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

16. Chapter 16

Chapter 16

NOLAN

Sunlight streams into my bedroom, and the clock on my nightstand reads a little after ten a.m. The latest I’ve slept in seven years. Usually I wake at six—or even earlier—without an alarm, and I’m out of bed and out the door for my run within fifteen minutes of waking.

But this morning, I’m more rested than I ever remember being, and I’m content to stay in my bed and be lazy.

Because this morning, I have Cassandra with me.

She lies on her side, her body stretched out next to mine, her arm draped across my chest, and her hand covering my heart. Her head rests on my shoulder, and our legs tangle together beneath the sheets of my bed. I comb my fingers through the loose, wavy strands of her hair, and my other hand roams her body, coasting over her bare lower half—still naked from yesterday—up to her neck and back down to her upper thighs in long, unhurried, uninterrupted strokes. She snoozes away in my arms, also unbothered by the late morning hour, her body getting the rest it so desperately needs.

After I brought her to my room yesterday, we spent the remainder of the day in my bed. She ate the snack I made for her, and then she slept—at my insistence—wrapped in my arms for much of her slumber. She woke only a few times, briefly, further proof I was right, and she needed more rest than she thought she did.

I won’t tell her that, though. I know better.

My hand climbs her body again, and my fingers skim over her neck, tracing across the soft, thin skin there as I think about yesterday, when I dragged my teeth along the same spot, implying the act of marking.

It wasn’t because I wanted to mark her or felt the urge or need from my wolf to claim her. My canines weren’t even out. But the neck, especially the spot where we place our marks, is extra sensitive for us. The act of scraping one’s teeth over the skin there—even without our fangs out—isn’t something done during a casual hookup. Not because it’s taboo, but because it signifies something so deep and symbolic to us. It’s almost like a promise.

And I’m not sure how to feel about that. Or how she feels about it. But unless she brings it up first, I won’t say anything about it. Not yet anyway. Not until I’ve had time to digest and process the implications.

Cassandra adjusts her position in her sleep, arching against me and pressing her body harder into mine. Her movements tug the bedsheets down her legs, and my shirt she wears rides up higher until both expose her lower half to me.

Her cute little butt comes into view, and I pull the sheets down more, inch by inch with my foot, until all of her gorgeous long legs are visible. She shivers from the unexpected chill and tries to get closer to me, hooking her leg up higher and, in the process, spreading her thighs further apart.

I groan and bite my knuckles. I can’t see her pretty pussy, but I can feel it through my shorts. And I can smell the slightest hint of arousal wafting towards me from between her legs. My dick twitches, growing harder than it already was from me waking with her so close to me and in my arms, as her wildflower scent fills my nose.

Resisting her for the rest of the day yesterday was difficult, but because I knew she needed the rest more than I needed to get my dick wet, I held back. But fuck, I don’t know if I can resist her any longer. She’s such a tempting little thing, and I am a male starved.

“What are you thinking about?”

I blink and remove my fist from between my teeth, tilting my head down towards a groggy Cassandra. Immediately, I cup her cheek and lower my mouth to hers, giving her a good morning kiss. I make it quick, pulling back almost as soon as I initiate the kiss. But she follows me, her hand gliding up my neck to my jaw and holding me in place as she deepens our kiss.

“Tell me what you were thinking about,” she says again, her voice raspy from sleep. Her fingers curl and stroke my jawline, scratching through the short, stubbly facial hair there.

“You, of course,” I say, kissing her nose.

She smiles. “And?”

My hand coasts down her body to her ass, and I squeeze it, making her hips roll. “And this.” My hand roams around further, between her legs and to her pussy. It’s already wet, and she opens her legs more for me, without me prompting her, like a good fucking girl. “And this,” I say, dipping the tip of my finger inside her. “Mostly this, actually.”

“Mmm,” is all she says in reply, her eyes closed again and her pulse thrumming in her throat.

She captures my mouth with hers once more, our kiss slow and exploratory, almost lazy. My finger continues to dip in and out of her as our lips keep dancing. It slips in deeper with each pass, and her pussy grows wetter the more I touch her. Her hips pulse, and she makes soft sounds in her throat, but neither of us rushes the moment. Instead, we luxuriate in the decadent simplicity of being this close, of waking up together. Like it’s the most natural thing in the world, like we’ve been doing this for years.

“I was thinking about all the things I want to do to you,” I say, trailing kisses along her jaw as my finger continues its teasing of her pussy. “About all the ways I want to fuck you.”

A little mewling noise escapes her, and I kiss behind her ear. My free hand cups her ass and yanks her on top of me. Her pussy lands on my cock, and she straddles my hips with her marvelous legs.

