~CASSELBA'S POV
"HMM! THAT WAS GOOD! I moan, using a napkin to dab at the corners of my mouth.
Caden and Ryan had just graced me to the best spicy dish I'd ever tasted in my life. I could still feel the savor on my tongue. I take the glass of cold juice pushed across to me and take a small drink.
...Orange, my best flavor.
Dropping the glass, I look over at the men who appear to be staring only at my lips. I awkwardly look for something to say.
"I said it was good."
"Yeah," Caden replies. "I could tell."
"Who taught you to cook like that?"
Both men abruptly stiffen and I know I've gone off a wrong bend.
Shit! I curse inwardly.
Luckily, Caden breaks through the spell of my embarrassment by walking across the island over to me where I'm perched on the stool. I didn't know he was going to reply my unthoughtful question until he does.
"It was someone with light as bright and magnificent as yours."
Somehow, at his words, I had a pretty good guess who that 'bright and magnificent person' was. There was only one person it could be.
Before I came into the life of the Hallow males, there had already been another. Someone before me. A beautiful blue-eyed woman, and the mother to Ryan; Caden's gone wife.
While neither of them talked about her, I knew they both missed her. And even though I'll never think to admit it, I'd been a little jealous. I had seen pictures of her in a few places around the mansion.
...a few hidden places.
Caden was not one to show around his family, and it was clear he still considered his wife as part of it, ghost or not. I didn't even know what her name was but I knew she had to be special to capture a man like Caden's heart and to birth a wonder like Ryan.
I was twenty eight years old—or so says my birth certificate. I'm way more than that but Werewolves age pretty slow. Ryan was twenty two, his father was thirty nine. That meant he'd gotten married right after high school or something.
He must have really loved her...
I'm still locked in the absurd age math in my head when a large shadow falls over my vision. My eyes focus once more and the planes become clearer.
All I see is tall, strong male. All I see is Caden.
"Climb on!"
I shift on my seat.
...Did he just say what I think he said!?!
I don't move.
"Casselba," Caden growls, his voice the husky tone I now know all too well.
"...Climb on the fucking chair."
I want to obey but a teeny tiny part of me wants to rile him up too—okay, maybe a large part of me—if only to see how far he would go before he grabs me.
Clearly, he sees the errant roleplay shinning in my eyes. Then he does something that totally breaks whatever cycle of seduction I'd been spinning.
He leans over so close to my ear and whispers over my skin.
"I want to see those beautiful lips wet all over from behind..."
OH MY FUCCKKK! My subconscious screams.
I certainly know what kind of 'lips' he's talking about. The kind that are pulsing right now just thinking about his sinful words.
"Caden..." I breathe out in a whisper, unable to say anything else.
My head is completely scrambled of rational thoughts, replaced now by only impure machinations. I can already feel my wolf lifting up her tail.
Caden lifts up.
"Now, climb on the fucking island!"
I shiver at his commanding words, lost to his dominance. I had never, ever let a male werewolf control me—never imagined a human doing so; but Caden...
Hell if I know what happens around to me when I'm around him.
It's like he wields my body, scorching me with a look. Making me wet with his dark eyes. His gaze that tells me how much he wants me. It's like I become a darker shade of myself around him.
...a part of me that I didn't know I had.
I want him to love my body, in all the transcendental ways. I want to love his, but even though I don't particularly know why, I also want to submit.
I'm surprised my wolf doesn't object. I'd expected at least that my wild nature would object to letting a human dominate me. But that isn't the case at all; the fact that he orders me with both loving and wicked words at the same time sends me blazing.
...and suddenly all I want is more of that feeling.
The way he makes me wet with just his eyes. The way they rove all over my body. My breasts, my hips, my thighs, even the subtle crease between them. The way he loves me already with just 'those' eyes.
All I want right now is to comply to his whispered words. To fall into the pool of our dark desires. To roleplay with him until either of us can't breathe no other scent but ours.
All I want is him and Ryan. All I want is our binding pleasure.
All I want is to obey...
