I sink down onto his length. The angle lets him spear even deeper, bottoming out against my cervix with a jolt that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.āFuck, yes,ā I hiss, the stretch exquisite, my walls molding to every ridge and pulse of him.The scent of rain grows stronger as mist creeps in, mingling with our sex sweat and the faint metallic tang of my glowing veins.I start riding him hard,
Angela:~ā¢~ā°ā”°ā~ā¢~āAhhh!ā I scream. Damn it, heās too big, but the feeling is incredible. His size forces my walls to yield, clenching desperately around the pulsing heat of him.The scent of my own wetness mixes with the musky tang of his skin, heavy in the confined space of the car, and I taste salt on my lips from biting down too hard.He doesn't give me time to adjust, he pulls back, and his hips snap forward again, driving deeper, the coarse hair at his base grinding against my clit at the brutal thrust.āFuck, Angel, so tight,ā he growls low, his voice gravelly and raw, his breath hot against my ear. āSo perfect. Your body knows exactly who it belongs to.āI wrap my legs around his waist instinctively, heels pressing into the small of his back, urging him deeper despite the overwhelming stretch. My red dress is pushed up around my waist in a mess of silk.I can feel the red veins on my skin glowing, pulsing right in time with the throb of his length inside me. I'm slick, I'm a
The moment those words leave my lips, Cassian blinks once, then twice, as if his brain has now finally registered my words. But is that it? Suddenly, a sound escapes his chest. It is a choked, wet laugh mixed with a feral growl of triumph. He drops to his knees on the floor between my legs, his large hands shaking visibly as he reaches out to cover my hands resting on my stomach. āDoubt you?ā he breathes, his voice thick with raw, overwhelming emotion. āNever. Angel, I could never doubt you. I can already feel my own blood, my own scent, radiating from you. A baby. Our baby.ā He presses his face gently against my stomach, kissing the bare skin with a reverence that makes my heart ache in the best possible way. I run my fingers through his thick, dark hair, letting my happy tears fall freely onto his shoulders. He stands up suddenly, wrapping his massive arms around my waist, and lifts me right off the bed. He spins me around the bedroom, burying his face in the crook of my neck,
Angela:~~~I drift out of a deep, dreamless sleep as my hand instinctively reaches across the sheets, searching for that familiar, solid, reassuring warmth of Cassian.But the space beside me is empty, and the sheets are cool to the touch.Panic, sharp and icy, pierces my chest as I sit up abruptly, my heart hammering against my ribs.I open my eyes, and the room is shrouded in darkness.āCassianā¦ā I whisper as tears begin to well in my eyes as I recall what happened between Cassian and me.His promise and reassuring words: he told me he loved me. He pleasured me and made me feel clean again. There's no way all that was in my imagination. Cassian returned to me; he even told me Adrian was dead.After everything that happened, after the trauma and the tears and the desperate need to wash away the taint of Adrian, Cassian had promised he would stay.Did my mind really come up with all that because I missed him?I scan the dark bedroom.That's when it hits my nostrils, aged wine and tob
Cassian: ~~~ I blame myself. A month ago, desperate to numb the agonizing pain of Angel's rejection, I sought out a hidden bar. The owner is a werewolf, and he keeps a special reserve for our kind. It is heavy liquor spiked with wolfsbane, potent enough to actually make an alpha drunk. Late into the night, I finally stumbled out into the parking lot. The heavy fog of alcohol clouds my mind, but my instincts flare up. Someone is following me. I rounded a corner, pressing myself into the shadows, and waited to ambush my pursuer from behind, and I caught him. It was Adrian. He stood there with a smug grin, revealing that he spoke with Ruth. He knew he was a Lycan prince. Worse, he found out Angel is his fated mate after undergoing a ritual. Hearing those words from his mouth snapped the last shred of my restraint. I already killed Brandon to protect what is mine. I do not care if Adrian shared my blood. I will execute anyone who thinks they can stake a claim on my mate. I lunge
āGo wake him. Now,ā Ruth commands in a tone that holds absolute finality.Adrian nods with a deep frown before turning to me. I roll my eyes at him, turning to leave, but he grabs my forearm tightly.āYou keep bearing Cassian's children,ā he says, his voice low and taunting. āWhat happens if he is not Alaric?āāGet your filthy hand off me,ā I snap.Low, warning growls erupt from Lucious and my parents as they watch us, and Adrian reluctantly releases me. I meet his gaze with an icy resolve.āThat is my business. But I can assure you that you are not Alaric either. Alaric loved me. Even if you felt something for me once, I cannot call what you feel now 'love.' You are simply a man trying to reclaim things you believe you were denied as a child. That jealousy has turned you into something obsessed and unrecognizable. Do not show your face to me again.āāAngela, my dear, you cannot simply eliminate him from the equation," Ruth intervenes, her expression grave. āAlaricās soul is still dor
I don't knock. I don't hear what Anna is saying. I push the door open with enough force to make the glass partition rattle. Adrianās ādeadā wife, what's her name again, Julianna, doesnāt even flinch. She just looks at me as a slow, condescending smirk spreads across her face. āGet out,ā I say, my
It is getting dark when we arrive at the mansion. Itās located in the heart of the city, a grand display of Cassianās power and wealth.The car pulls in the driveway, and I carry Sophie, stepping out as Cynthia gets out to begin unloading our luggage.āWelcome, Madam. Iām Lia, the housekeeper. I wi
Angela: ~~~ āBlair⦠I⦠please, it's not what you think! Fuck, I can explain.ā I want to hit him, scream, and ask him how exchanging saliva with his supposed dead wife while his hands roam her body means anything other than exactly what it looks like. And to be honest, I don't understand why
Angela: ~~~ āCassian, why are you looking at me like that? Did you do something to Adrian?ā The words spill out before I can stop them; the air in the room has shifted, turning heavy. Cassian is staring at me with that dark, predatory gaze, which makes me afraid of him. āYou want to go back to h







