~CASSELBA'S POV
THE HOT CALIFORNIA SUN is just winding down the Big Blue Sky when I make my way out of a massive lecture hall. The noise of shuffling feet fill my ears as the students hurriedly stand to their feet, dispersing in various directions.
I'm making my way across the wide archways when I feel a subtle push in my mind.
Ryan...
He was still trying to get in my head. I get it. It's been a little over a week since our last encounter. I miss them, but my feelings aside; this was the way it had to be.
Canines and Humans have always been apart for obvious reasons. Evolution dictated it so. Imagine what the world would be if people actually saw a man shape-shift in the middle of a sunny day into a dog as big as a tiger.
That's right. I try not to imagine such scenerio too.
They may pull out cameras. They may pull out pens. But they may also pull out guns. Werewolves choose to remain folklores and fables, for the good of everyone.
Look what happened to the Witches in Salem when they were found out. It was bloody, a rain of fury by men who hated what they could not understand. I should know. I taught about such horrible massacres in my history lessons.
It was better for the world that the Night Creatures remain in the night.
So I push back on Ryan until he leaves my mind—even though I long for the complete 'high' that comes with linking with him.
The distance to my office takes about five minutes but I freeze at the Reception Area when I spot the woman waiting on a red cushion by the wall.
One word.
Knockout.
She immediately rises to her feet when she sees me, and then before I can fully comprehend her presence, she moves in and hugs me. She feels so soft and warm in my hands, and my arms go behind her too.
After a moment or two, we pull away.
"Clarence," I begin. "I didn't expect you here."
She moves to kiss me but I turn away. Her pretty green eyes lower in disappointment and I quickly form words.
"Not here," I say.
I'm aware of every eye in the room on both of us, and Clarence was still very much married. I wanted her to come out and everything but not like this.
I make my way into my office, all the while aware of eyes following us. I walk in and hold the door. Once she comes through, I shut it, making sure to secure it. I turn around and then, only then do I fully study her stunning features.
The young woman was dressed in a lavender pantsuit as opposed to my black pencil skirt and cream blouse. Her figure was so svelte it looked drawn—by the very hands of a 'Painter God'. Her heels were chic and made her long legs a work of art.
Startling green eyes added, and you have one smoking hot lady. If we were back in regal 17th-century England, I'm sure Clarence would never lack for 'callers' at her house.
Her eyes go over me as well and I see them heat up.
"I'm sorry I came without calling," she begins. "I just wanted to see you."
I say nothing to her and we just stare at each other. Soon enough, she feels it and I feel it. Call it Passion, or Longing, or Desire, or Lust, it's just there between us. A chemistry neither of us can deny.
Caden and Ryan will always be in my thoughts but there was just this thing about Clarence...
Her heels click on the gray wooden floors as she covers the small distance between us. Her fingers go to my hair and I see her lips part. She stands close enough that I breathe her in, so lovely with the whispers of sex tickling the air.
Her other hand slides down to my waist and she abruptly drags me flush into her.
"I have wanted you so much, ever since Inferno," she whispers.
The next second, her lips are on mine. The loving way she holds me makes me sigh into her arms. She fists my brown waves with one hand and the strands tumble down from my elegant bun. With her other hand, she pulls away my glasses only to move back in with searing lips.
Her hands go behind my neck and mine go to her hips.
I slide them to the small of her back and before I know it, we are far gone in each other. She kisses me so fiercely our panting and moaning is subdued in each other just before her lips crash into mine again.
...My wolf purrs within. I needed this. We needed this.
I grab her luxurious chestnut hair, pulling away for the shortest second.
"I've wanted you too," I rasp.
My mouth is still open in speech when she pulls me back to her. The intensity of our need claims us, and soon we are glued to each other. Our hands are everywhere—literally. I begin to move with her until her legs hit my table.
She lifts up to the wide surface of oakwood and I move between her legs. She moans when I leave her lips and begin to trail low, down her neck. Her hands slide to my ass and she kneads me. This makes me smile against her cream skin.
Clarence had some talented fingers...
