And Then There Were Four

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Since the moment he had kissed me the night of my birthday, I tried to avoid the feelings I had for him, but once again, I was wrapped within his arms and taken over by the lust our bond created. I wanted more than I knew how to handle. With a rush of desire, our hands went wild and, as his skin brushed against mine, a moan escaped my lips. It was like my body was on fire, and the only thing that could quench it was Lucas.

As his hands reached down behind the backs of my thighs, he quickly lifted me up, pressing me against the lamppost as he continued to kiss me with feverish intent. I wanted him, and I wasn't sure why the desire was so hard to resist. Breaking the kiss, I tried to speak, but his lips just trailed down over my jawline towards my neck. "Lucas-" I gasped. "We can't... not here."

His eyes met mine, and as they did, a small smirk crested the corners of his lips. "Okay."

"Okay?" I whispered as I stared into the dark abyss of his eyes.

"Cassie, I want you and I will have you whatever way I can. So you can either have me now and right here... or we can go somewhere else. That is, unless you would prefer the company of others' tonight?"

His statement was daring, and there was no mistaking the meaning behind his words. He had been jealous Silas was out here talking to me, and I felt slightly guilty I flirted back with him. Especially because Lucas was my mate. No matter how much he irritated and pissed me off.

Taking a moment to think about what I was going to say, I leaned forward and brushed my lips ever so gently against his. "I want a bed."

He didn't think twice when he placed my feet on the ground and took my hand in his. A slight pull towards the path and I realized he was leading me towards the building we were staying in. Soft giggles left my lips as I tripped over a rock in the path. The alcohol I had been drinking flooded my mind.

"Shit!" I spat out, causing him to glance over his shoulder at me as he laughed and shook his head.

"If you're any louder, someone is going to catch us."

"So, we're adults. Who cares?" My reply seemed to make sense in his mind because before I knew it, I was tossed over his shoulder and taken through doorways and down halls until finally we entered a room and I was placed on my feet once more.

He could have picked his room. The dark and sultry air of it seemed to fit the current mood of sexual tension between us, but instead, he went to mine.

With my gaze locked onto his, I watched him take steps towards me as I slowly moved backwards. A wicked side to him emerged as he pulled his black shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor.

The tan, toned curves of his muscles

rippled in the dim lighting as he approached me like a predator on

the hunt Every bit of him was sculpted in a way that made my mouth water, and when he stared at

me, I couldn't help but feel a

wave of

anticipated pleasure was over me.

The way Lucas looked right now stalking towards me had me biting my lip as I took in his bad boy persona. The air about him screamed danger, and everything about me wanted it. "Come here," he said. The command sent shivers down my spine I hadn't expected to enjoy.

Yet, remaining in my spot, I cocked an eyebrow and smiled. "Make me."

Never had I thought those two

words could hold as much power as they did the moment I said them. As if a switch had been flipped, he snatched me by the ankle and drug me to the end of the bed. The weight of his body was held up by his arms as he hovered over me.

"Are you sure you want to go with that answer?"

Was I sure? Hell yes, if it meant he would punish me. "You heard me."

Lacing his fingers through my hair, he yanked my head towards his and pressed his lips against mine. My own hands grasped at his arms as his tongue dove into my mouth, the taste of him dancing within, causing me to moan in satisfaction.

"I'm going to make you scream for

me, princess he murmured as he broke the kiss for a moment. His

hold on my hair released as he

shifted his hand, trailing a singlet

claw down over the curves of my breast until it slipped under the thin material of my dress, ripping it all the way down the front of me.