~CASSELBA'S POV
TEN MINUTES LATER, I'm sitting on a stool by the Island of the mansion's sprawling pristine kitchen. Caden had taken the left few moments ago, right up the stairs to what I assume is the shower.
If only the man knew how tantalizing he smelled to me. Being a Werewolf comes with a few unlikely pros. First, 'we' love the wild. Smelling of mist, blood and earth is like offering a bottle of Vodka to an Alcoholic sober for a year.
...and this was exactly how Caden smelled few minutes earlier; LIKE MY FUCKIN' ADDICTION!
My eyes are on Ryan as I watch him cook something spicy.
However, the handsome young man doesn't let me take a peek at his handiwork. When I try to peep, he hurriedly blocks out my vision with his large body, and all I see are stirring spoons, the blurred slash of knives, and opening and closing cabinets and pot lids.
"You really want to surprise me, huh?"
Ryan turns by the cooker.
"Yes, smoky eyes. I do."
Narrowing my eyes at his smile, I ask,
"Smoky eyes? That's really what you're going for?"
He turns around fully and stalks across to me in his white apron. I can't tell why but send my eyes all over his tall figure. 'Chef Ryan' was as hot as 'Student Ryan'—if you know what I mean.
"I've a lot of things right now in my mind," Ryan begins, leaning over the island's edge opposite me.
"...a lot of things you just sitting there makes me want to do to you. All bad, bad things..."
His eyes run over me, heated and swimming, just like HOT SWIRLY CHOCOLATE. I spy them take in my pale-white kimono worn over the shirt he'd nearly ripped off few minutes ago. His eager eyes tells me he reminisces about this too.
They rake lower, moving down like hot honey to my tiny cotton shorts underneath. I smirk at his eyes, deciding to play a little.
"Do you think I'm wearing any panties?"
His eyes fly back to mine... AND THEY FLAME.
"Jesus!" I breathe out.
I was intending a playful banter but now, it seems I'd angered the beast... Or in more accurate term, the beast within. My heart begins to thunder at his searing gaze and my lips spread softly in a pant.
The next thing I know, Ryan is striding across the island to my side. His eyes never leave mine as he takes the rectangular counter in brisk movements.
"You are a fuckin' seductress, Cassie. And no, I don't think you're wearing any panties."
I'm still stunned by his words—and their amorous accuracy—when he reaches me. His strong arms wrap around my waist and he roughly drags me to him. The stool under me screeches on the chrome floors as he lifts me up to the island's edge—weightlessly.
...I suddenly begin to question the men's strength. I wasn't particularly light per se, but it seems Ryan already denominated it.
Once my ass touches the smooth white surface, he pulls me to him, moving between my legs. His head dips down and the air is already pulsing with so much need, our lips find each other.
I feel a large hand fist my hair, grasping the brown waves. He holds me motionless as his lips drink and taste. It's clear in his now complete black eyes that I'd riled him up. I'd drilled his sexuality, and I loved being the woman achieve such.
Dominance swirls all around him.
His mouth moves from my lips to my neck. His tongue is out, working magic into my skin.
...lightning magic.
His hand leaves my hair and he abruptly grasps my breast. I moan at the sudden, naughty grip, and my head falls back.
His palm runs flat over me before he kneads again. My mouth falls open.
"Yes..." I choke out, my lips between my teeth.
His fingers twirl my nipple, pointy through my flimsy shirt I'm wearing, and he groans at my arousal. Not able to help himself, he begins to palm and squeeze.
"I need a taste, Casselba," he gruffs out.
I'm already panting, shivering into his hands on my tits, and it takes me a moment to fully comprehend his words.
A taste...
The words are still running around in my mind when my back suddenly meets the island's surface. Ryan had lowered me to the marble bed. He lifts up a moment to peer at my splayed body.
"God! Casselba, you are beautiful."
He stands between my legs, those hazel eyes I love so much on the fold of my shorts, directly over my pussy. His hands are still on breasts, softly kneading, grasping hard every now and then.
I'm so wet I suspect it must be showing through the thin cotton material of my shorts. Feeling both bold and bad at the same, I reach down with my hand...
Keeping my eyes on his beautiful face, I slide a palm over my neck down to his hands clutching my full breasts. I keep my hand over his wrists for a moment. He grips harder and my eyes burn. The heat of his large palms seep into my skin, nearly scrambling my thoughts, but I keep trailing down with my hand.
I move past to my belly. Then as he watches, I dip into the shorts, sliding my hand under the material. His hands on my tits go wild, grasping and rolling my nipples, but his eyes...
Those fucking gorgeous eyes...
They remain on my spread legs. He was right. I wear no panties under. The sheer sinfulness of it seems to amp the electricity crackling in the air.
Making sure to keep my eyes on him, I push two fingers in...
"Oh god!" I rasp.
My fingers seem fuller with such unmoving deep eyes on my actions.
The fact that one of the hottest men on the planet was watching me finger-fuck myself on a kitchen island has my toes curling.
"Show me!" he growls in a dark voice.
Wantonly, I push my fingers deeper before I slip them out, lifing my hand out of my shorts and straight to his mouth.
His lips spread open and I push the same two fingers in. His tongue touches them and at my taste, his eyes go wicked. He suckles on the fingers, HARD, moving his tongue to drink in all of me.
...and it's like we're starved. Starved of each other.
One of his hands slips down to between my legs and he cups me, massaging the spot that ached so much for him. He's still sucking on my fingers as his hand moves.
I begin to squirm on the island and my fingers slip out his mouth, licked clean off my wetness.
"You want more?"
His voice is the pitch of a wolf, so contrasting to his beautiful human body.
"Yes..." I breathe back.
At my panted words, his eyes turn pure sin.
"I'm going to sink my face so deep in your beautiful pussy, you'll cream all over me..."
He begins to lower his head, and shivers course through my body in anticipation of that hot mouth on me. Ryan's head is just over my spread legs when a loud voice booms out from behind us.
"I thought we agreed to feed her first?"
Ryan freezes over me but we don't jerk apart.
Both out eyes turn, meeting Caden's ripped form where he casually leans against the kitchen' s door frame. His hair is mussed up wet, indicating a recent shower, and the glossy strands seem more obsidian than brown.
He lifts off, looking the very picture of SEXY AND WISE, and he continues talking as he walks to us.
"Trust me, I'm not complaining. I would be the very last to do so. The view of you two is quite breathtaking, but I know it'd be much better if she feeds first."
He stops directly beside us.
I'm still spread out on the island and Ryan still stands shocked before me. We're still panting from our heated moment and it takes both of us several seconds to compute any semblance of a reply.
"So what do you say we continue after a few mouthfuls? I personally wouldn't object if you disagree."
Caden's eyes fall to my legs and just like his son's, they light afire. Fearing the fact that having both men stare at me like that at the same time would make me say 'to hell' with food or whatever, I abruptly close my legs.
Food now. Lots of sex later...
I lift up from my back and climb off the island. I spy the stool from earlier disposed on the white-tiled floor. Sometime during our passion, I suspect. I smile fondly as I grab it off the floor.
Setting it down by the Island, I sit down once more and peer up at the gorgeous men before me.
"Alright..." I say, gesturing back to the pots and cooker.
"...Let's see what you've got."
Caden's eyes sparkle in my challenge.
"Prepare to be stunned, woman."
Without another word said, he turns and moves for the stove. Ryan gives me a small smile before he moves forward after his father.