With a delicate movement, I eased my arm out from beneath Cassy's head. Her gaze met mine, her eyes soft and hooded. "Derick, what are you doing?" she murmured. The urge to pull her back, to succumb to the moment, was strong, but I held myself in check. Instead, I leaned down and brushed a kiss across her forehead. "I'm just going to start the bath," I explained, my voice low. "We should get cleaned up before bed." With that, I slid out of bed, gathered my discarded boxers, and headed for the bathroom.
The sound of the running water filled the bathroom as the large tub filled with warm water, the steam already beginning to curl upwards. After ensuring the water was at the perfect temperature, I went back into the bedroom. Cassy, who had been dozing on the bed, stirred as I approached. I gently scooped her up, cradling her to my chest, feeling her small frame relax against me. She leaned into my embrace with a soft mumble, "I can walk, you know." I just smiled and kissed her forehead, murmuring reassuringly, "I know, but tonight, let me take care of you." I continued to carry her, her head resting against my shoulder, towards the welcoming warmth of the bathtub.
I carefully avoided any soap or bubbles in the water, acutely aware that they could irritate her healing tattoo. With utmost gentleness, I helped Cassy settle into the bath, then stepped in behind her, positioning myself with a leg on each side to support her as her back rested against me.
The water was just right, a gentle warmth that seemed to chase away the lingering chill of the night.
I ran my fingers through her raven hair, the silken strands a stark contrast to the delicate work of art etched onto her skin. "Does this feel okay, Cassy?" I murmured, my voice a low rumble against the rhythmic slosh of the water. My gaze drifted to her back, tracing the powerful sweep of the raven wings, a constant reminder of her strength and resilience. "I wanted to make sure you were comfortable. After... everything." I watched her closely, searching her face for any sign of discomfort, any echo of the pain I knew could linger.
A soft sigh escaped her lips as she leaned back further against me, her eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment. "It hurt a lot at first, Derick," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "When you… when we…" She trailed off, a faint blush deepening on her cheeks. But then her eyes opened, meeting mine with a warmth that dispelled any lingering doubt. "But then… it felt amazing. Truly amazing." She shifted, a subtle movement that made my heart skip a beat. Before I could even register what was happening, she turned, her body pressing against mine, and her legs, impossibly light, wrapped around my waist, her chest nestled against my chest.
Her eyes, usually full of worry, now burned with a fierce green light. She seemed suddenly bold, almost like a hunter, and I felt a thrill run through my body. Then, her lips, incredibly soft, touched the hollow of my throat. The touch was so light yet intense, it took my breath away. "I'm okay, Derick," she whispered, her voice a smooth rasp against my skin. It felt like more than just being okay. It felt like a promise, a controlled storm. The water in the tub slushed, as Cassy lifted her hips and rubbed her pussy against my cock.
"Fuck Cassy." I said and held her waist as she ground her clit against my cock, the water in the tub splashing out at her movements. My hands tightened around her waist, a desperate anchor in the rising tide of sensation. Her raven hair, damp and clinging, trailed across my chest as she arched into me, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts against my neck.
"Cassy," I choked out, my voice rough with a mixture of arousal and something akin to awe. I could feel the tremor in her body, the air crackled with unspoken desires, the silence between us thick with the weight of anticipation. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the current, letting her lead me deeper into the storm.
Cassy's shoulders went slack, a heavy sigh escaping her lips that I felt more than heard, and then, my own gaze snapped open, pulled inexorably back to hers. The change was visceral, a jolt that coursed through my veins. Her eyes, moments before pools of shifting emerald, had ignited into molten gold, a predatory gleam that promised untold savagery. It was the unmistakable hallmark of her wolf, clawing its way to the surface, and a dark, thrilling hunger flickered in the depths of those burning orbs. A slow, predatory grin stretched across her lips, a raw, primal challenge laid bare. And like a spark igniting dry tinder, an answering inferno flared within me. My own wolf, a creature of coiled power and simmering instinct, surged forward, a roar echoing in the silent chamber of my mind. It was a surrender, a relinquishing of the reins, yet paradoxically, it was also an affirmation of ultimate control. The world narrowed to her, to the raw, exhilarating dance of primal forces, and I was no longer just me, but something older, fiercer, and undeniably more alive.