“Nolan…” My name leaves her lips with a groaning sigh, and she grinds herself on my dick. The movement and the sound of her voice have it twitching and my jaw clenching as I bite back my own groan.

“That’s right. Moan my name, Cassandra.” I adjust us so I’m against the pillows, and she’s against my chest, bracing herself on my shoulders as she maneuvers her hips on my dick. My hand grips her chin, insistent and unyielding, forcing her to look at me. My finger pumps in and out of her slick, warm pussy, her body moving seductively against mine. “I want you to keep saying it. Moan it, or scream it, it doesn’t matter to me, but I don’t want to hear any words other than my name come out of that pretty mouth while I’m fucking you.”

She licks her lips, and her pupils dilate, her green eyes flickering with the presence of her lycan, and I almost cum then and there. But I grit my teeth and hold it back. I’m not going to blow my load like an inexperienced adolescent. Not when there are so many things I want to do with her, so many ways I want to take her.

“Nod if you understand, Cassandra.” I slip my finger from her pussy. She moans, and her hips try to follow my touch, but I’m already lifting the shirt, drawing the fabric higher and higher as I caress her hip and then her waist, and then the bottom of her breast, her chin still gripped in my other hand. “I said nod if you understand.”

I stop all movements of my hand on her torso, gripping her ribs right beneath her breast so the underneath brushes against my thumb with each of her breaths. But it’s not enough of a touch to satisfy any need. It’s just enough to tease, to torment, to coax her into complying.

She gulps and nods, and I grin, leaning in towards her mouth. “Good girl,” I say, hovering over her lips.

But I attack her neck instead, kissing and sucking on the skin there as I tear the shirt in half and remove it from her body. I don’t care that it’s mine. I have plenty, and I’m not letting my lips leave her skin for a second, not even to remove the clothing that’s blocking her body from me.

And Goddess, what a body. Her body is worthy of my worship. My dick twitches again, and I slow my kisses on her neck to stare down at her exquisite form. It’s like I’m seeing all of her for the first time, even though I fucked her yesterday.

“Shit, you’re stunning,” I groan into her neck, tugging her against me.

My hands are frantic in their movements as they explore her willing body, leaving no part of her smooth skin untouched. I inhale her scent with a long, deep breath, and she arches into me, the movement pushing her breasts against my chest and up higher, the swell of them moving closer to my mouth.

They’re irresistible. I bury my face in them, capturing a nipple with my mouth and sucking on her breast, my teeth scraping the hardened tip. She moans, and her fingernails scratch my skin, her body writhing harder in my lap. Her tits bounce with her movements, even with my mouth attending to one. Her eyes close, and she lets go of all her inhibitions, her lips parting and pure delight shining in all her features.

I grip her hips, digging my thumbs into them, then slide my palms down the tops of her thighs, thighs that tense with every roll of her hips. I spread them wider, spread them so her clit is visible as I gaze down her body to her pussy as I move my mouth to her other breast, switching my attention and repeating the treatment of the first on the second.

Her clit is swollen, practically throbbing, and her pussy leaves a patch of moisture on my shorts, growing wetter and darker by the second. I smile and chuckle, pride rippling through me at knowing all of that is from me, from my hands and mouth on her body. She’s so close to coming, and she doesn’t even have my dick in her yet. And fuck, is she magnificent when she comes.

But I grip her hips again, holding her completely still and tearing my mouth from her breast. I want her to come, but not until her pussy surrounds my cock. Her orgasm needs to happen with my dick deep inside her. I want to feel every single wave of it, want to watch her fall apart while she takes me like the good girl she is.

I lift her off my lap for a moment and yank my shorts off, using my feet to remove them from my legs. My cock bounces free, and I place her right above it, the tip splitting her pussy lips gorgeously as I lower her onto it. They spread and take me without resistance, coating me with her slick arousal, enveloping me in her tight, warm pussy. “Holy shit, that’s beautiful.”

Her head tips up as I watch my dick disappear inside her, her hands moving to caress her body from her neck to her chest and her breasts, and her hair tumbles down her naked back. Her neck arches, and I dive for it just as she slams her hips down, taking all of my cock into her pussy.

“Nolan…” Her voice is nothing more than a whispered moan, and I strain my neck as I again bite back the urge to explode prematurely.

She feels too fucking good wrapped around my cock. But I want this to last. I want her breasts bouncing in my face while she rides me.

I keep her in place again, fingertips digging into her ass as hard as they can, leaving fresh bruises that mix in with the fading ones from yesterday. “Your pussy is paradise, Cassandra,” I say, panting against the front of her throat.

