61. Made for You

Made for You

C ass pushed into me, not with gentleness, but with relentless demand. The pressure made my back arch and mouth fall open. Everything fell away but the spreading tension—the incredible sensation of my soulmate sliding deeper, and deeper, and deeper .

My thighs started shaking. It felt like there was no end to him. I was so small and he was so thick that I could feel him under my hand, his cock filling me better than anything I'd ever had in me. Nothing else could compare, because no one else could do what he was doing; could demand my body yield and have the answer be "yes."

The first piercing slid past my entrance, a paired set of vivid points of pressure. The second followed with aching slowness.

"Cass," I moaned.

Almost , he said in my soul. Almost there, love, you almost have me—gods, you feel so good, I love your cunt—

That startled a laugh out of me—one that made my pussy grip down on him, the sensation so overwhelming I immediately whimpered, my hips bucking. "Just—oh, just my pussy, huh?" I managed to get out before I collapsed back into a shuddering puddle.

He leaned forward, breathing hard, with a wicked sparkle in his eyes. "It's a very nice pussy," he said in a low purr. "It's as if it was made for me." Cass pulled halfway back, then snapped his hips forward. Pleasure radiated out from under my navel as he drove into my depths. The piercings slid into me – one, two, three – and then his hips were kissing mine and his pelvic bone ground against my clit.

I arched up into him, all thought driven away. Fuck, he was so big —

Cass ground his hips against me, moving in tiny bucking motions, giving me stimulation while letting me adjust to the length and girth of his cock inside me. My pussy kept spasming against him, stretched almost beyond bearing, every grip of my body against his ridged length spiking the pleasure higher and higher .

Another whimper escaped my lips. I couldn't think , couldn't do anything but exist, my whole body trembling with need.

"Still okay?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

I could only whimper again, my hands clutching at him. I made myself nod, unable to keep my eyes focused on him, nothing but a panting wreck desperate for more.

He started moving with a deep groan. Every draw back of his hips dragged at me, my body aching from the absence. Every drive forward was a little harder, his control fraying, the pressure so intense it felt like he was burying his cock in my soul. My hips started rocking with his, animalistic need driving me, chasing the pleasure just out of reach.

His ridges tortured me, dragging against my g-spot with relentless demand. Every slow thrust drove him against my upper wall and ran his ladder across my entrance with sharp pleasure.

I forgot any modicum of civility. I grabbed him by the throat, nails digging into his skin, and snarled through our bond, Fucking give it to me , Cass!

Cass grabbed me by the hips and slammed himself hilt-deep, fucking me like he wanted to break me in two. Radiating pleasure flooded through me with each brutal thrust, filling my veins with white-hot need. The tension soared, pulling tight, everything narrowing down to a single flare of brilliance—and with glorious release, it snapped.

Ecstasy shocked through me with the force of lightning, turning me into a wildfire. Cass drove himself into my depths with a sharp cry, wings beating.

— love you need you love me love me —

My pussy slammed onto him over and over again, each savage grip of my body fanning the conflagration inside me. His hot come pumped into me, giving me what my body begged for, spurt after spurt of flooding pleasure. He was mine— mine . I held onto him, his breath in my hand and his pleasure in my veins, until the riot of ecstasy faded into the warm blush of bliss.

My fingers loosened. Cass panted, his wings shuddering and arms braced on either side of me. His thick shaft flexed inside of me, our cores clenching in tandem, the aftershock of ecstasy bright and beautiful.

He fought for breath, then started sobbing, his back bowing and breath going ragged. A thousand memories shattered into my mind like buckshot, a kaleidoscope of pain. All the times he'd been used for the pleasure he couldn't help but to give; a thousand rejections, lovers putting distance between them the moment he came and vulnerability met with distaste. His defenses clamored, demanding he withdraw—to protect himself from how much it hurt to have someone so entwined with him pull away.

The edges of his control hemmed us in, Cass sucking air through his teeth with agony showing on his face. "F—fuck—"

I grabbed his face with my shaking hands. "Cass—"

"I— I'm sorry, I— I— fuck, I'm so sorry, I don't mean to be like this—" He shuddered so hard his wings clattered, his whole body shaking. "Quyen, I— I'm not—"

Hot tears dripped from the corners of my eyes. My chest and throat ached, Cass' reflected pain clawing at me. "Come here," I said, tugging him down. "Cassie. Come here."

With another sob, Cass obeyed. He pulled out and huddled up against me, putting most of his weight on his side with his face pressed against my neck and his body sprawled across mine. "I'm sorry," he choked out again. His fingers dug into my side. "I— I wanted this to be good, I—" his voice cut off again. The searing loneliness of his life cut through me like a knife, his heart begging and begging, love me love me love me love me .

I kissed him, pouring everything I had into him. I didn't know what the litany of my soul was, but I knew what I felt for him. He was mine, and I loved him, and I sorrowed for him. I wanted to drown him in it—to kiss him and kiss him until he couldn't feel anything else, to stake my claim on him with such thorough demand that there wouldn't be any room for question. He was mine .

