Page 30 of The Fate of Eternity

“None of it changes whoyouare as a person.”

I nod. “I know, I think that’s what I’m realizing. None of the changes are about my character,” I admit, and a sense of relief washes over him.

“Good, because I kind of like your character,” he states, pressing the softest kiss to the corner of my mouth.

“You do?”

His eyes latch onto mine. “Not as much as your pussy but…”

A giggle rises from my stomach, swirling in the air around us as he throws the covers back. A deep rumble from his chest vibrates against the palm of my hand as I keep my skin against his. He doesn’t go far, though. The only adjustment he makes is so he’s nestled between my thighs.

Desire mingles with excitement, swirling through my body on a mission as the length of his cock presses against my pussy. My heart flutters in my chest as I skim my fingertips over his abs when a distant knock echoes from downstairs.

Fuck.

“Please tell me I didn’t hear that,” I murmur, already disappointed when Cassian’s head lulls with the same frustration.

“I wish.”

“Any chance of ignoring it?” I query, but I already know the answer.

“If someone knows to knock, then?—”

“I get it,” I interject, aware that we’re technically on enemy territory, so any noise or movement around the house needs to be taken seriously.

Something tells me it isn’t Kenner, though. No way in Hell would that fucker knock.

“Want to race to see who can get dressed quickest?” Cassian asks, a glint in his eyes that sets me alight with the offered challenge.

“You’re on,” I agree, connecting with my wolf and zipping into action.

All but my boots are on my feet when I lift my hands in the air with glee. “I win!”

A knowing look flickers across Cassian’s face, making me pause when he stuffs his hand into his jeans pocket. He’s dressed from head to toe, boots included, but that’s not what he speaks about when he opens his mouth. “Not when I have your panties in my pocket, Alpha.”

My gaze narrows. “Ass. Race you down?—”

My words haven’t even left my mouth before he’s gone.

Fucker.

With my lips pursed and irritation dancing over my skin, I refuse to admit I’m a sore loser and focus on my boots instead. I hear the door creak open downstairs as I lace them up, and the curse that falls from Cassian’s lips makes me pause.

Uncertainty washes over me as I creep down the stairs as quietly as I can, and a hint of panic travels down my spine when I hear him bark.

“Leave.”

“I can’t,” the voice is familiar, too familiar.

“I won’t warn you again,” Cassian threatens as I reach the bottom step, but the next words make me falter.

“He knows you’re here. I’m trying to help.”

“Help? You? I don’t?—”

I step up to Cassian’s side, cutting off his tirade as my gaze locks on eyes similar to mine.

“Mother.”

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