So I do.
I slip down the high kitchen chair and move up the island, balancing over the smooth surface. Ryan walks over to stand beside his father and both men stare me over as I sit before them on the island's edge. Their shared hazel eyes are pinned on where I want most.
...on me.
It's like they feel my thoughts, and right now, I feel different unholy things—mostly like a naughty girl.
I lean a little so that my breasts push forward. I don't need to look down to my nipples to know they're swollen through my shirt material. Ryan's pinned eyes tell me they are.
"What do you want this feline to do for you?" I play with a purr.
Caden is on me before my mouth closes. He drags me roughly to him and I slam into a hard chest. His lips descends and his kiss is fierce and claiming, sending all other thoughts to the background.
I drown now only in his taste.
I fist his shirt and he drags me tighter to him. Only my ass now rests in the island's edge and his fingers grasps my thighs, firmly cupping the soft skin.
Ryan walks over and we break our feverish kissing. Caden however remains between my legs. The moment his father pulls away, the young man grabs me next. His kiss is full of tongue and I melt into him.
The men take turns in kissing me, each kiss hotter than the previous one. We kiss so hard it's more like drinking, until we're intoxicated so deep in each other.
I feel a large palm slide down my belly, moving between legs to abruptly cup me. I'm kissing Caden by then and gasp into his mouth at the sudden grip on my pussy.
The palm slides in and I hear Ryan growl deeply from where he sucks on my neck.
"Sweet heavens! Casselba..."
I know exactly what he felt. With the volcanic chemistry in the air, I'm sure I'm wet as I'd never been. Dripping to be exact.
Ryan runs his hand over my slit then softly dips in, with one long finger. I spend the time shivering into Caden who has his mouth on the corner of my lips and his hands tight on my waist as he holds me to him.
Ryan moves his finger in me, coating it with my wetness before slipping back out. He moves his palm away from the heat of my pussy, lifting it away from underneath my shorts.
Then as I watch with aroused eyes, now turned a canine gold in light of lust, he brings the palm to his lips. His velvet tongue whips out and he licks me clean off his hands, inhaling and growling against my scent on his palm.
I fell the exact sizzling motion hit me, as if duplicated in my core.
He moves to put the finger in his mouth but Caden grabs his hand, dragging it to his own mouth. The moment his lips close over Ryan's fingers, the man's eyes burn.
Clearly, he loves what I taste like. Inspite of all the hormonal upheaval, I find myself blushing. All over.
When Caden turns from his son to meet my eyes, he is no longer human. The next time he gives his order, I know to obey.
"Turn over and and face the table!"
I shift in his grasp and his hold loosens. I turn over on the island, facing away from both men so that my ass pushes back to them.
A sharp sound immediately echoes in the kitchen. I turn peach, my cheeks burning, and I bite down on my lower lip.
...someone just smacked my ass.
It comes again, sharp and provocative. I moan on the smooth surface under, clenching my fists. Not knowing which of the men who had smacked me makes me hotter than I already am.
"Fucking sexy ass," I hear a deep voice growl before another smack lands on the other asscheek.
I blush harder. I knew that voice. It was my white chocolate, his voice hard and deep now in light of his arousal.
I suspect I must've soaked my shorts by now. The men seem to know this too as I feel a hand roughly drag down my shorts from behind. I whimper, pushing my ass back.
Another smack lands on my ass. Harder. And I buck on the island.
"...please," I rasp, unable to help it.
The men were torturing me.
I feel two large hands reach over from behind and take hold of both my asscheeks, spreading them apart. Not one second later, I feel two heated pairs of eyes on my pussy.
"So fucking wet!" I hear a deep voice rumble. I recognize it as Caden's.
"...and so fucking beautiful!" Ryan thunders next.
Caden leans over and gives me a complete ass licking, right from my pebbled clit, moving like fire up my glistening slit, all the way to my ass.
His voice growls against my hot skin.
"Woman, we are going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk."
... 'We' he said, not 'I'm', and I shiver harder on the countertop.