Page 111 of The Gamma's Second Chance

“Cassandra…” I grip her body in my hands, fingers digging into her hips, and I rock forward, rubbing my dick against her. “Oh, fuck that is…” Another groan cuts off any further words from me as she palms my cock through the thin linen of my pants, and all I can think of and focus on is her touch and her body in my arms.

“I choose you, Nolan,” she says, backing away from me, her hands undoing the clasp on the front of the top layer of her gown. “I choose you now, and I will choose you every day ofour lives together.” The outer garment falls down her arms and to the floor, leaving her in only the dress underneath, held up by two thin straps I could easily slice through. I follow her, matching her step for step, eyes glued to her as she undresses and makes her vow to me. “I choose you because you also chose me. You embrace me as I am, accepting all the broken pieces of my soul. Bond or not, you are my mate, the other, better, half of my soul.”

I close the minute gap between us again, caressing her arms to her shoulders and stopping her retreat. “I love you and I choose you, Cassandra,” I say, trailing my fingertips up her neck, making her breath catch and her eyelids flutter. “It may have taken a while for my brain to catch up, but my heart chose you from the moment you first arrived in Crescent Lake. You smiled at me, and from that second on, my heart was in your hands.”

I pluck a jeweled pin from her hair and then another, dropping them to the floor as I continue my speech to her. “You bring out the best in me, and you’ve given me something to live for, something to look forward to. Your resilience and your positivity brighten my days and bolster my heart. Your love is like a field of wildflowers—lush and dense, vibrant and untamed, the perfect combination to balance my intense stoicism.” I drop the final pin to the floor, and my arm wraps around her shoulders as her hair cascades down her back in loose waves. My lips brush a kiss against her collarbone as I weave my fingers into the hair at her nape. “You are my mate in every way that matters, and my heart is yours forever.”

Emotion fills my chest, thick and sweet as caramel. It coats my soul and pools in my eyes, and I turn my face into Cassandra’s neck, breathing her in. But I don’t force it back or hold it in. I let the tears fall onto her skin, then lift my gaze to hers. I pour everything into her with my stare—all the words I don’t have to express to her what she means to me and how she’s changedme. “I’m yours,” I say again, repeating the only sentiment that matters. “Make me yours, Cassandra.”

She angles her body to descend the small set of steps leading to the center of the temple, and I am right behind her, my hand moving to the small of her back, ready to catch her should she fall. She lowers herself and scoots backwards as I remove my pants and kneel before her, crawling over her as she reclines against the pillows and cushions on the temple’s floor, sliding my hand up the outside of her leg and lifting her skirt as I go.

The graceful curve of her long leg comes into view, her skirt pooling and billowing around her waist. I kiss across her chest and down the swell of her breasts, the edges of the lace daisies teasing my chin. I reach her bare hip and slide my hand around to squeeze her ass before I continue my exploration of her body beneath her gown. Her skin is warm and soft, and it pebbles under my touch, little shivers of desire wracking her body as I explore her suppleness.

She gasps as my fingers part her lower lips, and my cock jerks at how wet and ready for me she is. Her chest heaves and her neck arches as she supports herself on her elbows, and I gaze at her beautiful, pleasure-filled face as I slip my finger inside her, twisting it as I slide it in and out.

Her legs spread more, showing off all of her beautiful pussy to me, and my hand grips into her thigh, thumb pressing into her skin hard enough to leave a bruise as I hold her apart, keeping her open for me. She clutches at the cushions beneath her as I graze her clit with my other thumb, nails scraping against the fabric, her hips bucking into my touch, and her greedy pussy pulsing around my finger. The flimsy straps on her gown fall off her shoulders, and the bodice drifts down her chest, revealing the edges of her pink nipples.

I watch her, transfixed, as she gives in to the pleasure she’s receiving from me. She is pure sensuality, caught up in herbliss. Her eyelashes flutter, her heart races, and sweet sighs and moans fall from her lips, floating through the temple and up into the night sky. I kiss the top of her knee and down her inner thigh until I reach where my hand spreads her open, and then I make the journey back to her knee. She tenses with anticipation as I repeat the movements, over and over, never placing my mouth on the specific spot she wants me to.

A frustrated groan escapes her after the third time I tease her, and I laugh, my lips tickling the inside of her leg right next to her knee. “I know, Daisy,” I say underneath my deep, resonant laughter, leaning over her and lifting my hand to her face as I continue playing with her pussy. “But we have all night, and I want to take my time with you.” My finger drags out and swipes up to her clit, circling it in a spiraling, swirling figure eight. “I want this night to live in your memories as a magnificent, impeccable moment.”

