Dragon Age Cassandra Romance Novels & Stories

No sleeping over. Cassian Draven broke all three in one night. He didn’t knock. Just showed up outside my hotel room like a storm looking for something to ruin. I should’ve sent him away. Instead, I opened the door. And within seconds, my back hit the wall and his mouth found mine. Hunger. That’s what it felt like. Like he was starving. For me. For the pieces of me no one else touched. My blouse tore. Buttons flew. My pencil skirt bunched at my waist.

I turned and almost choked on my saliva as my eyes met the guy that my eyes met with earlier. “Easy there, chocolate.” he chuckled and placed a hand on my back to hold me. A spark of electricity flew from his hand into my body, making my insides tingle. I swallowed. He took out a card from his breast pocket. “I’m Dorian Cavanaugh.” “Cassandra…” “Cassandra Blackwood.” he finished for me and smiled at me when my eyes flew wide open. “I was at your wedding today.” he explained and I nodded. Just then, the bartender brought our drinks.

"I had to do it, Roman. For Adeline." "You did," I said, my voice thick with emotion. "You did, little healer." I pressed a kiss to her forehead, my heart swelling with pride and love. She was the strongest person I’d ever known, and she was mine. The sound of approaching footsteps made me turn, my wolf snarling as Casssandra emerged from the smoke. She looked furious, her silver eyes locked onto Belle with a murderous glare. "You think you've won?" she hissed, her voice venomous. "This is only the beginning."

I ordered harshly to the soldiers standing near the corridor. Cassandra entered wearing a pink satin nightgown, adorned with various embroidery. The fabric was so thin and tiny that I could easily tear it off with my teeth. "Alpha..." she murmured, lifting her eyes toward me and smiling. Cassandra approached, touching my arms and caressing them while pressing her waist against mine. Our lips were inches apart. I was about to kiss her when... "She is not our mate! This girl is lying to us!" Ragnar growled, irritated. I opened my eyes again and realized that her scent was different. It wasn’t sweet and mesmerizing like that of my true mate. It was the smell of an ordinary wolf mixed with a hum

Cassandra came down the stairs holding hands with the Graham twins. “So you promise to let us play dress up with you when you get back?” Ruby asked. “Yes I promise, Ru” Cassandra answered. “And we'll go get ice cream and then you'll play unicorn princess tea party with me?” Rose added. “Of course my littlest flower...” Cassandra grinned, softly pinching Rose's cheek, “and my precious jewel” she added and equally pinched Ruby's cheek softly. “And may I know where you're going?” Jace asked, cutting in front of his girlfriend as she stepped on the landing.

He said looking at the beautiful lady standing by his office door. Hearing his approving voice, Cassandra walked into the office with her both hands bent backwards. She was wearing black blazers above her white crop top. Her long legs were covered by black leggings and her hair was put in a ponytail leaving some baby hairs falling on her forehead. 'Simple yet elegant.' Tobias thought of her outfit. While she neared the table which Tobias was leaning on, she stopped on her tracks and looked at him with her golden brown eyes. She wanted to tell him something but the respect she has for him was making it so difficult to say her thoughts aloud.

Cassandra leaned against the railing, watching Diego, who stood stiffly a few steps away. "Finally," Cassandra said, her voice soft but possessing a sharp edge. "This marriage is actually happening." Diego didn't respond. His eyes watched the distant city, but what he saw was the shadow of dark green eyes that had looked at him without demands that morning. Cassandra stepped closer. The dim light highlighted Diego’s jaw, and there, beneath the jawline, a faint mark was visible: a small purplish-red blemish, nearly invisible to those not looking. But Cassandra was looking. Her cold finger suddenly touched Diego’s skin there, tracing the hickey. Her touch wasn't a caress; it was an inspection.

“I promise you everything, again, Cassian Oliver.” “May your promises hold you close and strengthen your bond,” Dyannah says. “You may seal these promises with a kiss now.” Cheers rise in the crowd as Cassian takes me in his arms, his kiss firm and passionate. Unexpectantly, he tilts me down dramatically, held up by his knee and strong arms, and deepens it. It catches me by surprise, but I answer it by instinct. Our wolves, our spirits, and our love joins once again in the beauty of this moment.

Then Kieran positioned himself in a doggy style, his fingers gripping the duvet tightly, while Rowan spanked him several times, fondled his cock too before he thrust his cock inside him for the third time that morning. “Hmmmm,” Kieran moaned out as Rowan buried himself up to the hilt. He threw his head back and saw stars behind his lids. “Your body is so nice and tight, sweetheart,” Rowan grunted, pushing himself in and out, his fingers gripping his hips tightly. “I can't seem to get enough of you.” ———— At the Rogue Kingdom, Cassandra strolled into the clubhouse and the moment she looked ahead, her breath seized and the radiant smile on her face disappeared into thin air.

“Sick of every damn lie Cassandra has spun.” The soft perfume clinging to her skin filled my senses, luring me deeper the more I breathed her in. She never pulled away from my touch—never once resisted me. From the lightest kisses I pressed to her throat to the ones I trailed lower, across the delicate line of her shoulder blade, she accepted it all. “If you need somewhere to pour it all out…” Lyra’s voice trembled. “I—I’m here.” I gripped her face, crushing my mouth against hers. It wasn’t tender, it was rage and desire tangled together, a desperate attempt to erase the ghost of Cassandra from my mind. My hunger devoured her, demanding she follow my rhythm, my pace, my need.