She caresses my biceps and up to my shoulders, leaning closer to me and lowering her chin. I raise my head to kiss her, and our lips meet in a fiery, soul-wrecking kiss. My hold on her loosens, and she rises and drops, her clit rubbing against me as she rolls her hips at the end of her fall.

“Perfection,” I murmur between kisses. I guide her body’s movements, cupping her ass in my hands, my fingertips meeting in the middle. “All of you is completely…” I shake my head and trace her jaw with my nose. “The way your body joins with mine? The way your pussy spreads as it takes my cock? The way your thighs tense and tremble as you ride me?” My mouth meets her ear, and goose bumps erupt over her skin as my breath tickles the shell. “It’s all perfection, Cassandra.”

I lift her up and slam her down, forcing a sharp cry from her, followed by her yelling my name, like I told her to. “Nolan!” Her arms fly around my shoulders, and she clings to me, her hands gripping and pushing against me for leverage.

I groan and lift her again, raising my hips to meet her as I bring her down on my cock again. And again. And again. Harder and faster with each thrust, harder and faster with each beat of her heart and each breath I take, harder and faster as she moans, my name on her tongue and echoing in the room.

Our mouths meet again, and what was fiery and soul-wrecking is now frenzied and desperate. Lips tangle, teeth nip, and tongues battle, both of us fighting for control of the kiss. I grunt as I wrestle with myself over whether to relinquish my control of her hips to pull her hair and gain control of the kiss or keep my hands where they are to stay in charge of our fucking.

But luck is on my side, and I don’t have to choose, because Cassandra tenses more, her hands clutching at my back and her mouth falling open in a silent moan. Her pussy pulses around my cock. She rocks harder against me, and I let go of her ass to stroke her clit and prolong her orgasm.

“Nolan…”

My name leaves her mouth so softly I almost think I imagine it. She closes all the distance between us, and I wrap her in my embrace, one hand gripping the hair at her nape and the other snaking around her waist. I draw her in as close as I can, clinging to her with everything in me. I gaze at her, watching the pure rapture dance across her face as she comes, enjoying the way she moves as she takes what she needs from me. She leaves me breathless with her beauty and her uninhibited sensuality.

She truly is perfection.

As the pulses of her orgasm slow, I flip us so I’m above her, her arms pinned in one of my hands, my other hand wrapping around her throat. I drive my hips into her once, then lean forward, tugging her earlobe with my teeth. She makes a sound deep in her throat, one that transforms into a yell as I punch my hips forward again.

I lift my body off hers, and my hand glides from her neck to her breast. I squeeze it from underneath, massaging the soft but firm body part and pinching her nipple between my fingers. Then my hand moves to her hip, molding to the subtle curve of it and bracing myself before I begin to truly fuck her.

Over and over I slam into her, no longer concerned about holding myself back. She takes it all, submitting to my hold on her, not trying to get her hands free to touch me. She embraces my dominance—revels in it—moaning and screaming my name throughout my relentless pounding of her pussy. Thrust for thrust, she matches me, giving as much as she’s taking, those round tits of hers dancing and her pink nipples tightening as I take her pleasure to new heights.

Like yesterday, I’m wonder-struck by her and her ability to take me like this, her need to be manhandled matching my need to manhandle. My release rushes towards me, brought on not only by the feel of her around my cock, but how she looks spread out beneath me, her thighs wide apart to fit my muscular body, her breasts full and bouncing, and her clit pink and swollen, on the verge of another orgasm.

And because it’s her . Cassandra. Sassy, fiery, Cassandra. My daisy.

“Fuck…”

The word drags out into a moan as I release inside her, my cum leaving me in several long pulses of my cock. My thumb digs into her hip bone, and my hand tightens around her wrists, and one final “Nolan!” falls from her lips. She writhes beneath me, sexy and magnificent and like nothing I’ve ever seen as she falls further into euphoria with me, our bodies moving in flawless unison, two instruments reaching the concluding note of their duet.

My throat stretches as one last groan leaves my lips, and then I’m collapsing over her, keeping most of my weight on my elbow as I remove my cock from her exquisite pussy. I let go of her hands, and she immediately cups my cheeks, giving me a soft kiss that is in every way the exact opposite of the rough sex we shared.

For the first time in seven years, I don’t feel the need to go on a morning run to curb my anxiety. I don’t feel the need to stick to my strict routine. And, for the first time ever, as I lay with Cassandra in our postcoital afterglow, keeping her close and safe in my arms as I caress every inch of her delightful body, I feel fulfilled and content.