The Gamma’s Second Chance (Crescent Lake #3)

14. Chapter 14

Chapter 14

NOLAN

The last vestiges of my insecurities, my doubts, and my fears of once again being rejected and tossed aside vanish without a trace as Cassandra yanks me down, reaches up on her toes, and presses her lips to mine again. My hand falls from the doorknob, and I grip her waist, wrinkling my shirt on her body with the insistent digging of my fingers into her soft, pliant body.

“You’re infuriating, you know that?” she says, her lips brushing mine. Her eyes brighten with one of her signature smiles, the smiles I’ve come to long for, the smiles I want to stick in my back pocket for when I need a pick-me-up.

“I’m infuriating?” I ask, frowning at her, my nose tracing along her cheekbone, and she nods. “How so?”

“You’re so guarded and hard to read.”

Her hand glides across my face, her eyes tracking the movements. I kiss right next to her ear, keeping her body flush with mine, not letting her drift even a fraction of an inch away from me. She feels just as good in my arms as I thought she would, her body tucked into mine and shielded from the world. She fits right under my chin, and I have to duck my head and hunch my body to kiss her and keep her close. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“And what about you?” I ask, my lips twitching in amusement.

“Me?” she says with indignation.

“Yes, Daisy. You.” I shake my head and chuckle to myself. “You drive me up the wall.”

“Because you hate me?”

I nudge her with my nose, forcing her to tilt her face towards mine again, our mouths hovering over each other and our breath mingling. “No. Because you’re sassy and fiery and stubborn. Because you’re as wild as the daisies dancing in your scent. And because no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t hate you. And now you’re all I think about. You, and your smiles, and your wildflowers.”

I lower my mouth to hers again, kissing her harder. She arches into me, molding her body to the curve of mine as I hold myself at her height to kiss her, cradling her to me with gentle possessiveness.

Just like when she matched me blow for blow during our battle of wills as unwilling roommates, she matches me kiss for kiss as I hold her to my body and give in to all the desires I’ve held back since the morning she first smiled at me in Wesley’s office. I give her everything, deepening our kiss and pushing my tongue into her willing mouth, provoking a soft sigh from her throat. My hands drift down to her hips, still squeezing and clinging to her. I dig my fingers into her ass, massaging it once before cupping it into my hands and spinning her, pinning her between the door and my body.

Our hips grind together, and I brace my hand on the door, rutting harder against her. My cock aches and strains within the confines of my clothing, twitching as I rub it against the sweet spot between her thighs, the spot I’m dying to sink my dick into, the spot I’m desperate to taste and feel and see.

I groan at that thought and slam my hips into hers, pressing all of my body against hers. I can’t get close enough to her. This explosion of lust between us is overwhelming and yet also not enough. The intensity is unmatched, and I could kick myself for pushing her away, keeping her at arm’s length while thinking it would be a terrible idea to give in to my ever-growing need for her.

But how can it be wrong when it feels so right? When she responds so beautifully to my touch and gives me command of her body? When she’s quivering in my arms, a second away from begging me to fuck her against the front door?

“Are you sure you want this?” I ask, gasping for air but still kissing her between my words.

I know she does. I can feel it in how she’s clinging to me and kissing me and hear it in the cadence of her breathing and the melody of her moans. But something in me needs her to say it. I need verbal confirmation from her.

“Are you sure?” she asks, echoing my question back to me, her arms tightening around my neck.

I pulse my hips against hers, nudging against her entrance through her tight little shorts. “What makes you think I wouldn’t be?”

One shoulder lifts in a shrug, and I kiss down her jaw as she answers me. “I don’t know. There was that ring on your table, and—”

I growl and nip at her throat, cutting her off. “I’m kissing you like my life will end if I don’t, grinding my dick against your pussy, and you’re worried about a fucking piece of jewelry you saw on my table weeks ago?”

She smiles, a soft laugh shaking her body in my arms. I slide my hands up her back, bringing the hem of the shirt with them and wrapping the fabric around my fist, yanking it so it molds to her perky breasts, showcasing the perfect roundness of them.

“Now tell me, Cassandra: are you sure you want this?” I ask again, one hand tracing the waistband of her shorts, raising goosebumps on her smooth, soft, flawless skin.

“Goddess, yes,” she says with a sigh, her chin tilting up and her pussy rubbing along my dick as her hips roll.

“Thank fuck.”

