Chapter 9

CASSIEN

I watched Lucien help Lyra out through the window while we exchanged a glance, promising to meet after this. We needed to talk. About our mate. About her. 

Lyra turned to me and I forced a neutral expression before climbing out through the window. 

“Cassien, are you alright?” Her eyes carried panic. 

“I am,” I nodded shortly. 

The moon hung overhead casting a shadow of light in the field as dry leaves rustled under our feet. My gaze washed over her when I caught sight of it. 

“Luna,” I called with an urgency in my voice. She stopped dead in her tracks before turning to look at me, confusion etched between her eyebrows. I could also feel Lucien's wary gaze on me. 

“What's wrong?” Lucien raised an eyebrow at me. 

“What's that on your arms?” my gaze fell to her arms and then flickered to Lucien. “And yours?” my eyes flew open. 

“What are you…” She gasped as her eyes caught the outstretched marks printed onto her skin. She also looked over at Lucien and her breath caught. 

“You have it too,” She added, gesturing towards my arms. 

“Constellation marks,” Lucien finally spoke. 

“Huh?” She whipped her head at him. 

“They're constellation marks. It's believed that the moon goddess brand traitors with such marks,” He heaved a sigh and the marks in our skin glistened under the light as if in agreement. 

“Traitors?” Lyra breathed out, her eyes darting from Lucien to me. “I thought the moon goddess gave mate bonds,” She added, a stray tear walking down her cheek.

“She did,” I took a step closer to her but she stepped back. 

“Lyra,” Lucien called. He could feel the underlying rejection too. 

“She's withdrawing back, my wolf, she's leaving again” Her eyes, those beautiful pearls, glistened with tears. 

“No,” Lucien shook his head. “You're shutting her out, the same way you're doing to…” His words were caught out from his tongue by a sharp gasp as he clutched his stomach the same time as I did. 

“Lyra,” I gasped, raising my head to meet her gaze. “Stop whatever you're doing,” I growled. 

“But I'm not doing anything,” She snapped. Her eyes widened as she slapped her hands over her mouth. “I'm sorry, didn't mean to sound like that,” She exhaled. 

“It's alright,” I stood up with wobbly legs. 

“Really?” 

“Really,” Lucien confirmed. 

We both took measured steps towards her, taking her into our embrace. 

“She's back,” She chuckled softly. 

“She isn't leaving again Wild thing, neither is any of us,” Lucien assured and she heaved a sigh of relief. 

She leaned into our embrace, the constellation marks that branded us as traitors gleaming under the moon. 

“Goddess, what's this?” I asked inwardly. “Direct me,” I prayed. 

“We're still going for the run right?” She took a step back and I nodded in agreement. 

“Yes,” I took her hand and led her to an open clearing with Lucien following closely behind. 

“This is it,” She grinned. 

“On all fours,” I instructed. 

“Yes master,” She turned to look at me, her gaze hot like molten, trailing her tongue across her lips before going on her knees before me in an overly exaggerated manner.

“Damn it wild thing,” Lucien cursed and she chuckled. 

“A quickie?” She tilted her head slightly so that she took a glance at Lucien. 

My self-control was snapping and so was Lucien. I needed to stop this. 

“Well…” Lucien was saying. 

“We would do no such…. Fuck!” Lyra pulled down my trousers and underwear in one fast pull and I shivered when the cold wind blew past my already hard cock. 

“Luna… you!”

Her wet lips took in my cock once while her soft hands played with Lucien's. Her hot tongue flicked at the tip of my cock as she trailed it down my base and back to the tip again. 

“Luna,” I groaned, fisting my hand in her hair as her head bobbed. 

Her mouth worked faster and I moved my hips, just in the right sync to meet her halfway. I pulled at her hair, taking the lead completely as I face fucked her. 

My eyes caught Lucien whose head was thrown backwards, his mouth slightly ajar as Lyra's hands worked him out. 

“Fuck,” He came with a throaty groan and that brought out my own orgasm. 

“Luna, you're so good,” I smiled, picking her up. She let out a yelp as I placed her on a rough cold rock beside us. 

“You're so wet for us,” I purred and she threw her head back in pleasure as my fingers slid into her, easier than before because of her wetness. 

“Holy…” I heard her whiny voice as Lucien played with her nipples. 

“You love that, my ruin,” He teased and Lyra nodded, quickly turning into a cry as I entered her roughly and Lucien pinched her nipples between his fingers. 

“Oh gosh… my… So good,” She stuttered, her eyes shut close from pure pleasure. 

Her orgasm came quicker than I imagined, under the moon, laying exposed before us with the night sky bearing us witness. 

“The run?” I asked teasingly as she stood up. 

“Yes Cass,” I chuckled. 

I watched in awe and worry as she transformed into her wolf. Awe because her wolf was coming out beautiful. Worry because it had been a long time since her wolf came out and I could hear her tiny whimpers even from here. She was in pain as her bone broke and rearranged to fit into her wolf form. 

“You're doing well Luna,” I muttered under my breath. 

“Cassien!” I turned to Lucien who was staring wide eyed at the sight before him. My eyes followed his line of gaze and… Holy shit! 

The brown wolf I was so sure I saw just now was gone and in her place was standing a pure white wolf taking the color of the moon. 

“This is bad,” Lucien muttered. 

“Very bad,” I replied. 

Then she ran towards us, her tail wagging in the air, her round eyes were filled with confusion and anxiety. I crouched to her level and ran my fingers through her soft fur. 

The moon goddess that brought this would surely provide an answer and solution. 

“Let's race,” I winked at Lucien. It had been a long time since we did this alone, just that this time we weren't alone anymore. We didn't have to be. 

We took some steps away from her and transformed. Painlessly, in minutes and in our place, two huge black wolves stood there. The only difference that differentiated my wolf from Lucien was a white patch at Jamy's ear spot - Lucien's wolf. Mine was plain black. 

Lyra's eyes darted between the two of us in amazement and something close to pride. 

And then the race began. We ran past trees and shrubs and rocks. Laughing, nudging each other. At peace under the full moon.