Page 146 of Pack Frenzy
Cassian’s got a style—he goes slow at first, always. Builds the tension until you want to punch him. He drags his lips down Jess’s shoulder, kissing every inch, and she writhes under him, her body humming at a different frequency now.
He looks up at me, eyes gone molten. “Come on, Eli. Tag team?”
I know what he means. I roll Jess onto her stomach, and Cassian lifts her so she’s kneeling, her ass in the air. The visual is obscene—her back arched, hair wild, skin glowing with sweat. Cassian spreads her legs, gentle but firm, and lowers his mouth to her pussy, tongue working slow circles until Jess is gasping again, knuckles white against the sheets.
I move behind, cupping her ass, squeezing the muscle there. She moans when I dig my fingers in. Cassian’s hands snake up to her waist, anchoring her, holding her open for him.
Her voice goes up an octave. “Please,” she says, “please, more?—”
Cassian’s tongue flicks harder, faster, and I join in, one hand on her clit, the other working two fingers inside, curling themexactly how she likes. Jess bucks, almost tossing us both, but Cassian just laughs and tightens his grip.
“She’s insatiable,” he says, grinning up at me, chin glistening.
“Don’t let her hear you,” I say, but it’s too late—Jess grabs a pillow and hurls it at the back of my head. I duck, and Cassian loses it, laughing so hard he has to stop for a second.
But not for long. He’s back at it, more urgent now, and I feel Jess tightening around my fingers. She’s right at the edge, every muscle tensed, sweat rolling down her back.
Cassian looks at me. “You wanna finish her, or should I?”
“Both of us.” I just curl my fingers, press my palm up against her, and she detonates, shrieking into the sheets as her whole body spasms. Cassian rides out the wave, holding her steady while she shakes and sobs with the force of it.
She scrambles up his body, pushing down on his cock, and he groans like she’s killing him. I reach between them, lathering my cock with her juices. I ease my cock into her tight ass.
And oh, do I feel her tighten around me, a vice of heat and pressure that has my eyes rolling back. Cassian’s grip on her hips tightens as he controls her rhythm. Her scent is overwhelming, a sweet, musky perfume that has my mouth watering.
“Jess. Fuck, you’re gorgeous like this,” he growls.
“You feel that, Jess?” I murmur, leaning in to press a kiss to her shoulder blade. “Feel how perfect you are for us?”
She shivers at my words, her body clenching around me, drawing a groan from deep within my chest.
Cassian thrusts harder and deeper, and I follow his lead.
She moans, a sound that goes straight to my cock, and I can feel her body tensing, her orgasm building again. Cassian meets my eyes over her shoulder, his gaze fierce and hungry. We’re both right there with her, ready to fall over the edge.
The tension in Cassian’s jaw, the tendons in his neck are straining as he holds back, waiting for the perfect moment tolet go. Her breath hitches, and I know she’s there, teetering on the precipice, ready to shatter again. I can feel it too, the tingling at the base of my spine, the tightening in my balls, the overwhelming need for release.
“Come on, baby,” I whisper, my voice hoarse with strain. “Let go for us.”
And she does. Her body convulses, squeezing me so tightly I see stars. Cassian roars, his grip punishing as he finds his own release, and I follow, pumping into her, riding out the waves of our shared orgasm.
We collapse in a sweaty, heaving tangle of limbs, her body sprawled across Cassian’s chest, me behind her, and my cock slides out of her ass.
My hand finds her hair, pushing the damp strands away from her face. Her eyes glazed and sated. A small smile plays on her lips, and it’s a punch in the gut, that smile. It’s trust and vulnerability, and something in me roars with the need to protect it.
Cassian’s hand comes up, cupping her cheek. His thumb brushes against her skin, and his eyes—they’re soft. It’s a look I rarely see on him, but it’s there now, stark and naked. “You good?”
“Yeah,” she says.
“Damn, Jess,” I say, voice wrecked. “You’re gonna kill us both.”
She rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling, really smiling, for the first time tonight.
We sandwich her between us, breathing hard, chests rising and falling like we’re synchronized swimmers.
I watch her eyelids flutter, the way her mouth goes slack with relief. For a second, I let myself believe we did it—that the storm’s really over. But I know better.
The world tilts back to normal in fits and starts. My arms are dead weight, Jess’s head is glued to my chest, and Cassian’s got his leg draped over both of us, a living blanket made of muscle and attitude. I can hear his heart thundering, but he’s grinning at the ceiling, high on endorphins and probably his own ego.
