Page 94 of Pack Frenzy
“Cassian—” His name comes out broken, desperate.
Every stroke of his fingers, every pull of his mouth, winds me tighter until I’m writhing beneath him.
My body is on fire, every nerve ending sparking with electricity as he brings me to the edge and then pushes me over. Waves of pleasure crash through me, leaving me gasping and shivering.
His body is hard against mine, his skin burning hot. And his cock, heavy and insistent, pressing against my thigh, then sliding up, up, until it’s poised at my entrance. I’m throbbing, aching, desperate for him.
“Is this what you want, Jess?” He teases me, rubbing his length against my slick folds, coating himself in my wetness.
Wantdoesn’t even cover it. I’m so far past want I’ve circled back toneed, the kind that makes you stupid and reckless and willing to beg.
“Yes,” I gasp, and I hate how desperate I sound, except I don’t, because it’strue. “God, Cassian, please?—”
Cassian moves up my body, his mouth finding mine, letting me taste myself on his lips.
I want him inside me, filling me, completing me. I reach down, guiding him to my entrance.
“Yes,” I gasp, my hands grasping at his back, pulling him closer. He pushes in, just a little, and I cry out, my body stretching to accommodate him. He’s big, so thick and hard.
He whispers my name against my mouth, a plea and a promise all at once.
“Look at me,” he says, and when I do, when I meet his eyes in the flickering dark of the storm, something clicks into place. This isn’t just physical. This isus, whatever we’re becoming, whatever we’ve been circling ever since we met each other.
This is the terrifying freefall I’ve been avoiding—the one where I admit I want this, wanthim, want to belong to something bigger than my own carefully constructed walls.Every defense I’ve built crumbles under the weight of his gaze, and for once, I don’t scramble to rebuild them.
His body moves against mine—slow at first, careful, like he’s afraid of breaking something fragile. But I don’t feel fragile. I feelfound. When he pushes deeper, my world narrows and my careful restraint fractures.
His hips drive forward with purpose now, each thrust a claim, a question, a demand for truth.
“Yes,” I gasp, meeting him stroke for stroke. “God, yes?—”
The storm outside crashes in rhythm with us, and everything between us shifts from tender to primal, from careful tonecessary.
Every thrust—hard, deep, fucking relentless—feels like a goddamn confession neither of us has the balls to say out loud.I see you. I want you. You’re not alone anymore.The words live in the space between our bodies, in the way he breathes my name like it matters, likeImatter.
His cock slams into me with a precision that has my toes curling, my nails clawing at the couch, at his shoulders, everything, and my pussy clenching like it’s trying to milk every inch of him.
The air is thick with the sound of skin slapping skin, and the heady scent of sweat and slick fills my lungs, drowning me in him.
His hand at my hip is an iron grip, grounding me, dominating me, forcing me to take it, take him, take every deep pulse of his cock as it pistons in and out of me.
“Breathe.” His voice is rough like gravel dragged over my skin.
His breath is hot against my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there, and I whimper, my body trembling as the pressure coils low and tight, building, building, fucking building until I’m shaking with it.
He feels it, this goddamn Alpha, and he matches it, his hips slamming into mine with a rhythm that’s primal, feral, fucking animalistic. His cock is a battering ram, hitting that sweet spot inside me with every thrust, and I can’t hold back the moans that tear from my throat, loud and filthy and utterly wrecked.
His free hand slides between us, finding where we’re joined, and when his thumb circles that bundle of nerves, I shatter.
The orgasm crashes through me like the storm outside—relentless, overwhelming, leaving me shaking and gasping and clinging to him like he’s the only solid thing in existence.
For a split second, I’m terrified. Not of him, but ofthis—of how much I want it, how much I wanthim, how completely I’ve just handed over every guarded piece of myself.
Then his hand cups my face, thumb brushing away a tear I didn’t know I’d shed, and the fear dissolves into something softer. Safer.
“Come for me,” he snarls, his voice dark and commanding, and I fucking do, my body convulsing around him as the orgasm rips through me, violent and all-consuming.
My pussy clamps down on his cock like a vice, and he groans, a deep, guttural sound that vibrates through me, fuck, fuck, fuck, as he spills inside me, hot and thick and endless.