I glide my hand up her abdomen, my eyes closing at the softness of her beneath my touch. When I reach her breast, I twist her nipple between my thumb and finger, and she rolls her body in response, her throat vibrating with her moan.

“Let me make this night special for you,” I say, lifting her dress up and over her head, revealing her gorgeous naked body to my eyes.

The dress drops to the cushions somewhere off to the side, and I lower my body over hers again, returning my fingers to her pussy and pressing my lips to her mouth. She wraps her arms around my neck, and everything is sweeter with her returning my touch. Her hands cup my neck as she deepens our kiss, our tongues dancing and tasting the hints of the robust red wine we shared. One hand slips around to my shoulder and down my chest, her palm resting over my pounding, love-filled heart.

“Let’s make it memorable for both of us,” she says, leaning away from our kiss and staring up at me. Her eyes glistenwith joy and love, the gold swirling with passion and a hint of mischief, the green deepening with the presence of her lycan.

Before I can say anything, she lunges for me, kissing me and flipping us so I’m beneath her. I growl at the sneaky, cheeky attack, but I recline against the luxurious, soft cushions and give in to her temporary, unexpected dominance, letting her have the upper hand for a moment.

She kisses my jaw and neck, passing over my marking spot with an exhale that makes my cock twitch before she continues down my torso. When she reaches my abs, her tongue darts out, and she swirls it over each outlined muscle, tracing the dips and hardened planes with precise but languid movements, her palms supporting herself on my thighs. Her breasts sway, her nipples scrape my skin, and her little ass lifts into the air as she lowers her mouth onto my waiting cock.

A hiss of pleasure escapes from between my teeth, and my hands spear into her hair, weaving into the soft strands and gripping tight as I punch my hips up, pushing my cock deeper into her mouth. Her gorgeous, plump pink lips spread as she takes me further, her fingernails digging into my skin as she grips me tighter too.

“I love fucking this pretty mouth almost as much as I love fucking your pussy,” I grunt out, pulsing my hips in time with the bobbing of her head. “The way your lips look wrapped around my cock… fuck, I can’t get enough of it.”

Her eyes shine with satisfaction, and she practically swallows my dick, hollowing out her cheeks and opening her throat to make room for me, and my eyes roll into the back of my head.

“Goddess damn it, Cassandra!” I lift her off me and flip our positions again, so she’s under me, and I’m pinning her to the floor. That one simple movement of her mouth had my balls tightening and me on the edge of release way too soon. I narrow my eyes at her and growl. “You are coming first tonight. Not me.”

I rock my hips against her, sliding the length of my dick through her pussy lips, and her head rolls back, her breasts bouncing from my jerking of her body. “Or we can come together. As one.” She lowers her chin towards her chest and meets my eyes, hers glowing with certainty and determination.

As one. As equals. Together, as a united pair, a pair who found each other even with all the odds stacked against us. There was no bond helping us, but we fought for each other, fought to build a relationship stronger than titanium, a relationship more exquisite than either of us could have imagined or asked for.

I nod at her. “Together. With my teeth in your neck and your teeth in mine.”

Her eyes glisten, and she smiles, swallowing against her tears. “I love you,” she says as I position myself at her entrance.

“I love you so much, Cassandra.”

Our breaths catch together as I enter her pussy, our bodies tensing with pleasure at the feel of each other. She writhes slowly beneath me as I gently stretch her pussy with my cock, pushing my hips forward in a steady pace, savoring the moment. She relaxes into the cushions beneath us, giving in to my requests to take this slow, to create a lasting memory of the moment we mark each other.

When I’m completely inside her, and our hips are flush against each other, I pause and gaze down at her. Love swells in and around me, crashing through me with the force of a tidal wave. Everything we’ve been through, everything we’ve faced, led us to this moment. It was painful and filled with heartache, but I’d endure it all again a million times if it meant finding her in the end.

I collapse above her, holding my weight over her with my elbows, staying as close to her as possible as I pump in and out of her. We continue to keep our movements slow, but they’re no less passionate than when I take her hard. The feel of herskin on mine and the way her pussy wraps around my cock, taking me deeper with each thrust of my hips, is pure heaven. Nothing compares to being with her and feeling and watching her shudder with absolute bliss beneath my body.

I hook her leg over my hip, spreading her wider, my hand curling possessively around her ass. Thrust for thrust, she meets me, clinging to me and panting my name in my ear.

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