Page 31 of Caution

“You… put them onto her scent,” Cassius murmured, dangerously low. “You… you put her in danger… so that you could… so…”

I was back in my room.

Out of nowhere.

There was a surge, amassivesurge, of fiery wrath, then I was kicked off my connection with Cassius. At least, out of his head.

The air was still thick with anger and just…noise.

Chaos and static and a hum of aggression crackling in the atmosphere, weighing heavy from all sides.

I’d never felt anything like it before.

And then… it was over.

And Cassius was in the room with me.

Panting, out of breath, fangs extended, fists clenched, looking like he wanted to destroy something.

“What the hell just happened?” I asked, standing from where I’d been seated at the vanity. I still wasn’t dressed from the bath, in just the robe I’d found waiting, but nothing else.

Cassius pushed out a deep sigh, like he was trying to collect himself, but it still came out as a growl when he answered, “My little brother happened.”

“Okay.” I nodded, backing into the vanity as he stalked up to me. “Is there anything I can do? Anything you need… from me?”

His hand went to the back of my head, fisting the hair at the base of my neck to drag my face to his. No, to tip my head to the side, exposing my neck. His other hand went between my legs.

His fangs sank into me at the same time his fingers did—deep and unrelenting, sending me careening toward a wild sort of pleasure.

Consuming.

“Cassius,” I gasped, chest heaving as he… did whatever he was doing to me.

Fangs and fingers.

One pulling from me, one pushing into me, a dual rhythm that made me feel like I was being turned inside out.

And just plain turned out.

It was so…immediate.

And… insufficient.

His fingers were good, his fangs were better, but I needed more somehow, and he knew it before I could say it. Before thepleasecould form on my lips, he had me perched on the vanity, he was out of his boxers, and his dick was lodged damn near in my stomach.

Filling me, stretching me.

Killing me.

I was certain of it.

God, it was too much.

Too fast.

Too much, too fast.

He was killing me.

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