Then, her voice, a low growl that vibrated in my bones, bypassed my ears and resonated directly in my gut, "Mate." A startling sensation followed as her lips ghosted across mine, a whisper of an invitation that stole my breath. The air thickened, charged with an unspoken need, as her hand, warm and knowing, found me. With an exquisite pressure, she guided my hardened cock to her entrance, a clear invitation for me to join her in this wild, ancient dance.
My hands instinctively cupped the curve of her ass. The world narrowed to the exquisite friction as I drove into her, her guttural moan escaping her lips, a sound that was pure, unadulterated pleasure. She shuddered, a tremor that ran through both of us, and then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she licked her lips, her eyes, dark and smoldering, locked on mine. I felt her attempt to lift her hips, to ride my cock, but I held her place, my own wolf a smirk playing on its features. "Mine," my wolf rumbled in my mind, a possessive claim that resonated deeper than any spoken word.
"You like that, mate?" The question wasn't just from Cassy; it was a symphony of hers and something wilder, something ancient, a melody sung from the depths of her being, both human and wolf. Her wolf was trying to lead, to dictate the rhythm, but my wolf was asserting its dominance, a playful yet firm assertion of control. I pushed deeper, a guttural growl escaping my own throat, meeting her challenging gaze with a possessive fire of my own. My mate, with her fierce emerald eyes now molten gold, was a force of nature, and my wolf reveled in the dance, a smirk playing on its lips as it met her wildness with its own unyielding power. "My mate likes to play," my wolf echoed, a taunting whisper that vibrated with anticipation.
I yanked her, a fierce urgency coiling in my gut, her heat a brand against my skin. One fluid, brutal motion, and she was draped over the slick porcelain edge of the tub, the cool tiles a stark contrast to the inferno in my veins. "We can play," I rasped, the words tearing from my throat like a raw, possessive promise. Then, I plunged, a single, brutal assertion of need, my hands gripping her hips, forcing myself deeper. The sharp hiss of her breath, a stolen gasp, was a prelude to the storm. My wolf, a primal beast with its own insatiable hunger, refused to be sated. He surged, withdrawing only to reclaim her, a relentless rhythm that echoed the frantic beat of my own heart. A guttural moan, ripped from the depths of her being, vibrated through me as her hips arched, meeting my thrusts with a desperate yearning of her own.
The air thickened, saturated with Cassy's guttural cries, each one a raw testament to the escalating tide of sensation. I drove deeper, a primal rhythm hammering against her flesh, and felt her inner heat tighten around me, a vice of exquisite need. The world narrowed to this single, burning point of contact, the ragged gasps mingling with the thrumming in my blood. Then, as her body arched and she surrendered to the shattering crescendo, a darker instinct surged. My canines, a forgotten echo of something wild, sank into the same tender skin, a searing counterpoint to the shared ecstasy. Her sharp intake of breath, the violent shiver that coursed through her, only fueled the inferno, her moans transforming into ragged, desperate pleas, a symphony of pleasure and a primal claim etched into her very being.
After what felt like an endless stretch, though it was probably just seconds, my wolf finally withdrew, its presence receding into my mind, sated and content. In its wake, a bone-deep exhaustion consumed me, the energy draining from my body. Cassy's reaction mirrored mine; her body began to sag, slumping against the tub.
A frustrated curse escaped my lips as I wrenched myself free, only to immediately pull her back, our bodies pressing close again in the water. "What the hell was that?" I breathed, the question raw.
"Cassy?" I murmured, gently cradling her head, my hand guiding her to face me. Concern, I knew, must be plain on my features. Her eyes fluttered open, their usual shade of green restored, and a soft, utterly sincere smile touched her lips.
Then, her hand rose to cup my cheek. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice a gentle ripple. I stared back, a wave of disbelief washing over me.
"Am I okay?" I repeated, the incredulity in my voice clear. "Are you okay?" A light giggle bubbled up from her. "Yeah," she assured me, her smile brightening. "I'm definitely okay." She snuggled back against my chest. "But can we go to bed now?" she added.
Shaking my head in disbelief, the last of my tension melting away with relief, I replied, "Yes, we absolutely can." I lifted her from the tub, dried us both, and tucked her under the covers. Coming around, I slid in beside her and pulled her close.