Page 7 of Lucifer's Hounds

The elevator dings and we step out. Cass glances over at me, waiting. I turn right and pull him along with me. We stop in front of room twelve and I look up at him.

“Here I am.”

There’s a light in this man and when he smiles, his eyes hold a scorching desire in them. I can see the flames there and I want nothing more right now than to play with fire.

"Goodnight, again, Lilly.”

He’s being a gentleman and I’m not sure how I feel about that. Is that what I want right now? When he turns to walk away, I grab his arm. He gives me an intriguing look and I know right in this minute that I will not let him go without having him to myself, even if it is only for one night. I grab him by the top of his cut and drag him into my room.

Cass doesn’t hesitate. He walks in and shuts the door behind himself before he picks me up. His lips are on mine so fast. My legs wrap around his waist as he pushes me into the wall by the door. This kiss is nothing like the one we shared in the parking lot earlier. It’s rough. Hard. Fuckinghot.

I’m wet and aching for him already. His hands run over my body, stopping at my black dress shorts. His skilled hands unbutton them and without missing a beat, he sets me down, strips them off, then has me back against the wall. I tug his cutoff and pull on his shirt. He steps back long enough to remove those items of clothing and picks me up, carrying me to the bed. He lays me down beneath him and undoes his belt buckle.

For someone that looks like he can bench press a Buick, his touch is soft. I can only make out a silhouette of him in the dark room as he hovers above me, but my God if it isn’t the sexiest fucking silhouette. Broad shoulders that taper down to a slim waist. My mouth nearly fucking waters. He presses his lips to my jaw. Trails down my neck. To my ear. I gasp at the heat of his tongue sliding across my skin. I push my hips upward against his rock-hard cock. Cass mimics the sound I made, gasping at the movement.

My lips find his hungrily as my hands struggle to free him from his boxers. I toss them across the room and my hand finds him instantly, stroking his length. He’s thick and long and feels so fucking good in my hand. Cass lets out a whimper as I stroke him. The want in him fueled by my touch, he grabs the side of my black lace underwear and rips them off.

There goes that pair of underwear. His mouth never leaves mine as his fingers find my clit. I moan into his mouth at his touch, letting the sensation devour me. Cass pulls back and reaches over the side of the bed, grabbing his blue jeans. He pulls a condom out and opens it, sliding it on in record time.

My pussy aches, the need to feel him inside me intensifying with every passing second. I’m both nervous and excited. Cass’s hands curl underneath my back and he rolls onto his back, placing me on top of him. Gripping the hem of my shirt, he pulls it over my head and unclasps my bra, tossing them both on the floor.

His hands caress my nipples and my back arches. I tilt my head back with my eyes closed, soaking in the feel of his hands on my chest. I cannot wait another minute to know what he feelslike inside of me. I lean forward and position him at my core. Slowly, I slide down as he stretches me. Fills me.

“Fuck…” he moans as I take him all in.

My legs tremble at the pleasurable sensation. I grind my hips against him slowly, leaning down to place gentle kisses across his neck, making an invisible trail to his lips. My tongue searches for his as I move up and down slowly, taking him in fully. Cass places his hands on my hips and thrusts upward into me. I let out a cry, mustering everything I have in me to keep moving. My orgasm is building quickly. He’s hitting that sweet spot inside me. I sit up straight on top of him and ride him hard. I rock my hips back and forth and he offers his hands for me to hold. I grip them for leverage and throw my head back. I’m so close to pouring over the edge of ecstasy.

I begin tightening around him and from the sounds he’s making, he can feel it. I want to hang onto this feeling of being right on the edge. It’s so intense though that fighting is starting to be too much.

"Lilly, you're going to make me come," Cass whispers, gripping my hips so hard that I feel his pulse through his fingertips.

Every move I make intensifies the euphoria of my building orgasm.

"Fuck!" Cass gasps. I feel his undoing as he releases inside of me. That was all I needed to be pushed over the edge. I come around him hard. My orgasm shakes me and last for what feels like hours. I force myself to keep moving; to elongate this bliss pouring out of me but I can’t take it anymore. Any energy that I had left was drained with that orgasm and I collapse on top of Cass. He wraps his arms around me, and I nuzzle my head beneath his chin. The will to move has left my body entirely.

Although we’re both covered in sweat and breathing heavily, I don’t want to ruin the moment. Cass cranes his head downward at an angle and kisses my forehead.

"You, Lilly Summers, are amazing." The smile on his face presses into my forehead, making me smile.

"Thank you. You're not so bad yourself." I struggle to sit up but somehow manage to and head to the bathroom to clean up.

"Sorry about your underwear," Cass calls from the bed. I walk out with a damp towel and lay it across his hips.

"I didn't like them that much anyway."

He sits up and looks at me. "You're so beautiful."

I feel heat rush to my cheeks, even more-so than was already there.

“Thank you,” I say, fidgeting with a lock of my hair. Cass lies back on the bed.

“Whew!” I lie down beside him and position myself in the empty space between his arm and his chest. I look at him, lying next to me with his eyes closed and quirky grin on his face. I close my eyes and run my hand through the hair on his chest.

I’ve never been with a man who had hair on their chest, but I learned today that I find it extremely attractive. Relaxed and drained, I let myself drift off to sleep in the comfort of his arms.

Chapter Two

Iwake the next morning to the sound of the hotel room door clicking shut. Still groggy, I replay the events from last night over in my head. It’s one of the most perfect nights I can recall. My lip involuntarily pouts when I realize Cass is no longer beside me. He didn’t even say goodbye. That fucking sucks.

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