~CASSELBA'S POV
"WHAT! THAT IS NOT A GAME?"
It's my voice croaky with need. Caden's words just sent my head spinning. A kiss for a secret. It sounded so bad, and his deep voice only made everything sexier.
"It is," Ryan puts in from beside me and I turn to look at him.
"It's our game. Once you tell us something about yourself, we kiss you..."
"That is absurd," I mutter, even though in reality, it makes me wet.
"It may be, but we'll just have to figure out how many secrets it takes to get you moaning."
It's then I know I'm powerless to deny. My wolf wants it. I want it. Done and dusted.
"Fine. Who's first?" I say, reclining against the sofa.
The men's eyes light up as they rake over my figure once more. I have on a tight black jean-shorts and a drapey cardigan.
Caden's eyes go slow on my legs and they burn when they rake up my thighs. I can tell from his unwavering gaze that my mocha skin has him clenching his fingers.
"I'm first," Ryan says from my right.
Before I have time to ask what he wants, he moves in and his lips push against mine. There isn't much willpower left in me and my hands go around his neck. He deepens the kiss and I moan into him. He suddenly pulls away, gritting his teeth.
"That's not playing fair."
I smile seductively at him.
"It is... once I beat you."
He was aroused from our kissing, and me moaning had him even harder. I could tell it had taken all of him to break our kiss.
"So, what do you want to know?" I ask.
Ryan glances at his father for a moment. I know he's contemplating his question and I lick my lips. Their eyes pin on my mouth and I know he wants to kiss me again so he hurries the question.
"What exactly are you?"
I smile then. Somehow, I knew that would be his first ask. It was obvious the men had concocted this game of 'Kiss and Tell' to get me to talk to them. I didn't blame them. On the rare occasions I allowed them into my mind, I didn't particularly let them see anything about who I was or the horrors of my past.
"A Shifter," I reply solidly.
Ryan's chocolate eyes go wide at my words.
"A Shifter? Like a werewolf?" he asks.
"Ah...ah..." I shake my head. "Aren't you forgetting something?" I say, touching my fingers to my lips.
The words barely leave my mouth before a large male shadow eclipses the light. The scent of electified air hits my nose as Caden covers me with his big, sexy bod.
His lips descend and his kiss is searing. His breath is warm and his tongue tastes the sharp tang of the Cabernet. He practically holds my head and devours my lips, drinking like he can't get enough.
I begin to swim into lust so I deftly lift my hands to his chest, playfully pushing him away. He growls at the loss.
"You aren't playing fair," I smirk.
There is fire in his eyes and his lips are wet from mine, and even though I want nothing more than to drag him back to me and drown in his taste, I refrain.
I'm hellbent on winning our game.
"Your question?" I offer.
Caden growls a little at my playful expression. His voice is rumbly and even deeper than normal as he asks his own question.
"How many other werewolves are there?"
"Well, we aren't all werewolves. We have some whose evolution branched out. Just like humans, a little chromosome replacement can cause a massive phenotypical change—"
I'm still speaking when Ryan's lips land harsh on me. He blocks out my words and his tongue sinks into my mouth, hot and searching.
"Oh god!" I moan into him, softer than a whisper as I quickly realize I may be losing our little game.
He bites down soft on my lower lip before he breathily pulls away.
"So there are other shifters?"
It's my turn to growl. I was really enjoying the kiss and the 'bad boy' just went on like nothing happened. His smirk tells me he's enjoying my frown.
Right now, the Hallow males were winning.
"Yes, there are others," I breathe out.
Ryan's kiss left me panting. But then his father swoops in again, drowning out my thoughts once more. Suddenly, our little game of Kiss and Tell morphs into a game of lust.
I grab hold of his shirt, fisting the material and meeting his kiss with equal fervor. He groans in my mouth but I don't let go. I feel his withdrawal start to slip and soon, his hands are in my hair, fisting the black waves as we kiss wildly.
He breaks our kissing with a shiver and holds his forehead to mine.
"...others like?"
"Others like large cats—"
My words are subdued as his lips crash again, passionately, like he didn't even care for the answer. Like all he cares about are my lips.
I feel Ryan move close and his father pulls away. The young man grabs me next and replaces his father. Our tongues are in battle of raw desire and I feel my body tingling for more.
This was definitely no longer a game. We had all lost, lost to the sheer want of each other.
Ryan reluctantly pulls away.
"So there are tigers among your kind?"
I nod my head, gathering my thoughts and stammering out the words.
"We differentiate by Lupines and Felines. Lupines are the large werewolves. Felines are the graceful cats. The Felines are large also but most times, the wolves are larger, irrespective of the size of the real animals—"
It's Caden who shuts me up with his lips next, hot and demanding. By now, I'm all out for them. We kiss until I'm in his lap, straddling him.
"You talk so brilliantly..." he whispers in a rasp, only to swoop back in.
Moaning, I begin to move on him. He opens his mouth to ask another question but I silence him.
"Questions later..."
This seems to be exactly what he wants and he devotes his time to filling my entire head with only him.
His large hands cradle the small of my back and I feel his erection straining right under me.
My head is spinning with wayward thoughts of what else his hot mouth can do when Ryan says something else and we all freeze.
"Who's Hiram?"