Page 77 of The Gamma's Second Chance

The music comes to an abrupt halt, and a weighted silence falls as he tears himself from my pussy. He stares at me, pupils wide and eyes unblinking, his chest heaving and his body taut. I squirm under his gaze, twisting and writhing to try to make him resume his teasing of my body, but he grips my knees and spreads them wide, keeping me from moving or rubbing my thighs together.

“Nolan, please…” My nails scrape on the piano keys, and my foot wraps around him, pulsing forward to draw him back between my legs, but he’s adamant—a statue.

“What did I say?” he asks, his voice level and calm but tinged with darkness and predatory intent.

My tongue darts out to wet my drying lips, and I swallow. I know what he ordered me to do, but there is no way I can finish this piece, no matter what he threatened. “But—”

He inhales, muscles coiling. Then he rises to his feet, sliding between me and the piano and heading towards the stairs. “I’ll change then.”

I groan in frustration, rocking my hips on the bench and arching my neck as I reposition my fingers and start the last section of the song. The music flows down my arms without a second thought, and I lean into the tide of emotions roaring to life within me. The longing, the eroticism, and the love bring new heart and depth to this old piece of music, bringing it back to life in my soul. It always held a special place as one of my favorites, but now it will forever be tinted with Nolan and my time here at Crescent Lake.

Nolan’s fingers dance along the ridge of my shoulder blades as my piece finishes, his warm presence at my back providing the drive I need to press on. They trail down my arm and across the swell of my exposed breast as I play the last chord and the final note.

The sweet, chiming high note rings clear in the room, and as soon as I lift my hands from the keys, he spins me, his lips crashing down on mine. He lifts me from the bench, and my dress flows around us as his arms snake across my waist beneath the layers of fabric. He tears my underwear from my body, shoving them into the pocket of his sweats. I shrug my arms free from the flimsy straps, and the bodice falls to my waist, my breasts bouncing from the movement and our frantic passion.

Nolan kicks the piano bench away with me still in his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist, and he lowers my ass onto the piano keys. Discordant notes spill into the room once more, but we’re beyond caring. The only thing that matters to us at this moment is each other.

Never have I so desperately needed someone the way I need him. It’s not about sexual release when I’m with him. It’s being in his arms, forging a connection, and being protected andowned by him. I submit to his claiming of my body and offer all of me in exchange—every broken piece, every sullied fiber. It’s all his. What we share runs deep, deeper than I ever thought possible, deeper than anything I imagined I would have with anyone.

He steps back, breaking our kiss and raking his gaze over my body as he loosens his sweatpants and tugs them down, letting them drop around his ankles. His eyes take their time to scan my body in all its haphazard glory, my dress around my waist exposing my bare, glistening pussy and pulsing clit and my breasts topped with diamond-hard nipples. I spread my knees further and arch my back and my neck, thrusting my breasts into the air and showing off my lower half, letting him see every inch of me in the golden glow of the sunlight.

“Fuck, Cassandra,” he growls, lunging forward and grabbing my hip with one hand while his other slides up the back of my thigh, hooking my leg around his waist. He pulses his hips, his dick notches at my entrance, and both of us lower our gaze to watch him push inside me. “Look how well your pussy takes my dick,” he says, eyes locked on where his cock slides into me. “Goddess, it’s like you… it is pure heaven, the way you feel around me.”

He thrusts hard, and I moan with uninhibited pleasure. My hands roam my body, caressing my breasts and playing with my nipples, before sliding down my stomach to my clit. I circle it and tease it as he fucks me hard, the piano keys clinking, our bodies composing their own song, a sequel to mine.

His dick fills me completely. A perfect fit. He slides all the way out and back in, over and over, my pussy stretching to accept him. My body bounces, supported only by the piano and Nolan’s hand on my waist, and Nolan drinks in the view of my hands on my clit and my bouncing breasts. He watches my every movement and expression as he takes me in hard, deep thrusts.

