~CASSELBA'S POV
THE WARM, SCENTED WATER swirls around my body as I lie reclined in the bathtub. A few pink rose petals float by and the milky color of the bath eases the strain of my muscles.
My mind moves back to what Travis had said about the Ferals. The henchman was probably dead by now. Hiram would have his hide for ratting out their location to some 'unknown female'. Worse; the guy didn't know my real name. He only knew me as some Goth lady named Tanya.
But I knew by now Hiram would have upped his security so I just had to play the waiting game. It annoyed me like hell but I had to cultivate the patience. Trying to do anything now would only result in my death. Even my wolf in her formidable strength was no match for the might of a pack of frothing werewolves.
Carefully, I rise slowly from the tub. The warm water cascades down my body in small falls, leaving a glistening ivory skin on show. I'm halfway up when I feel hardened eyes on me. I turn to look behind and instantly meet with Caden's brown-eyed gaze. The man had a tender stare in his hazel eyes.
He looks over my naked skin like the Spanish Conquistadors when they discovered the Amazon forest. What can I say, I had history flowing in my veins. It comes with the territory to use antiquities as metaphors. His eyes hold mine for a moment and I feel him push at our mind link but I don't budge.
Not today...
I'd already Hiram's name slip out. I'll be damned if I let anything else out. From now on, Ryan and Caden had to only see what I wanted them to. I disliked the idea of impeding our beautiful connection but it's what I have to do to ensure their safety.
There right before me, Caden moves into the wide bathroom and the glass doors screen close behind him. He is wearing only boxer shorts so I'm granted a full view of his pecs and strapping thighs. He lifts his hands to his briefs and pulls the material away.
A massive cock springs out right before my eyes and my blood boils.
What the fuck is he doing?
He isn't supposed to go and make me hot. I know this cannot happen so I voice out exactly my point.
"Caden, what are you doing? We can't let this happen anymore," I breathe out.
"Why?" he growls, turning on the showers.
Hot water streams down his body and soon he is transformed into a shiny sculpted god.
I narrow my eyes at him in reply.
He seems to comprehend my squinty gaze and smirks a little.
"You're afraid you'll let loose with us and we'll get to see more about this Hiram man."
He stretches out Hiram's name like he hates the very word. I don't give him an answer but that is exactly what I fear. He seems to comprehend this also and just nods.
He lifts a strong arm, pushing back the wet dark strands that seem to have fallen over his head. His abs bunch up and hot water drips over the smooth planes.
"Caden, you can't do these things to me. Not when you know it turns me on."
His wet hair falls back once more into his dark eyes as he replies.
"It's less than what you do to me, Casselba. Just the sight of your caramel skin makes me want to rip off your clothes every damn time. You torture me everyday with your sexy wild nature, and now I've got a taste I'm sure as hell not backing out, no matter what you think is the danger..."
I still in the bathtub and look over his slick masculinity. It's the first time Caden has spoken more than a few words to me. Normally, most of my conversation was with his son, Ryan. But the man had actually said something.
I could feel his truth. It was obvious that I meant a lot to him. His words were beautiful.
"...besides," he continues. "We don't necessarily need to touch each other to feel pleasure now, do we?"
His eyes go darker and his cocky grin returns. I loved the way his eyebrows arched up in an aristocratic manner. A feature that could hold a room.
He turns to fully face me and I lower my eyes, but I don't look away.
I can't...
The man was hard and full, and the very idea that it was for me had me hotter than the water swirling over my body. With my gray eyes level on him, Caden reduces the force of the shower then lifts a hand to his skin.
When he cups himself right before me, I know exactly what he means by his previous words. He was right. We didn't necessarily need to touch each other.
He rubs slowly over his erect cock as the water dribbles down slowly on his skin, and I recline back in the tub to enjoy the view. The water is high up to my chest and clearly not transparent. Caden frowns at this and I know he wants to see me.
All of me.
Barely a second later, a deeper pitch of his gravelly voice rumbles out to confirm exactly what I know.
"Show me," he says.
Two words that makes my heart race.
I pull the drain of the tub and the water snakes away, exposing my skin with every decrease in the water level. Soon, I'm naked and glistening before him too. I feel his eyes lower to my breasts and he grows bigger right before my eyes.
Christ! I was 'this' close to walking to him and forgetting whatever decisions I may regret later. Him, just standing right there before me in the showers was too erotic a sight.
"What else do you want me to do, Mr. Hallow?" I play.
"Show me," he tones again, his voice deeper and scratchier.
I smile a little and blush a lot, but my legs drop open.
Caden's eyes turn to obsidian; a dark, searing stare, like the very stokes of a volcano. He rubs down on his cock and I bite my lips. Watching such a strong male pleasure himself was another level of power.
I'm inwardly aware that I now control his actions, as he does mine. My lips spread apart in a pant when he jerks down hard on his risen arousal.
"What if Ryan walks in?" I ask, my voice so silent it mimicks the hot air.
"Then he can watch!" Caden rumbles back.
This image sends a tightening over me and my former languid state burns into torrid heat. I spread my legs wider in the tub and Caden sees all. With him watching like a hawk, I let my hands wander all over.
First, I touch my lips, pouting a bit, and Caden's eyes go steel on me. Then I move to my chest, grasping over my breast...
"Fuck! Casselba," he growls. "Do you want to fuckin' murder me!?!"
A sexy smirk plays on my lips at his words, then I trail lower. His eyes blaze as he watches a single finger skim my slit. I push in and Caden's palm lands hard on the marble wall. I could tell I was making him crazy with me. My lupine senses picked up on our mixed scents which made the room heady.
"Give me more!" he tones like thunder.
"More?" I play.
He jerks his fist over his cock and pumps harder. My eyes level on this and my head falls back. My thick, brown waves brush the seat of the tub as I push two fingers in.
"Yeesss!" I hear Caden hiss.
The sight of him watching me makes me push in deeper. I curl my fingers and immediately moan at the jolt of pleasure following. By the time I lower my head, Caden is pumping hard over his cock. But there is someone else...
Ryan; my white chocolate—naked also.
"Do not dare stop," he whispers huskily from beside his father.
I watch their toned bodies glimmer with heat and I no longer care much for anything. Together, both men watch me and I watch them. Our mind link remains shut but the pleasure is no less enjoyable.
I feel the waves crash over me and I hold my fingers tight in as I shiver in the gripping orgasm. My legs try to shudder close but Caden's dark command hits me.
"DON'T. YOU. DARE!"
My legs instantly fall back open. It's our roleplay that has the men crashing into their own hands. In reality, Caden revered me like some monarch. Frankly, he looked on me like the Romans looked to Sol Invictus.
The only thing stopping me from loving these men fully was the fear of losing them to the Ferals. The way I already felt with them, such loss could send me over the edge.
...And I would rip any motherfucker before I let anyone touch my mates.
Yeah! Women can be possessive too.
Caden increases the shower once more and both men stand under the rain, side by side, as it washes over their bodies. I don't know what made me hotter; the fact that they were ripped like the gladiators of Ancient Rome, or the resemblance between them. It was bizzare to think such but when you're a person in my position, bizarre becomes your life.
I'm a werewolf for fucks'sake. This means nothing surprises me anymore. I fill the tub once more, lean back and enjoy the virile view before me.