| Connor didn't waste a second with indecision;
he was right on Cassandra's heels. She'd had a head start,
and he knew her hurt was pushing her forward with incredible
speed. Connor was a big man, though, and the pain he'd witnessed
in her eyes spurred him onward, too, so it was no time before
he was within reach.
"Cassandra!" he commanded, his voice as hard as
he'd ever heard it. "Stop!"
"No!"
He scrambled up the stairs and wrapped his hand around one
of her ankles before she could climb another step. She struggled
to pull free, but he was determined and wouldn't let go. He
simply grabbed her other leg too. He yanked her back toward
him, and she lost her footing. Connor quickly wrapped his
arms around her stomach and chest and braced her
fall, covering her from behind.
The feel of her supple body sprawled out on the stairs beneath
him was heaven, as if it was meant to be there. His cock immediately
hardened to life and pressed against his jeans, seeking its
counterpoint where it was nestled right beneath his groin.
He moaned as he inhaled her fresh fragrance, one that, when
he breathed it in, seemed to clean him, too. She'd washed
up before changing into her sweats and T-shirt, but all his
body wanted to do was mate with her and cover her with his
scent again. It was sexual need at its most powerful, and
the demon within struggled to show itself once again.
"Cassandra." Connor held Cassie to him as she pushed
against the restraints of his arms. "Don't fight. Listen
to me. Please."
Cassie covered her face with both of her hands and dropped
her forehead to the stair just above her face.
"Please," she begged, her voice muffled by her
hands. "I don't want to be lied to anymore. Just let
me go."
"There are no lies between us, I swear it." Connor
struggled against a terrible urge to take Cassandra again.
"I have never lied to you about us. Never."
She turned her head to the side then, and Connor was able
to see the tears still filming her eyes. The sight of it rocked
his very foundation and surged in him a need to do whatever
it would take to make her believe the truth.
"Please." Now it was his turn to beg. He reached
up and wiped the wetness from her cheek. The sheen of her
tears, and the fact that he'd been the one to put it there,
tore at his very soul.
"Nothing between us has ever been a falsehood. Our friendship
is real and true. You must believe me."
Her body heaved beneath him, and he knew she struggled to
contain her silent crying.
"I used to believe every word you ever spoke to me."
The corner of Cassie's mouth seemed to turn up a little bit
at that, and Connor's chest expanded with renewed hope. "Even
when you were teasing me, and Caleb and Cain told me not to
be so blindly devoted, I believed that your fibs were a special
bond between the two of us."
"They were. They are. Nobody brings out that part of
me as you do. It is special. You draw out many sides of me
that nobody else can, Cassandra. The demon exists, yes, and
I never wanted you to know about him, but the rest of what
we share, none of that is a lie."
Her eyes slid closed, and without that life shining through
her green gaze at him, his world became dark again.
"I can't believe you," she whispered. She suddenly
began to struggle to get away again. "I don't know how.
You lied to me about such an important part of yourself that
I don't know what is
real about you anymore. Without trust and security between
us, we don't have anything."
That triggered the desperation living within Connor as nothing
else could. He would not accept defeat over the only thing
he'd ever wanted in his life.
"We have nothing between us anymore, you say?"
He reached down between their bodies and pushed the elastic
waistband of her sweats down over the smooth globes of her
ass, just enough to expose her to his touch. He slid his blunt
finger between the seam, making her gasp and buck up against
him. He pushed further between her thighs until he fingered
the moist plumpness of her folds. "I would say the fact
that you are soaking wet means that we have something between
us. Something that your body cannot deny, even if your head
wants to." He pushed into her pussy then, all the way
to the second knuckle, and she flooded for him even more.
"Yes, we have something between us, my Cassandra. Something
that will not be denied."
She gasped and worked her body against his buried finger.
"You want to fuck me again?"
"Yes," he confessed, the word almost a sacrament.
He added another finger, stretching her snug, damp channel
as he mimicked the sex act that he wanted to do with her until
neither one of them could walk. "I ache for you. I am
so hard that it hurts."
"Then do it." She planted her elbows on one step
and her head on another, and thrust her ass in the air as
best she could with her sweatpants bunched at her thighs trapping
her legs almost completely together. "Do it, Connor.
Fuck me. You'll like it. I'll like it, but it won't change
anything."
"Yes…" He unzipped his jeans and released his raging
cock. "…it will." He spread her open and pushed
his cock inside, sliding through her tight heat inch by slow,
desperate inch, stretching her in almost immeasurable increments,
making her feel it all until he was encased by the fist of
her pussy all the way to the root.
She whimpered beneath him, but rolled her hips back against
him in the smallest circle, so he knew she loved having him
back inside her body again. He rested his lips against the
shell of her ear and started bombarding her with his soul.
"We are not a lie, Cassandra." He curled his hands
around the soft flesh of her hips and held her in place while
he took her body with exquisitely tender thrusts. "I
don't care if you believe nothing else, but you will believe
that I cherish every moment I've ever had in your presence.
Please." He choked on the word as a flood of fear overwhelmed
him. He bit at her ear and slid his tongue inside, needing
to mate with her body in every way that he could. "Please,
say that
you believe me."
She reached back and touched his face, and he almost spilled
himself right on the spot. "I want to," she whispered
brokenly. She worked her hips back against his cock in jerky
spurts, her motions hampered, as were his. "God, how
I want to."
"Then do," he pleaded. "Please…" Words
fell away as Cassandra's cunt squeezed Connor's dick with
agonizing tightness, milking at his length in a way that begged
for a faster, deeper penetration that he fought to suppress.
The demon wanted out; he couldn't be held back in the throes
of complete sexual conquest.
"No." Connor cursed as this twin who was not a
twin, but rather a part of himself, demanded freedom. "Not
right now. Please."
He gritted his teeth as the need to possess took over, overpowering
his will to deny once again, as it always did. He did not
know what insanity had taken hold of him and made him think
he would be able to hide this part of himself from Cassandra
throughout the length of a marriage. He did not know what
kind of fanciful dreaming had allowed him to imagine that
he could control the demon when they were so closely linked
together in every way.
Sweat soaked Connor's shirt as his spine stretched the flesh
on his back and pushed the demon body out from within. A mountain
of shifting cartilage took over his face, and his horns burst
through the top of his skull at the same time, outing him
as a demon once again. He barely
noted the burning hot pain searing through his body that was
a natural part of the shift, as fear of Cassandra's revulsion
took over his mind.
The demon emerged quickly and demanded control. Cassie jerked
beneath him and clutched the step above her, crying out as
his cock dug deep into her tight pussy, jamming her tender
flesh into the stairs. Connor fisted her hair and tugged her
head back, torturing himself when he saw a flash of panic
and fear darken her eyes. The demon frightened her, he could
tell, but even with that, he couldn't stop.
He smoothed a trembling hand down her hair. "I'm sorry,
I'm sorry," he whispered against her temple as his pace
picked up in accordance with his new body's needs. ... |