I groan in relief, my hand slipping into her shorts as I tear the shirt over her head. She clutches at my shoulders, the back of her head hitting the door as my fingers reach her pussy, and my other hand cups her breast through her bra. My growl of satisfaction echoes off the door at what my fingers find in her shorts.

“You’re fucking soaked for me, Daisy,” I say, thumbing over her hardened nipple as my fingers play with her wet pussy lips.

She rewards me with a soft moan, and fuck if it isn’t the most beautiful piece of music I have ever heard. I pinch her nipple, tugging it so it hardens more, still teasing her entrance with my other hand—but steering clear of her clit for now. She bares her neck to me as she writhes while I play with her, and I slice through her sports bra, throwing it to the ground as her breasts bounce free from the confining fabric. They rise and fall with each of her rapid breaths, soft and creamy and full, and topped with gorgeous pink nipples that point straight towards me, both of them hard and waiting for me to taste.

My hand leaves her shorts and I cup her bare breasts, kissing her neck as I caress them, taking my time to appreciate the softness of her body. They fit perfectly in my large hands, her nipples peeking out between my fingers. Her body rocks against mine, and I pin her to the door with my hips, my hands playing with and exploring her breasts. I alternate between rough, massaging squeezes and soft, featherlight touches, and she responds to each with equal enthusiasm, sighing and moaning almost nonstop.

“Do you like this?” I ask her, kissing the front of her throat.

She groans, her body vibrating with pleasure under my ministrations. “I do.”

I can’t help but smile against her skin, and my fingers circle her nipples. “What else do you like?”

“Everything,” she says on an exhale. “I like everything you’re doing, Nolan. And I want more. I need more.”

“Oh, don’t worry, Daisy…” I chuckle, leaning forward so the vibrations travel from my chest through my hands and to her breasts. “I’m going to give you more.”

My lips travel from her neck to her chest, and I lift a breast, encircling her nipple with my mouth and teasing it with my tongue. Her taut stomach clenches, and her hands tighten, gripping my shirt in her fists. I moan with her breast in my mouth and squeeze the other, letting my palm scrape over her nipple.

Her lips part as she catches her breath, and she scratches at my back through my shirt. I kiss down her body, shimmying out of my shirt and tossing it aside as I kneel in front of her. My palm skims up the outside of her leg, stroking the full length of it, kissing her hip bone exposed by the skewed waistband of her shorts. When I reach the top of her thigh, I trace swirling lines on her skin, and she blinks at me, watching my hand as it draws spiraling shapes on her leg.

I bite her waistband, yanking it as far as the elastic will allow before letting it snap back into place, eliciting a tiny yelp from her. “The one day you don’t wear a dress,” I say, shaking my head as I scold her.

“You like my dresses?”

“Like them? I love them. But I also hate them.” She cocks her head in confusion. “I hate how they hide your perfect legs from my eyes,” I say, skimming my palm down and back up the side of her leg. “But I love how it means no one else can see them either.” I tug on her shorts again before tearing through the stretchy fabric of them and her underwear with one claw, leaving her naked, her fingernails scraping against the front door. “And I love that they’ll give me access to this.” I run my knuckle between her lower lips, gliding it from her entrance to her clit, stopping right before I touch it.

From the floor between her legs, I gaze up at her, taking in every inch of her stunning beauty, reveling in it. Delight is painted across her face, her lips shining and parted, a pink flush spreading over her cheeks and down her chest. Her soft, subtle curves tempt and tease my eyes, from the swell of her full breasts to the dip in her waist before the slight flare of her hips, to her gorgeous, endless legs I adore so much. She trembles in anticipation, body pressed to the door, waiting for me to give her what she wants.

Everything about her begs me to touch her. To taste her. To fuck her. She’s a wildflower, plucked from a field and placed in my home to brighten my days and lighten my soul. She’s a song I want to play on my guitar, one that is yet to be written but is stuck in my head on an endless loop.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Daisy,” I say, leaning closer to her waiting pussy, my finger slipping between her lips. I inhale, my hand squeezing her thigh, stopping its mindless drawing of swirls on her skin. “And you smell just as exquisite.” I hover over her, teasing her entrance with my warm breath, little desperate cries leaving her lips. “I wonder if you taste exquisite, too.”

My finger thrusts up into her, and a shout of pleasure escapes her as I kiss her pussy, focusing the attention of my lips on her clit. I keep her in place with my hand on her thigh, helping her stay upright as I taste her for the first time.

It’s fucking heaven.

