Cassian And Nesta Novels & Stories

“How was your day?” “Collette and I went to a private art exhibition by Neel Hans, the retired artist,” Cassian says, and at the mention of Collette’s name, my heart drops. I try to push the feeling away, but just thinking of her being around him makes my chest tighten. I keep my face neutral, forcing a smile as he describes the art, his voice alive with passion. He talks about everything with such intensity, it’s beautiful to witness.

The room was dark, a dim light casting a soft glow. The scent of sandalwood mixed with something else, something I couldn't place my finger on, filled the air. It was sweet and masculine, addictive. “Natalia," Cassian spoke, his hard gaze fixed on me. "We can both agree this is an unfortunate situation." I scoffed, glaring daggers at him. "But like I said, I'll be honouring the moon goddess. So you have no choice but to comply." He continued.

" She told Cassie. Cassie thanked her and put it in the pocket that was in the folds of her skirt. "Where are you and Nathan going on your Honeymoon" Aunt Jess asked. "We are going to Cairo, I have always wanted to go there, and it works out well Nathan has some business to attend to so it will be perfect." Cassie said. I hope not to much business; it would be boring siting alone in the hotel alone. " Jess said. "I will not be alone. We are taking Susan with us we will do some site seeing and shopping while we are there," Cassie told them.

My mother at the ninth station from the bottom. Cassian and Kael on the line too, an argument I wasn't present for and lost anyway. Cassian's case, as it came back to me, was that there is nothing in the mechanic about being a woman, there is only something in it about having a set of lungs the Pale cannot open, and that he and Kael are the only two men in the north who qualify, and that he had not walked nine winters of that country in order to stand on a step and hold a stick. Nesta on the lowest station of all, on ring nineteen, because there is no argument that works on Nesta.

“They’ll learn what it costs to reach for what belongs to the triad.” Cassian knelt beside me, one steady hand on my shoulder, the other cupping my jaw with surprising gentleness. His amber eyes pale and piercing held mine without mercy or softness. “Every inch of you is tethered,” he murmured, thumb brushing my lower lip. “Every pulse. Every whimper. Every drop of slick. You are ours, moon-born. Completely. They will see it. They will feel it.”

A mischievous grin spread across his face as he saw Emeraude completely naked. Cassian knelt down again, placing one of Emeraude's legs on his shoulder without unbalancing her. Emeraude leaned her back against the wall, intensifying the sensation, and felt Cassian's tongue penetrate her. She let out a loud moan as he sucked and licked her clit. Her hands nearly crushed her thighs due to the pressure he applied. Emeraude could only moan, surrendering to the pleasure he was giving her. She felt she was about to reach climax when Cassian increased the speed of his caresses, making her moan loudly as she finally reached orgasm.

The boldly printed letters stood out flawlessly against the wall. “It looks perfect, Hannah,” Selene said, signing the tablet her assistant handed her. “Great! I'll let the installers know.” Hannah smiled, taking the tablet and stepping back to give them space. Selene turned to Cassian, ready to say goodbye now that they were at the exit. “Have a safe drive,” she said, her voice dripping with fake affection for anyone listening. Cassian didn't answer with words. Instead, he took a step closer, completely invading her space.

Kael asked Cassian, pointing at Adrian. "Adrian," Cassian said, looking at Adrian with an expression Adrian was going to be thinking about for years. "He's the person I love." "He nice?" Kael asked. "Very," Cassian said. Kael appeared to find this information acceptable. He laid his head on Cassian's shoulder and closed his eyes, apparently deciding that since the important questions had been answered, he could now rest. Twenty-six minutes, Adrian noted. Faster than with him. Lyanna had migrated to stand near Cassian's other side, not touching, not asking for anything, simply closer than she had been.

His heart pounded fiercely against his ribs, a mix of fear and forbidden excitement coursing through his veins. At twenty-three, Cassian was a noble omega from a respected bloodline, known for his gentle nature and quiet grace. Yet here he was, risking everything for stolen moments with the one alpha who made his entire being come alive. The thin black silk robe he wore whispered against his skin as he walked, already warm with the first hints of arousal. His body had begun reacting to Kael’s presence long before he reached the door, a deep, instinctive pull that no amount of reason could silence.

“You’ve been under too much strain. The pup is still there, but if this keeps up, you may lose it.” I said nothing. He wanted me to stay the night. I refused. By the time I got back, the eastern hall was still lit. That was where I saw him. Cassian was half-crouched in front of someone I had never met in person, though I knew her face at once. Selene. His first love. The one whose name I had only ever heard in whispers. She sat on the long bench with one ankle wrapped in linen, looking pale and fragile. Cassian’s voice was tight in a way I had never heard from him before.