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My eyes drift over all of them, taking in their different energy's. Gunner's steady devotion. Dante's fierce protection. August's gentle care. Hawk's wild intensity.
And Cassian. Silent, controlled Cassian with his amber eyes always watching… assessing.
"Cassian," I whisper, and watch his eyes go wide with shock.
He's been holding back more than the others. Staying on the edges, letting them have their moments while he maintains that iron control, he's so famous for.
But underneath all that scary exterior, he's the gentlest soul. And right now, I want that gentleness. I want to see the teddy bear.
"You sure?" he asks, voice rough but quiet. Always quiet. "I don't want to hurt you."
The concern in his tone makes me shiver. This is what August meant. Even now, with my heat scent flooding the room and driving all of them wild, Cassian's first thought is my comfort.
"I want you," I tell him, reaching for his hand. "I choose you, Cassian."
He inhales sharply, his mask finally cracking. "Daisy." Just my name, but the way he says it holds everything.
"Then show me. But show me the real you. Not the scary fighter everyone else sees."
That breaks something in him. His control doesn't snap like a rubber band… it melts. Slowly, gently, like he's afraid he might break me if he moves too fast.
He approaches me like I'm made of glass, settling beside me on the bed with endless care. When he touches my face, his massive hands are so gentle I want to cry.
"You're sure?" he asks again, amber eyes searching mine.
"Yes," I breathe. "Please."
He leans down to kiss me. It's soft. Like he's worshipping me with his mouth. When I try to deepen it, he pulls back slightly, maintaining that gentle control.
"Let me," he murmurs against my lips, voice barely there. "I want to do this right."
Through both bonds, I feel Dante and Gunner's approval. Their desire at seeing this side of Cassian. The side that's gentle and protective and makes me feel cherished.
His hands are everywhere, but each touch is deliberate. Thoughtful. Like he's memorizing every inch of my skin. When he cups my breasts, it's with worship, not possessiveness.
"Beautiful," he breathes, and his voice sounds amazed. "Perfect."
Another cramp hits and I whimper, but Cassian's there immediately. His hand finds my lower back, applying firm pressure that somehow eases the cramping.
"Better?" he asks, continuing the massage with those gentle hands.
"Yes," I gasp. "How did you..."
"August told me,” he says simply. "I wanted to learn."
It makes me feel all warm inside.
His mouth trails down my throat, over my collarbones. When he reaches my breasts, he's incredibly gentle. Soft kisses and tender attention that make me arch into his touch.
"That's it," he encourages softly.
I'm vaguely aware of the others watching. Feel Dante's arousal spike through our bond as he watches Cassian's gentleclaiming. They love seeing this side of him too. The tender protector he really is beneath all that scary exterior.
"Please," I whimper as another wave of heat builds. "I need more."
"What do you need?" he asks, breath hot against my skin. "Tell me."
"Your mouth," I breathe. "I need your mouth on me."