Her thighs shake, and her hands fly wildly, roaming her body and searching for something to hold on to, her vocalizations echoing in my entryway. Her hips grind her pussy harder against my mouth, and I groan, pumping my finger in and out of her in time with the gyrations of her hips and the movements of my lips. I close my eyes at her taste, at the feel of her fucking my face, and I grip her leg so tight, I’m sure there will be bruises there when we’re finished.

Bruises that mark her as mine.

Mine.

Mine for however long she’s here, for however long she’s willing to give me. I don’t care if she’s leaving in a few months. There’s no denying it any longer.

I want her.

No, I need her.

I need her in my arms. I need her sweaty, shaking, and screaming my name as she falls apart around my cock.

I need all of her.

“Cassandra…” Her name leaves my lips like the lyrics of a hymn, and I gaze up at her from my knees as I worship her body with my mouth, my hands, and my tongue.

She may be Daisy when she’s infuriating me and when I’m teasing her. But when she’s like this? When she’s hurtling towards an orgasm and is the embodiment of pure bliss and carnal delights? Like this, she is Cassandra.

My Cassandra. Mine for this moment, even if it’s the only moment I get with her.

Because once is better than never.

I keep kissing her and playing with her. All my focus is on her and her satisfaction. Nothing else matters—not even my own needs—until she finds her sweet release with my mouth on her pussy.

Her thighs tense and threaten to smash my skull between them, but I hold them apart, keeping her spread for me. I find her clit with my thumb and brush over it, maintaining my steady rhythm that matches everything she’s giving me. Her release draws nearer, and I let her take what she needs from me. I follow her lead until she moans and pulses against me, finding euphoria from me and me alone. Her body relaxes with every wave pouring from her, and I wrap my arms around her, holding her up with all my strength as she loses herself to my touch, my kisses, and her orgasm.

All of it is the most breathtaking sight I’ve ever seen.

The rolling of her hips slows, but her breaths remain harsh as I rise from the floor and hug her to me, kissing her lips once more. Her fingers tremble and curl on my chest, and her bare breasts and naked torso press against my skin, soft and heavenly.

Her gorgeous body in my arms has my dick twitching, and I groan into her mouth as her hips grind against mine. I’m ready to take her here on the floor of the entry, but with the way I want to fuck her, the hard floor would ruin her back for days, even with her lycan healing.

Instead, I coast my hands down her back to her little round butt and lift her so her magnificent legs wrap around my waist, our lips never parting, and I carry her into the living room. My bedroom is too far, and I’m close to combusting if I don’t have her soon.

And then reality hits me, clarity breaking through for a second. “Fuck!” I freeze a foot away from the couch and groan, leaning my head towards the ceiling in frustration. Cassandra flinches back and blinks up at me, her green eyes filling with panic and a hint of hurt. “I don’t have a condom,” I say quickly to ease her growing fear.

She shakes her head and swallows, eyes wide, her reply rambling and flustered in her lustful, post-orgasmic state. “It’s fine. I’m fine. It’s not a problem. I mean, I can’t—”

“Oh, thank the fucking Goddess.”

Diving forward, I cut her words off with a kiss. Her response is all I need to hear to know the condom is unnecessary.

I lunge for the couch and place her on the cushions, on top of the blankets she used when she slept there last night. I tear myself away from her to remove the rest of my clothes, and then I’m over her again, settling myself between her thighs and cupping her jaw with my hand as our lips find each other like two sets of magnets.

I almost lose it as my dick slips between her wet pussy lips, a hiss of pleasure leaving my mouth. My fingers flex on her hip, and I rock against her, moving back and forth until my tip notches at her entrance. Her hands cover mine, and our eyes meet, our noses brushing and our mouths hovering, our breath mingling as everything pauses. Everything teeters on a precipice. Everything hinges on this singular moment, this moment right before we join as one.

“Please, Nolan,” she whispers, turning to kiss my palm on her face.

Her plea is my undoing, the permission I didn’t realize I needed. I press my hips forward and into her, sliding my dick in as far as I can, groaning at the feel of her around me. I pulse in and out of her until I can go no further, until she’s taking all of me into her gorgeous, sweet pussy.

“Finally,” I say as I pause my motions, giving her time to adjust to my size and the feel of me stretching her.

But my little flower doesn’t want time. She squirms beneath me, clawing at me and searching for friction, for more of what I’m giving her.

So I give her more. I roll my hips, pulling out until only an inch of my dick remains, and then crashing back in. I leave enough space between our bodies to dip my head and watch her pussy stretch around my cock as it disappears inside her.

