60. Giving Fate an Assist

Giving Fate an Assist

C ass had his hand under my dress the moment the door closed behind us. I leaned back into him with a gasp, startled into it, and Cass dragged my dress off of me. He didn't even bother trying to be nice to the outfit that had taken Pelleas and Yllana so much effort to design and make. He chucked it to the side like a rag and slid his hand between my legs, rubbing two fingers along the soaked lace of my panties.

"It'll be—easier—on the bed," I panted out, grabbing onto his arm to steady myself.

He growled, a sound I could feel through his chest. "Is that how you want me?" he asked in a low rumble. "I'm quite willing to fuck you against a wall, on a surface of appropriate height, or with my wings out for balance while I hold you midair and rut into your beautiful cunt."

Heat shot through me. "Oh," I said shakily. "Tiger's off the leash."

Cass growled again. It was as much a purr of desire as an aggressive snarl of need, a sound that made everything inside me go liquid and hot. He ran his nose through my hair, inhaling with obvious pleasure. "Your tiger," he purred. "Put me on a leash if you want me on one."

"I want you naked," I said, moaning when his fingers dug harder against my clit, sending a spike of pleasure through me. "I want you on your back—oh, fuck , Cassie, I want all of you."

A shudder ran through him. His hot breath stirred my hair. "As you like," he said, sounding suddenly shy. He dragged his fingers up, then slid them into his mouth. I love how you taste—touch me take me— "Do you mind closing your eyes?" he asked hesitantly. "While I undress, I mean? So I don't feel so exposed?"

That didn't make any sort of sense to me. I was going to see him naked either way. I supposed it didn't matter if I didn't understand, though. I could give him grace. "Sure," I said, leaning back against his chest. I flashed him a smile before putting my hands over my eyes. "I won't even peek."

"Very thoughtful," he crooned. He bent down and nipped my earlobe, sending a shock of pleasure through me, then stepped back.

I heard rustling as he undressed. The clothes hit the floor with whispers of sound, one after another. Even that simple sound ratcheted up my anticipation. I remembered what he looked like naked. Those powerful thighs, the long expanse of his dusky skin, the trail of dark hair down his abdomen and the solidity of his torso…

The mattress groaned softly as he put his weight on it. His wings sang, spreading out, Cass arraying himself for me.

I whimpered without meaning to from the feel of of his hand gripping his cock. He stroked himself once, twice, making himself hard again for me. Fuck, that felt so good. My pussy throbbed. I wanted to feel him inside me more than I could remember ever wanting anything in my life.

"Do I get to look yet?" I asked, more than a little desperately.

"But I'm enjoying looking at you so much," Cass said with a touch of wickedness. "Did you put on that little balconette bra and that scrap of black lace for me?" His thumb ran across the sensitive head of his cock, making my clit throb in reply. "I can see your nipples through the lace, dove. Your curls. The peak of your lovely cunt, where I very much want to return my tongue."

" Cass ," I whined in protest.

He laughed, his warm chuckle rolling through the room. "Alright," he said. A tingle of nervous anticipation ran down my spine, leaving butterflies in my stomach. "You can look."

Cass had sprawled against the pillows with his wings spread to either side in a gleaming backdrop. His breathing sped up as my eyes opened, his brows pulling together in anxious yearning. One sharp canine hooked over his lower lip.

My eyes dragged down his tense core and laser-focused on his cock.

Ten inches might have been an underestimate. That monster had to be girthier than my wrist, and though the angle probably made it look longer, it was… sizeable.

This is what you get for having a giant for a soulmate, I thought, a disbelieving smile twitching at the corner of my mouth.

"I know it's… ah, different," Cass started, sliding his hand down to grip the base.

"I'm not even there yet. I'm still dealing with sheer volume, here," I said in a daze. I started walking over to him, eyes on his groin and my pulse throbbing in mine .

He swallowed, the tension transferring to my throat. "I'm a big man," he said, trying to laugh it off but with his self-consciousness making our breathing shallow.

"Uh-huh. Whatever you say, splendor." I crawled onto the bed and settled myself between his legs.

He wasn't built like a human man, or a fae one, for that matter. His balls were held close to his body, in more of a mound than a sack, probably for the sake of flying. A subtle edge and the softness of pulled-back skin at the base told me the whole of it was probably sheathed when flaccid. And as for his cock… fuck me. It had a spiral ridge running from about a third of the way up to the tip, and the whole thing curved slightly, in a way that meant he'd be grinding those ridges into my g-spot with every thrust. A three-step Jacob's Ladder spanned the distance from the base of his cock to the start of his ridge. The silver jewelry gleamed in naked temptation.

When I flicked my eyes up to his, Cass was watching me with the fearful lust of a man who wasn't sure what to do, but really, really liked what was happening. Smirking, I dropped my eyes back to his cock and slowly traced my finger up the groove his spiraling ridge made. "This is unusual, though," I purred, wetting my lower lip. The echo of his pleasure sang along my clit with aching need.

Cass shuddered. His hips canted up, pleasure spiking for both of us as my core clenched down and his cock twitched. Precome dripped down onto his taut abs in a silver line. "It's— I'm an amalgam," he said desperately. "It's from the stymphalian bird. The males have spiral—oh, fuck ," he gasped out when I ran my thumb across the opening at the tip the way I remembered him doing so often in those first five weeks.

"I used to have a toy just like it, except not so large," I crooned, lowering my face towards him. I exhaled against his wet skin, rubbing circles on the head. He groaned, deep in his throat. I licked my lips again. "I'm tiny. It's not going to fit."

