“You feel good to me.”
Ridiculously pleased by his compliment, she smiled and pressed her forehead to his chest. “Ditto.”
He turned her, and she let him press her back into the wall. The hard steel of his cock branded her skin. She gasped, a wave of cream flowing through her core.
His lips found her cheek, trailed down to her mouth to nibble there. Nipples beaded in response to his soft touch. Speaking between kisses he said, “I know it’s early, but I want you.” Gruff, sleepy words.
His mouth captured hers in a demanding kiss that curled her toes as he lifted her, wrapped her legs around him. Hot trailed down her neck and shoulder, wreaking havoc on her senses. He bit her shoulder, then nudged her entrance with his cock questioningly.
“Do you want me?”
More than anything. “Yes, Darien. Yes.”
He groaned and caught her lips again as he slowly slid inside her. His thick length spread her wide as he pushed through her tight muscles. She didn’t think she’d ever get used to this feeling. To the rush that swept through her blood, made her heart pound and her skin tight as he filled her.
The instant he touched her deep inside, he retreated only to do it again and again. His moves were slow, torturing her with agonized pleasure as he pushed again and again through her wet pussy.
She found his lips and darted her tongue between them. What he was doing was killing her inside. She didn’t want this sweet lovemaking. Because it wasn’t love. He didn’t love her. He wouldn’t let himself.
Anger and desperation blinded her, had her clawing at his back and biting his lip. He pulled back to look at her with stunned, wide eyes. His hand caressed her thigh gently, up and down. She hated it. He wanted her for one thing, and if there was no love for her than how dare he treat her so sweetly. He’d leave her with only the bittersweet memories of his touch if she let him.
“Take me,” she growled between tight lips.
His smile was slow, sure..., and sexy as hell. He reached down to cup an ass cheek in one big hand and open her up further with the hand on her thigh. He was spreading her, making her open and submissive to him.
She sighed blissfully as he started to move again, but now his thrusts were even slower, dragging through her sensitive flesh until she was sweating. Her hips rocked against his, urging him to move faster, to take her. In and out. In and out.
Somehow his touch was so much more intense this way. He started moving harder inside her, letting each thrust pound against her. He growled and nuzzled her hair away from her neck, then his teeth claimed her, locking her in place.
Cassie’s pleasure exploded out of her. She tried to scream, but her throat closed up and all she could do was gasp in chunks of air.
His teeth sank further into her and for a moment she thought he’d break the skin and taste blood. The thought made her wild, had her setting her nails into his back and scratching at him as the waves of her orgasm rippled through her.
His thrusts turned urgent in a second. He hammered into her, taking her with a savagery that curled her toes and sent moans out from her throat. His hands squeezed her hips so tight she knew he’d leave marks.
He took her with a ferocity that threw her into another orgasm. She couldn’t believe it, but he tunneled through her wet flesh so fast, each stroke hitting against her aching clit, and she exploded again. She wrapped her legs tightly around his thighs as her cries echoed off the bathroom wall.
His cries joined hers as he took her in rough thrusts. He landed deep inside, his hips jerking against hers as his cock jetted his release into her. It was hot and thick and dripped out of her as he pulled himself out of her.
He held her for minutes, then methodically soaped and washed her from her hands to feet, even though she’d done it already. It was so sweet, so like him that it broke her heart. He cleaned himself quickly and then carried her back to bed.
The only thing she could think as he set her down was that she loved him. She loved him so damned much. And she could never have him.
Chapter 11
“I need to tell you something,” Cassie said after they were dressed. Darien turned to her with a sharp look in his eyes. He nodded, giving her permission.
“I’m ready to talk about Daniel.” I’m ready because I won’t be here much longer. She hated that she had to lie and keep that part from him, but she couldn’t risk his life, or the Kategan’s, any more than she already had. The only chance Darien had now was if she ran and didn’t stop.
Darien took the seat across from her and just looked at her. His eyes didn’t judge, he simply waited. Patient, gentle.
She thought of the a thousand different places where she could start her story, but couldn’t choose one. Finally she shrugged and said, “I don’t know where to start.”
“Tell me who hurt you and why you went running the day I found you.” Okay. Deep breaths.
“Daniel, his name is Daniel. I guess he hurt me because I made him mad again. It wasn’t the first time and—” she nearly finished, and it won’t be the last but she caught herself at the last second, “he’s always had a temper like that. Ever since I can remember.”
She looked up at him, wanting to see his reaction. His body was still, his hand rested neatly on his thighs. His eyes gave him away. They held anger so potent and terrifying, she’d only ever seen one person come close to it...Daniel.
“How do you know him?” She squeezed her eyes shut. This was going to be much harder than she thought. She’d never talked to anyone about Daniel, because the only people she knew were members of his clan. And all of them knew how he was.
“I’ve known him since I was four.”
“Are you his family?” You can do it, Cassie. Do it because you won’t have any other chance. He spilled his guts to you about his past, the most you can do is share yours. It was easy to give herself a pep talk, but it was much harder to actually make the words come out of her mouth.
“I guess there’s no other way for me to say it, but to come right out and do it. I’m Daniel’s fiancé.”
Darien exploded from his seat and. She couldn’t help but cringe and look away. She never should have come into his life, then her heart wouldn’t be breaking and the man whom she loved wouldn’t be in danger.
“Continue,” he growled, stalking in front of her like a caged lion.
Somehow the words just came. “I have no living family, so when my father died, what happened to me was left to the eldest of the clan--Daniel. It also didn’t help that dad left a mission that stated Daniel and me had his blessing to mate when I turned twenty-five, which I just did two weeks ago.”
“Daniel was his closest friend. I was raised by nurses through Daniel’s care, and when I turned eighteen he brought me to live with him.”
His eyes cut to hers, filled with barely contained anger. “Did he touch you?” Her cheeks grew how under his gaze.
“Yes, but not how you think. If I made him mad...well he’s always had a heavy hand.”
Before Darien could growl or hit something, a knock sounded at the front door. Darien stormed to it and threw it open.
“Oh hey, Darien.” Alison bounced on her toes with a cute smile on her face. Suddenly she turned and spoke to someone behind her. “When’s his birthday? He needs a Twilight hoody or something. I could totally see him wearing that.”
“Oh, good call.” Cassie recognized that voice as Vane’s mate—Sarina. What were they doing here so early? Surely when they asked her to hang out with them, they didn’t mean at ten in the morning.