~CASSELBA'S POV
THE NIGHT AFTER my first ménage à trois with the Hallow males, Caden and Ryan, I sleep so beautifully I even dream of spearing off Hiram's head with my claws. The sex was that good. It was mostly oral, and I couldn't help but think of the fireworks that would follow a real skin-to-skin with them.
We were absurdly wonderful with each other. Like it was the most natural thing to do.
A female werewolf with human mates...
It sounded ridiculous but it was us, and we were perfect.
I wake up the next morning transformed with my body screaming Whitney's I WANNA DANCE WITH SOMEBODY. The morning was well gone, phasing to noon when I awoke, and as I traipse around my bedroom humming to myself, I'm aware of the huge covered tray of breakfast left on my bedside table.
Three words. The Hallow Males.
Caden and Ryan had ordered breakfast for me. From where, I didn't know but as I take off the silver lids, I inhale deeply the aroma of toasted bread doused in chocolate and a relish of scrambled eggs by its corner. The setup is so beautiful I nearly pull out my phone. Nearly...
I'm not one to snap and post pictures of food I'm about to eat so I just settle with silently thanking both men for getting me breakfast. A small cup of caffè mocha sits brewing at the edge of the tray. I start with it.
Taking sips of the cream beverage, I dance across my room to Whitney Houston's soprano in my head as I go about clearing the bedroom to a proper decor. Our tumble last night really did something. I smile, remembering more.
I've no idea why the Moon chose to send me humans as my mates but I assume it has to be for something. Even though the Hallow males could not hope to fight Hiram with me, they could still stand their own. But I would never put them in the line of danger. Case in point, I block out our connection, breaking the mind link.
I can swear I almost hear Ryan's murmur as I 'slam the door in his face' but it is a necessary measure I have to undertake. For me and for the both of them. For our wonderful union.
I know the men and If they find out what Hiram and the Ferals did to my pack, they would go in guns blazing. That would undoubtedly be a death sentence. One that I certainly would not permit to happen to my mates.
My mates...
The words sound lovely in my ears. I take the last sip of my coffee and quickly head to the bathroom. Caden and Ryan left in the early hours of this morning. It was a Monday afterall.
I was half-asleep when I heard the rumble of their cars as they cleared the driveway.
Caden was off to prepare for work. Ryan was off to dress for college. I love that both men knew pleasure, but also knew the priorities.
I spend only few minutes under the shower. As much as I would like to treat myself to a soak in my massive tub, I had a class by late noon and since I'm now in the human world, I have to play by their rules. For now.
Until I get my revenge...
My black Aston Martin takes me to the ultra-modern area of Stanford and I quickly stride across the resplendent student halls to my office. Settling down behind my polished oakwood desk, I slip on my glasses and focus once more on being a human Professor.
I maintain this charade for the rest of the week; Business hours. Lectures. Meetings. And such. Friday arrives and with the night, South California rises up once more to its darker needs.
Bars overflow with night clubbers and strip clubs use the opportunity to earn enough. Friday night is the one night you can hear music from clubs blaring until morning. Also, a major time to have one-night stands.
I don't need any of these things as my 'men' come right to me.
I'm by the door before I hear the knocks. Once the door sweeps open, I barely have time to access the tall, striking males in front of me before Ryan swoops in past his father.
He drags me flush against his toned body and kisses me. Hard. I let him dominate as he holds me tight to his heat. After some seconds, he breaks our kiss but holds me near.
"Christ! Casselba. I missed you so much. Hearing you talk with your huge glasses about European antiquity, Hellene rebellion, and Roman carnage is a fucking turn-on. You are so fucking brilliant, and your body..." he trails off, growling against my ear.
His heat sizzles my neck and his scent swirls around me.
Ryan is Rain.
"So you were listening then?" I whisper.
"Barely," he drones back, inhaling against my ear.
"...with your sexy body just standing there in front of the lecture room, I had to try hard to keep my fist from sinking into every cocky motherfucker who was staring at you."
It'd only being a week since we last saw each other but from Ryan's gruff voice I could tell he was full of raw passion that needed release. It's a good thing because so am I. His father on the other hand...
I look up in Ryan's arms as Caden shuts the door softly. Then he turns around, and his hazel eyes are steel. I wonder how someone's gaze can hold so much need. Need that rakes slow over my entire body and sets me on fire. Caden has that look that could slow burn a woman to arousal.
Caden is Lightning.
...And I am their Storm.
I watch with metal-gray eyes as Caden walks close. Ryan releases me, only for his father to grab me next, pulling me roughly to his broad chest. His expensive cologne hits all my lady parts, incensed by his own masculine energy.
One second later, his lips crash into mine. Caden's dominance is fierce. His kiss is demanding and I grip the hard muscles of his strong arms. He nips on my lower lip before pulling away.
"I spent my entire fucking week thinking of you," he growls to my face with burning eyes. "...and now that I have you..."
He doesn't complete the sentence but his wickedly sexy smile tells me everything.
I shiver under his gaze. Under their gaze. Just who were this men, with powerful sexualities that rivalled that of Shifters.
"...But first, we play a game."
Minutes later, we are all sprawled on a large white sofa, wide as a small bed. Caden leans on the left side, and I think of Adonis just by looking at him.
My history lectures of the beautiful demigod come to fruition as I look on him. Ryan hangs by my right, I in the center of all the male sexiness.
A bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon balances on the table before us with three glasses empty. We were already two drinks in when I ask,
"So, what game are we playing?"
Caden looks to his son and they both share a secret smile. I feel hot all over as both their molten brown eyes move to me, raking over every inch of my exposed skin. It's Caden who replies.
"The game of Kiss and Tell. We kiss you and you tell us something about yourself..."