“Your pussy takes me so well,” I say, stroking down her body to her breast and thumbing over her nipple. It tightens into a point, and I pinch it and tug on it, drawing a gasp from her mouth and sending rippling goosebumps across her skin as she shudders. “And your body knows exactly how to respond to my touch.”

Her arms circle my neck, tugging me closer to her until skin meets skin and not even air fits between our bodies. We’re as close as we can be, as close as I wanted us to be when our lips finally met for the first time. We move together, my cock gliding in and out of her. Every inch of her pussy feels like the sweetest paradise. Her body melts into my arms as I make love to her. The moans and sighs leaving her as we climb higher towards ecstasy are music to my ears, a melody of sensuality, a symphony of sinful eroticism.

“Harder.” Her fingers dig into my shoulders, then trace down my tattooed spine as she slams her hips up into me. “Stop holding yourself back from me, Nolan. I can take it.”

I lean away from her, swallowing as her request settles over me. I thought I was taking her hard already, but over the years I’ve retreated into myself, hiding my need to be rough and dominant because Rachel preferred gentle and sweet. Like a key unlocking a padlocked chain, my restraint falls away, and I give her what we both desperately want, giving in to my true sexual proclivities for the first time since—well, since my first time.

My body tenses as I ready myself, hooking her leg over my shoulder and caressing the long, inviting limb from her hip to her ankle, squeezing and massaging as I go, kissing up and down her calf. And then I lean forward and drive into her, thrusting her body up, her breasts bouncing with the impact.

Her hands fly up, and she braces herself on the arm of the couch, pushing back into me even as I pound into her, harder and faster with each passing moment, unable to pace myself now that I have her spread out beneath me and submitting to me so readily. I grip her hips to keep her still so I can have my way with her, leaving more marks on her skin. Deeper, darker bruises than the ones I gave her while tasting her, bruises that are sure to last at least an entire day, bruises that will be hidden from everyone’s view but that I’ll know are there, marring her skin and staking a secret claim.

I thought our joining before was perfection, but now that she’s given me permission to take her how I truly want, now that I’m freed from the chains of my past, it’s even better. She’s glorious, her hair fanning out behind her, her eyes hooded, her lips parted, and her breasts bouncing hard as I fuck her.

With an echoing, vibrating growl, I lean forward more, grabbing a fistful of her hair near her nape and yanking hard, exposing her throat to me. She groans, and her fingers curl against the cushioned armrest.

“Fuck yes!” she exclaims as I bend down to kiss and suck on her neck. “Just like that, Nolan.”

A ripple of possessiveness and excitement rushes through me at the sound of her moaning my name, and I nip at her throat, scraping my teeth along the length of it. I’ve never responded to anyone like this, never felt the need to insinuate the act of marking while mating with a female. But she’s nothing like anyone I’ve been with. Everything about her awakens the most feral, primal, animalistic parts of me, the parts that long to claim and protect.

Our bodies continue slamming together as I pound into her harder and harder, and I’m lost in the feel of her beneath me, quivering and panting as she submits to my relentless movements. I’m drawn in by the expression on her face and the needy noises she makes as I toy with her body. Sweat dampens our skin, shining in the sunshine filtering in near my piano, highlighting the sensual flush on her cheekbones and her chest.

Her pussy tightens around me, and I grunt and clench my jaw, knowing my release draws nearer. My fingers tighten in her hair, twisting and tugging the soft, silky strands, and my other hand moves between us to her swollen clit. I thumb over it, softly at first, gradually increasing the pressure and the speed until it matches our movements.

She succumbs to the sensations first, a sharp cry of ecstasy ringing in my ears as she comes, her arms wrapping around me and pulling me closer again. Her neck arches as she moans and writhes through her orgasm, and I fall too, toppling over the edge and into euphoria with her. My enraptured growl is almost a roar, and my entire body tenses as all I’ve held in exits me in thrumming pulses, a release like none I’ve ever experienced. I embrace Cassandra as the waves ripple through my body and into my soul, rocking into her as I eke out every drop of my orgasm, every second of fulfillment, making it last as long as I can.

Our lips meet as the orgasm fades, but the bliss I’m in only deepens. I twist onto my side while keeping her close, tucked between me and the back of the couch, and held in the safe circle of my arms, my body relaxed and my soul calm. The beats of our hearts match, easing to a regulated pace, mirrored by the slowing of our kisses, until everything stops, and all that’s left is her and me, and the passionate, incredible moment we shared.