The buttons of her blouse comes undone in my hand and I'm pushing away the loose material when a loud sound freezes me. It takes a moment for my heightened brain to gather my thoughts once more.
The sound comes again.
...Knocks. Someone was knocking.
Christ! I moan inwardly. The door knob turns and I'm grateful I secured it close. How else would I have explained romancing Clarence on my office desk.
"We could ignore them," she says to me.
I look up into her pretty green eyes and smile. The view almost has me drowning back in her lips.
"We could, or we could continue this somewhere else."
Her eyes light up at my words and I wonder if her husband has ever seen her this bright. She looks ethereal.
I had looked up Clarence after our first sultry encounter at the Inferno. She was quite the woman of the hour.
As it turns out, she goes by 'Mrs.' Clarence Williams; Fashion Designer wife of the Famous Grayson Williams; some dude who works in the Oil sector.
I couldn't care less about her husband. But the facts remained.
How did the man not know his wife liked women? Did Clarence fake pleasure with him, or does she also like men? From our very recent make-out, I can tell she very much likes me.
The knocks come again and I deliver a swift kiss to her rosy lips before I pull away. She climbs off the desk and arranges her clothes. We spend the next few minutes adjusting our attires, giggling all the while.
My skirt has ridden up and ivory skin shows everywhere. Clarence's emerald eyes pin on them. I see this. I also see the lust following.
"Please don't," I begin. "You give me that look one more time and I might just loose it."
"Really?" she plays, a seductive smile curling her lips.
I smile back and move for the door. My hands are on the knob when I feel slender fingers pull back at my wrist. I'm dragged back to her and she kisses me fiercely. Wantonly. Hard.
God! I muse. These humans were screwing my mind with their amazing sexuality. First, the Hallow males. Then now, Clarence. All of them forbidden romances. I really need to make better choices; but between me and my wolf, I know we won't. We're fine just the way we are.
"See you outside!" she whispers close to my ear.
I feel her breath tickle my neck and note the sexy undertone behind her words. Once I pull open the door, she disappears into the hallway, her heels clicking softly on the floors. She looked so exquisite I almost couldn't believe I just had my hands on her.
No wonder her husband couldn't bear to let her go. For all I know, the man could be aware she liked women but still held on to her. Should she leave their marriage, I knew many men—and women would be waiting to whisk her away.
It was the receptionist who'd been knocking; the cute redhead. She tells me I have a standing appointment with some reporter. I immediately tell her to push it forward. The man can wait one more day.
I utter a quick thanks and grab my purse off the desk.
By the time, I walk out into the sprawling curb, the sun is completely vanished behind the Woods beyond.
~. ~. ~.
~TEN MINUTES LATER
"Jesus! Cassie, I could die from wanting you."
It's Clarence's voice; hot, light, and husky against my neck.
"You think so..." I moan, moving harder on her.
One of her hands rests snug between my legs. The other wraps behind to my back. My black skirt is up to my waist and her palm is hot under my panties.
She rubs down and I buck on her. Few minutes ago, I'd been walking down the driveway when I spotted her reclined against the hood of my car. Her beauty matched the vehicle's sleek perfection.
It was just one look across the driveway.
That's all it took. And here I am, straddling her in the driver's seat of my Aston Martin.
Her shirt had completely disappeared to some spot in the backseat, and only our panting and groaning fill the car's plush interior.
Luckily and thankfully, the windows are tinted.
"You are so fucking gorgeous you're like a dream, " she whispers in between breaths.
Her tongue snakes down my skin and our bodies are on fire. She pulls my nipple into her mouth and I move harder on her. The fly of her pants peeks open and my hand digs in. I feel her hot and wet and I groan on her lap.
"...so fucking tight!" I rasp in her neck.
She grips me tight to her and does the same also. Soon, we are clutching and grasping as we heat up the car in our pleasure.
In that moment with Clarence, sex becomes fucking supernatural.
We crash over the edge together, her lips feverish on mine.
"You have completely changed how I feel about car sex," she mouths against my lips.
"Me too," I whisper back.
Then we seal our words with another drowning kiss.