Page 46 of The Court of Truth

“Go on then.” He rolls his eyes instead. I know he’s not going to say it, but a girl can hope. “I’m surprised we haven’t seen the others yet,” I admit, wondering what Kryll, Brody, and Raiden might have been up to since Cassian tore me away from the castle.

He stuffs his hand into his pocket, retrieving his cell phone as he waves it in my face to reveal several messages in the group chat. “You really should carry your cell phone more often,” he states, and I scoff.

“Probably.”

The moonlight casts down in the distance where there’s a break in the trees to reveal his lone cabin waiting for us. He ushers me through the door, kicking it shut behind us as he sighs.

“Tonight was nice. Not just mingling with everyone and showing them this can work, but for me and you. I don’t think we’ve ever done anything so casual the entire time we’ve known each other,” I admit, attempting to slip my hand from his, but his grasp only tightens.

Turning my gaze to his, I frown.

“Oh, we’re not done,” he insists, tugging me closer so we’re chest to chest.

“We’re not?”

He shakes his head as his tongue sweeps across his bottom lip. My body tenses with excitement as his hand cups my pussy perfectly.

“You didn’t think I was going to let you go without a piece of this first, did you?”

26

CASSIAN

The guys are itching to have her back, so I need to make the most of every moment with my girl before the time comes. I need her to feel me, remember me, and I need to be consumed by her every breath for as long as I can.

Watching her back at Janie’s was indescribable.

She owned that fucking room, just like she owns me. There’s a part of me that wants to scream “fuck it” and go on the tour with her, but the other part of me is desperate to be better at this alpha shit. The wolves deserve so much more than what my father previously offered, and that starts with me making selfless decisions. Especially when I’d rather be selfish.

Her core is sizzling to the touch, even through her pants, and when I grind my palm against her, a gasp echoes around the room.

“Are you going to do that teasing thing again, or… fuck.” Her sass drifts into a curse of pleasure, followed by a heavy moan as I tighten my hold on her pussy. The seam of her pants is probably causing her discomfort, but it seems the friction balances on the line between pain and pleasure and she flexes her hips, eager for more.

“We don’t have much time,” I admit, cupping her cheek with my free hand as I look deep into her eyes. Our breaths mingle between us as she softly shakes her head.

“How long?”

“Not long enough for what I want to do to your body, Alpha,” I rasp, my cock threatening to burst the button on my pants with desperation as she flutters her lashes.

“Then stop wasting time talking and spend it… fucking.” She preens, the grin on her lips infectious as she tries to suppress it by sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, but all it does is add fuel to the raging fire within me.

Tightening my hold on her chin, her eyes blow wide, the tension rippling through us so intensely it threatens to steal my breath.

“Strip.” It’s an order, a command, one she doesn’t shy away from as she instantly slips her hands beneath the waistband of her pants.

I reluctantly release my hold on her and reach for the hem of her t-shirt, exposing the soft planes of her stomach before revealing her bright red bra hidden beneath.

Fuck.

A flash of her panties a moment later confirms they’re matching, just as blood red as the fabric on her chest. The lace is enticing, luring me deeper into her depths as she kicks her boots off and slips free of her pants until she’s standing in front of me in only her pretty lingerie.

“I don’t know who I have to thank for this masterpiece, but it still doesn’t do you justice,” I admit, raking my eyes over the length of her once, twice, three times for good measure.

“Your words shouldn’t caress me like that,” she muses, her thighs clenching as she presses them together.

“You’re addicting,” I growl, reaching for her waist and pulling her chest flush against me, lifting her just enough so we’re face to face, her toes pressing into my boots reminding me how delicate she is in my grasp.

“And you’re fully dressed,” she retorts, quirking a brow at me as she reminds me of the bark she keeps hidden under her sweetness.

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