Cass moaned into my mouth, his whole body melting into mine. "I love you," he said, his voice rough. "Gods, I love you so much. I don't know how to do this—don't know how to be this naked. This, this vulnerable —"

"Cassie, Cassie, c?c vàng, it's okay," I said, petting his hair, his arm, his side. "You don't have to be anything for me. All you have to be is here." Silently, I added, Listen to my heart, Cass. I'm as naked as you are.

His fingers slid into my hair. "'I hear you. I love you. I want you,'" he said in a thick voice. "'You're mine. You're mine—'" Cass sucked in a heavy breath, shuddering, then whispered, "You're mine."

We stayed like that, Cass' heavy hand in my hair as I stroked his warm skin. His heavy breathing evened out slowly, the stress easing until we were only cuddling, resting together with the storm long past.

"I don't mean to be broken," he offered at last, sounding hesitant.

I pressed my lips to his in a gentle kiss. "Nobody means to be broken," I said in a low murmur. "I wondered when we'd dig up the agony. I knew it was in there, somewhere."

Cass stilled, sliding into it. "You did?" he asked shakily.

"Of course I did." I kissed him again; this time, he leaned into the contact, his mouth shifting with mine before we broke apart. "You've had five hundred years of loneliness, sweetheart. Of course it hurts."

"I wasn't always lonely," Cass said softly. "Dellaphine loved me. Vad—" He swallowed, his shoulders hunching. "Vad and the Furies gave me something to live for. They're my family."

I stroked his hair back, looking into his eyes. "Never cuddled. Never held for the sake of affection." My thumb swept across his cheek. "Maybe you didn't feel lonely, but have you ever been nothing but content? So happy that you couldn't imagine changing a thing?"

His arm tightened across my chest. "Have you?" he asked, not answering—not that I needed an answer. I was as hungry as he was, and as hungry as our Court.

I huffed a laugh. "It's not like we haven't run across my damage. I just get mean instead of crying."

He made a low sound, settling himself more comfortably against me. "Let me know if you ever want to take out that meanness on me," he said with a nuzzle. "You can do so much more to me than digging your nails in."

"Intriguing, but don't deflect," I said, tickling him on the side. I got a grumbling noise in return, Cass holding me a little tighter. "Seriously. You don't have to be all 'I'll fuck you against the wall' if what you actually want is to make sultry love while staring soulfully into each other's eyes. I like that, too."

"It's not that," Cass said with a soft laugh. He pushed himself up onto his elbow to look down at me, his eyes warm. "I like being aggressive and flirtatious. I especially like when I'm enough of a brat that you snap and grab me by the throat about it." At my blush, Cass grinned, baring his teeth. "It's more like I'm learning to fly all over again. It's wonderful, and vibrant, and then suddenly I realize that I'm up very high and if I stop moving these wings that seem to have turned into uncontrollable alien limbs, I'm going to fall."

I booped him on the nose with one finger, smiling up at him. "Post-nut clarity, huh?"

He burst out laughing and kissed me on the fingertip. "Yes, I suppose so. You caught me, though. Thank you for that."

"Apologies and thanks, splendor?" I flicked my tongue out at him. "Trying to get yourself indebted to your hungry Queen?"

"Apologies, thanks, and pleading all offer a bond," Cass said, his eyes warm. "It's up to the one receiving that offer to decide whether to claim a debt, or to forge that bond into one of loyalty, forgoing balancing the score in favor of true fealty. Most fae dislike such ties," he added, with a self-conscious shrug. "I crave them."

I remembered saying, "Vad and Dani," sitting in the hot springs with my hand in his. I could still see his smile and the softness of his dark lashes shrouding his warm gaze; could feel the gentle press of his mouth against my knuckles as he replied, "You."

"You have them," I said, trailing my fingers through his dark waves. "You have me."

Love me. Keep me. Make me yours, he murmured through our bond, echoing the words of his heart. Cass leaned his face into my touch, rubbing his cheek against my palm like an affectionate cat. "Do you mind if I try again?" he asked in a low murmur. When I raised my brows, he smiled and grasped my hand, bringing it to his mouth. Cass licked my fingertip like he was tasting whipped cream off of it, his tongue caressing the whorls of my finger before his lips closed around it.

Heat shot down my spine, every quiescent spark of lust flaring back into life. "Try what?" I asked, knowing exactly what he would say.

He did it again, moving to the next one. "Fucking you into pleasant oblivion," he purred. Cass licked the tip of my ring finger with an expression of bliss. "Kissing you," he said, tasting my pinky, "and doing it again."

"Yes," I breathed, my whole soul fixated on the movement of his mouth.

His lips curled up into a smile. He pressed his mouth to my palm.

"Try again," I said, desire sparkling in my throat and gut and groin. "Try again, and again, and again. Cassie," I whispered. Need sang to me, the river of emotion between us sweeping me away. "Never stop trying."

Cass looked down at me through his dark lashes, depths of affection lighting his eyes. He shifted to frame my body, then lowered his head to press kisses with murmured endearments, his voice dropping deeper each time. My lioness. My heart. My love. My Queen.

Each touch drew that bond tighter and tighter around us, like stitching together the two sides of a rip. It didn't hurt, and it didn't scare me. We were two halves of a whole. How could I be scared of feeling us come together?

Mine , I whispered to his heart.

He looked up along my naked body, eyes dark with desire. "Yours," Cass agreed, sliding down between my thighs, and kissed me again.