Our noises of passion and desire mix with the frantic music our bodies draw from the piano. I’m already on the verge of an orgasm, brought on by his edging during my song. He drives his hips forward, his dick going somehow deeper, and I can’t hold it back any longer.

“Oh, Goddess, Nolan!” I yell, and he drops my leg, wrapping his arm around my upper body.

I tremble and fracture in his arms, stars sparking to life behind my closed lids, his lips finding my neck and kissing it with tender sweetness. A sighing moan escapes me, and I clutch at him, my arms and my legs wrapping around his body. I dig my heels into his firm, muscular ass as he continues to pump into me, all semblance of control gone from his body. He clings to me as desperately as I cling to him, mouthing kisses over every part of my neck and chest that he can reach, his warm breath raising goose bumps on my skin with each of his panting, ragged gasps.

The release I find with him continues to ripple through my veins, a vivid painting of euphoria in the same hues of green, blue, and gold that my song painted. I move as one with him, matching the rhythm of his heart with the movement of my hips. A deep, heavy groan reverberates in his chest, and my breasts tighten as my pussy clenches around him once more. His deep thrusts switch to a subtle rolling of his hips, and his dick pulses inside me as he finishes, his body pushing hard against mine, leaving no space between us. He keeps himself inside me through each twitch of his dick, until he relaxes into me, his palm supporting him on the keys of the piano, his other arm around my waist.

Without words, we both twist our heads until our lips meet, giving each other gentle kisses between our uneven breaths. His hands explore my body, carefully stroking and soothing my pleasure-worn muscles as he gives me his sweet kisses. I love the contrast of the rough handling of my body when we’re fuckingto the softness he gives me after. He always comforts me and cuddles me, stroking my hair and caressing my body with a dreamy tenderness. I reciprocate the warm compassion, teasing my fingers across his shoulder blades and down his spine, sinking into the satisfaction relaxing my body as our lips twist together.

The sun shines into the room, deepening the golden light playing through the windowpanes. The hint of faint, upbeat music reaches us from the festival, where we’re supposed to be headed to play more games during the day and eat and drink around fire pits later this evening on the shore of the lake.

“We should clean up,” I say, leaning back only far enough to speak. “We’re supposed to be at the festival.”

Nolan’s hand travels from my waist to my thigh, his thumb brushing over his name on my leg and his eyes latching onto my ravished pussy with his teeth clenched. “Right,” he says, backing away and lifting my straps onto my shoulders again, his jaw ticking as my breasts disappear from view. “But don’t get too clean,” he adds in a gravelly voice, massaging the tops of my thighs with one last glance at my pussy before helping me off the piano keys. My skirt flutters down, covering me once more as he yanks me to him and brushes my hair out of my face as he dips his mouth to my ear. “I want everyone to smell me on you.”

Chapter 28

CASSANDRA

By the time wereach the training fields, the second day of the festival is already in full swing. It’s another beautiful spring day with the sun shining and the light scent of blossoming flowers mixing with the pine from the forest and the water from the lake. Fire pits of various sizes dot the lakeshore and thegrounds to prepare for the event tonight to close out the festival, but most pack members are playing games or lining up for the food trucks and stands.

Yesterday after finishing our cornhole match, we played almost every game set up on the grounds except archery. The waitlist was too long by the time we decided to put our name in last night, so we agreed we’d come back today and give them our names as early as possible.

“It will be about twenty or thirty minutes,” the male warrior says after writing Nolan’s name on the list.

“Thanks, Holden,” Nolan says, linking his fingers through mine and leading me away. “Mindlink me when we’re almost up. We’ll stay close.”

“Can we go back to the vendors?” I ask, pointing at the line of booths where pack members are selling handmade items like blankets, candles, and jewelry. “There were a few items I wanted to look at again.”

“Sure,” he says, changing direction a little and meandering over there with me.

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