I nodded my agreement. "Precisely. Besides, it was none of her fucking business. I'd have thought after being kidnapped and held as leverage for two days she might have been just the tiniest bit appreciative of everything I do for her, but apparently that's asking too much."
My mood officially foul, I snatched up one of the glasses of whiskey and knocked it back in one mouthful.
"I'm going to bed too," I commented. "I'm so fucking angry right now I either sleep or I'll find myself strangling Seph in her bed."
Zed caught my arm before I could pass by him to pull me in close and kiss me hard. "I'd say go to my room, but I feel like Cass might have dibs tonight."
I grinned and kissed him back. "You'd be right." I looked over my shoulder at Cass, still in half his drag outfit. "You coming, Betty?"
Cass glowered at Zed. "I'll be up in a minute, Red. I think Zeddy Bear and I need a quick chat first."
Why did that statement make me both apprehensive and aroused? Shaking my head, I left them to it and headed upstairs by myself. As I started up the stairs, the solid sound of a fist hitting flesh echoed up to me, followed by a slightly pained laugh from Zed.
Fucking alpha-male bullshit again. I was much better off letting them deal with it themselves. So long as they didn't kill each other, I didn't need to intervene.
I paused outside my bedroom door, looking down the hallway to the loft door at the end. The temptation to storm up there and give Seph a solid piece of my mind was strong. But the desire to reconnect with Cass was stronger, so I stepped into my room and closed the door behind me.
Not knowing how long Cass needed to talk with Zed, I started stripping off my sweaty gym clothes. Two hours of training drills with Zed had definitely left me less than fresh, so I tossed a silk robe on and headed down the hall to the bathroom for a quick rinse.
When I arrived back at my room, Cass was stretched out on my bed in nothing but a pair of boxer-briefs and a sly smile.
"Thank fuck you ditched the Betty outfit," I murmured, pushing the door closed with my heel and heading over to the foot of the bed. "I love you, but those boobs weren't doing it for me."
He watched me with heavy-lidded eyes as I placed a knee on the end of the bed, then proceeded to crawl up his body until I straddled his waist and cupped his face in my hands. The scarring on his shoulder was red and angry but seemed to be healing well. Same with the scrape along the side of his head.
"It feels like forever since I had my hands on you," he rumbled, all deep and sexy. His fingers tugged the tie of my robe undone, and I shrugged the slippery fabric off my shoulders. "Fuck, you're gorgeous, Red."
Grinning, I leaned into his touch as he hauled me against his body and flipped us over. His mouth met mine in a crush of passion and intensity, stealing my breath away as he kissed me deep. Overwhelmed with desire, I met his tongue stroke for stroke as my fingers dug into the flesh of his back, desperately holding him closer. I needed him so bad it hurt, so within seconds I was tugging his underwear down and rocking my hips in a wordless plea.
Cass chuckled against my kiss as he shucked his boxer-briefs but didn’t immediately fill my pussy with his cock like I wanted him to.
"Not so fast, Angel," he growled. "I have something to give you first."
I blinked a couple of times, attempting to force coherent thought back into the front of my mind. "You got me something? You weren't exactly on vacation, Cass."
His only response was a low, throaty laugh as he kissed his way down my body and mouthed my clit. As soon as his tongue found that tight cluster of nerves, all questions about what he wanted to give me flew from my brain. My thighs tightened around his face, and I moaned as he worked me over like he'd memorized a map of my vagina.
He pushed two fingers into me, fucking me with his hand as well as his mouth. It made me come way too damn easily as I rode his face and groaned curses, which only seemed to amuse him further.
Cass waited until the waves of my orgasm subsided, then flipped me over onto my belly in one smooth motion. Nudging my legs apart, he leaned over to grab something out from under one of the pillows.
"What—" I started to turn and look, but he pushed my face back into the pillow with a firm yet joking movement. "Cass!"
"Shhh, Angel," he rumbled. "Humor me."
How could I argue with a simple request like that? Especially when he coaxed me up onto my knees and stroked his fingers back into my still throbbing cunt from behind. Shit, he knew just where to touch me to spark more arousal heating through my pussy too.
Then he was rubbing wet circles over my backdoor while I squirmed on the fingers of his other hand, and I got the flash of insight that he'd had lube stashed under my pillow.
"Cass..." I groaned his name as he pushed one finger inside.
"Shh, Angel," he breathed, his fingers still stroking in and out of my cunt with lazy movements, dividing my attention away from the finger in my ass. I had nothing else to say, though, because I was fully on board with whatever the fuck he had in mind. Hell, he probably could have tied me up in shibari ropes and hung me from the ceiling and I'd have just asked for more. I was that addicted to Cassiel Saint.
He used his fingers to spread the lube, making my breathing sharpen and my heart race with every touch, then I stiffened when his fingers were replaced by something larger.
Not his cock, not that large. But something definitely not his fingers.
"Relax, Angel," he urged, his own breathing rough. "Trust me."
Jesus fucking Christ, magic words. Letting my breath out with a shaky exhale, I forced my body to relax and followed his husky instructions as he worked the toy into my ass. I wasn't an anal virgin by any means, but it'd been a while and it'd never been my favorite thing in the bedroom. Cass was all about flipping what I knew on its head, though, because by the time he was satisfied with the toy’s placement, I was a writhing, squirming mess.
"Now what?" I moaned as he patted my ass cheek in satisfaction.
He gave a huff of laughter. "What do you want, Angel?"
My shoulders tightened, and I swallowed hard. "I want you to do whatever the fuck you want, Saint. You're calling the shots here, not me."
He didn't respond for a moment, his palm caressing my butt cheek tenderly. Then his hand cracked down across my flesh, making me yelp.
"Right answer," he growled, then slammed his thick cock into my already soaking core with one hard thrust, making me scream with pleasure. The combination of his cock in my pussy, the toy in my ass—I wasn't a fucking idiot. I knew damn well what he was preparing me for, and I was mentally going on the record to say I was one hundred and fifty percent keen on it.
Like Lucas had said. Sometimes it just took good memories, good experiences to override the bad. Well... that and a shitload of therapy done via cold-blooded, violent murders. But I wasn't recommending my methods to anyone but me.
Cass leaned forward, gathering up a handful of my hair, and pulled my head to an awkward angle as he fucked me ferociously. Every thrust saw his hips smacking into my ass, jolting the plug and making shockwaves of sensation ripple through me. When I came again, it was intense enough that I blacked out slightly.
Then he flipped me over and drove back into me before my orgasm had even finished. My leg flexed like a gymnast’s under his hands, my knee meeting my shoulder as he fucked me harder and deeper, pushing me into a violent third orgasm that made my throat raw from screaming and my toes curl like some kind of demonic possession.