Novel & Cerita Cassian X Reader

"Oh, let me tell you guys! Thomasina's beauty spa got totally trashed today, and her niece got beaten black and blue. And then she actually went and slapped Rowena..." Cassian sat quietly on the couch, but his mind was completely stuck on one single thought: Xander went to see Trista tonight. Feeling incredibly irritated, Cassian stood up. "You guys catch up. I'm heading out." Back at his own place, Cassian paced restlessly in front of his floor-to-ceiling windows. Every few seconds, he'd open Trista's W******p chat, only to stare at it. He had no idea what to say.

Seraphina’s POV Cassian was still catching his breath. His chest rose and fell beneath me as he sat on the library floor, back against one of the shelves, his shirt half unbuttoned, pants still open, his cock glistening and twitching slightly - not fully soft yet. I could still taste him on my lips. Still feel the way his hands had gripped my hair like I was his anchor while he came undone in my mouth. But I wasn’t done with him.

“Beautiful. Soft skin. Perfect tits.” Damien cupped one breast, weighing it in his large hand before pinching her nipple firmly. Aurora gasped, a spark of pleasure-pain shooting straight to her core. Cassian moved behind her. His rough hands gripped her hips, then slid down to squeeze her firm ass cheeks, spreading them slightly. One thick finger traced along her slit from behind, finding her already slick. “She’s wet,” he stated, voice dark with approval. “Our little innocent is dripping just from reading the contract.”

She literally saw him everywhere. My cell phone rings, cutting off my concentration. It’s Cassian. I pick it up, a smile appearing on my face as soon as I hear his voice. “Working?” he asks immediately. I love how we don’t have to get past small talk—it’s so easy to just fall into conversation with him. “Actually, I was deep into Melia Castellanos’ mind,” I say with a sigh. “That bad?” he asks, sensing that what I was reading wasn’t exactly good.

She had a thousand questions, but the adrenaline of the night was finally ebbing, leaving a heavy, bone-deep weariness in its wake. “Are you alright?” he asked, his voice softer now. Elara forced a smile. “Yes, I’m fine.” After a brief silence, she gathered her courage. “Can I ask you something? Why did you help me? Don’t you hate Damien?” Cassian’s lips tilted in a faint, dangerous smile. "I do..." he drawled, the words vibrating low in his throat. Suddenly, he leaned forward, bridging the gap until his face was barely a hair’s breadth from hers. The scent of cedar and expensive bourbon enveloped her. “But I don’t hate you,” he murmured, his eyes scanning her flushed face.

“But if I touch you now, we won’t stop until I’m buried inside you.” As the ice-cold water touched my skin, I let out a sigh of relief. My eyes opened. Through hooded eyes, I looked up at Cassian. The strongest Alpha in the country. The gold-eyed wolf that wolves used to scare their pups. Here he was, massaging my feet, talking about getting me ice cream. My free leg raised to his chest and trailed down his abs. Cassian’s hands slowed. Hesitantly, he held my leg and kissed the dip of my foot. “Sweetheart, calm yourself. Don’t start something you cannot finish.”

Because the driver who stepped out was breathtaking. Tall, impossibly composed, with dark, dangerously sharp features and eyes that seemed to pierce right through me. His presence alone was enough to make me forget, even momentarily, the jagged shards of pain I carried. I felt my breath catch, heart stuttering, though I knew I should have been trembling for other reasons entirely. I noticed the small, polished tag clipped to his jacket. The name etched neatly in silver caught my eye: Cassian. My breath hitched again. The sound of it caught somewhere in my throat, unformed, mingling with the sobs that still wracked my body.

The one who shattered my control and walked out like it hadn’t meant a goddamn thing. I scrubbed the clip back, zeroed in on the still frame. Froze it. Zoomed in until the pixels blurred. But even through the grain, I could see it, that defiance, raw and unfiltered. That mouth. The one that spit fire and tasted like trouble. That mouth that told me, I don’t care what you want. My chest clenched. Not with emotion. With focus. The comm panel on my desk beeped. Cassian stepped in, smooth as always, dressed in obsidian. He carried a folder in one hand and the quiet certainty of a man who never came empty-handed.

PRESENT DAY [I snapped back to reality, my heart heavy but my mind made up] The memory left a bitter taste in my mouth. I wrapped my arms around myself, hating how raw I felt. Hating that Cassian knew the moment to swoop in. Hating how cold he's treating me compared to the warmth he gave that night. Hating that even now, months later, he could still rattle me. I still didn’t know why he left that night. And now, out of nowhere, he wanted me to marry him, on paper, at least. Be his shield and weapon. His partner in a war I didn’t fully understand. But if he thought I was still that broken girl, he was wrong. Cassian Wolfe may have saved me once. But this time, I’d save myself, and drag the tr

special present for me. "So what did you think you saw?" Cass asked. "He fucked you on the table? Then... then he came inside of you?" "Bred. He fucking bred me, Isaac. Well. I am glad you got that impression," Cass said matter-of-factly, maintaining eye contact. "Impression?" Cass didn't respond. Instead, she gave me an exaggerated wink, then headed to our bedroom for a shower.