He started to say something, but his voice shattered into a moan the second my tongue pressed against his ladder. Fingers buried themselves in my hair. "It can fit," Cass said in a rush. "It can—I can make it fit, I promise, fucking black night, Quyen, don't torture me—" need it need you please gods—

"You promise ?" I said, my eyebrows shooting up. I wrapped my hand around his shaft (my fingertips did not reach) and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the base of it. "Now how can you promise a thing like that?" I asked, before dragging my tongue up the thick line of his cock. Holy fuck, I could feel that like he was the one licking me. Was that what it had been like for him?

He only whimpered, fingers digging into the bed .

Answer me, I purred into his mind. For some encouragement, I set my teeth against him like I'd bite him, predatory hunger lighting my soul at the way his hips bucked from the danger.

"Fuck!" Cass bit the word off, groaning in the back of his throat. His fingers tightened in my hair. "I'm a command healer, a fucking command healer—" love me fuck me gods please fuck me— "I can— I can change you, make your cunt deeper, let you take me, if, if you want that—"

I let out an evil little laugh and released him. Moving with deliberate slowness, I slid my way up his sprawled body, dragging my body up along his cock until I had him between my legs. "Are you falling apart, Cassie?" I asked, barely keeping it together, myself.

He whined and grabbed my hips. "You fucking know I am," he groaned. "Holy gods, Quyen, just tell me if you want me hilt-deep or if you want to think about it. I feel like I'm going mad ."

"I guess I have to say yes. How else would I get to enjoy that stepladder?" I asked with a mock-pout.

Every particle of my being focused on my pussy as Cass rocked his hips to make the piercings on the underside of his shaft run across my clit. He did it again with a half-feral growl. "Like this, lioness," he said, panting hard, his gaze intense. Cass started moving my hips in time with his thrusts, shifting my weight like it was nothing. "I can be creative if I must. I can make you come on my tongue. On my fingers." He snapped his hips hard, making me cry out from the sudden force against my clit. "Against my cock. With me buried as deeply as your tight little cunt can take, and inches left to go."

"Oh, fuck—" I gasped out.

Cass growled again and shoved himself up, flipping me onto my back. His body took up my entire field of vision. His wings blotted out the light, but the gold in his eyes seemed to glow as he rutted against me, pinning me to the bed. "I can make you come with a touch, Quyen," he purred, staring into my eyes. "I can make you come from five hundred miles away. I've done it before. I'm eager to do it again."

"O-okay," I said, completely unable to hold onto any semblance of sanity with Cass grinding himself against my pussy. "Fucking—fucking prove it—"

Orgasm slammed into me without warning or mercy. My vision whited out and breath caught in my throat as ecstasy wracked my body. Distantly, I felt the wet – felt him coming with me, dragged into it, wind sweeping across my sweat-slick body from his fanning wings – but nothing compared to the way pleasure leveled me. My pussy spasmed, clenching down on nothing, every shock wave sending more brilliant pleasure streaking into me.

I whimpered, unable to think, unable to do anything but fall to pieces. Cass —

I have you . The warmth of his power slid through me, bliss rolling into me, a bliss that did nothing to satiate the aching hunger deep inside me. I have you, love. I have you.

My fingers dug into his back as I clung to him. He kept moving, sliding against me in the slick of our mingled pleasure, cock throbbing with the same need that made me want to beg for it. I was so empty— I needed to be inside of her —I wanted it so badly—

"Do it," I gasped out, bucking up against him. "Holy shit, Cassie—"

He groaned and drove his hips hard against me. I saw stars, that ladder hitting my clit perfectly.

"Are you sure?" Cass panted. "I can't undo it, not easily." He dragged his hands down my sides before sliding one between us, lining himself up with me. "We don't have to."

I grabbed him by the face, fingers tangling in his thick black hair. "You're mine. Give me more," I said, half-snarling the words, my gaze intense. Even though I couldn't hear my own subconscious, I remembered him telling me the words, and I knew all he had to do was lean into that contact to hear my hunger. "Give fate an assist, Cass, and give me everything ."

"Fucking black night—" He hooked an arm under my leg, hauling me closer. His cock slid a half-inch into me, the head nestled in my folds, a promise of so much more. I'm yours—take me have me oh gods please more—I can please you, I promise I can make this good, don't regret me , he begged in my soul, words I wasn't sure he could control any more than he could control the way his power connected us or the endless need of his heart.

I love you, I told him through that connection, never looking away from his eyes. I want you. I want this . Let me have you, Cassie.

"I'm yours," he said in a rough voice. He held my gaze, panting, and pushed into me.

Though I was so wet he could have driven his cock home, buried himself in me with reckless need, Cass rocked into me with aching slowness. Every roll of his hips sank him deeper into me, with only the slightest draw back before he did it again. We shook from the force of the pleasure radiating from our cores. My pussy spasmed against the thick length stretching me open, but Cass held off our orgasms, his ears dropped low and brows slanting.

He bottomed out in me, pressing hard. The radiating ache made me gasp, hand going to my stomach. Cass put his own hand over mine. He rocked inside me, little thrusts that ratcheted up the tension without any relief, those damned ridges as torturous as I'd expected. "More?" he asked, with a sharp buck of his hips to remind me of exactly what I was asking for.

"Three times asked, and three times answered," I panted back. "Fucking give it to me, Cass."

A growl rumbled deep in his chest. As my Queen commands.