Free Web NovelChapter 84: Chapter 83: Cain
Eve woke to the unsettling sensation of being watched.
Her eyes fluttered open slowly, still heavy with sleep, and immediately locked onto the figure sitting beside her on the bed. Silas....or at least, she thought it was Silas....sat perfectly still, his dark eyes fixed on her with an intensity that made her breath catch.
But something was off.
She turned her head, reaching instinctively for Damian’s solid warmth on her other side, only to find empty sheets already cool to the touch. Damon’s spot was vacant too. They’d left for pack business or territory meetings....she vaguely remembered Damian mentioning something about it last night.
Which meant she was alone with Silas.
Again.
When she looked back at him, his lips curved into a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. "Hey," he said softly, his voice rougher than usual. "How are you feeling?"
"I’m fine," Eve replied, though her heart was beating faster than it should. Something about the way he was looking at her....like a predator watching prey....set off warning bells in her newly developed instincts.
Silas moved closer, his body heat washing over her as he leaned in. His nose pressed against her neck, inhaling deeply, and she felt him shudder.
"I couldn’t sleep," he murmured against her skin, his breath hot and uneven. "Cain has been so restless. Clawing at me, demanding I come to you. So I gave in and came to watch you sleep. Just... watch."
His lips brushed the sensitive spot below her ear, and despite the warning signals firing in her brain, Eve’s body responded immediately. Heat pooled low in her belly, her thighs pressing together instinctively.
But Silas....or whatever part of him was in control right now....noticed everything. freewebnoveℓ.com
"I can smell you," he growled, his hand sliding down her body to grip her hip possessively. "Smell how wet you’re getting just from this. From me being close to you."
His hand positioned her firmly on her back, and Eve let him, her body overriding her mind’s caution. She watched as he moved down her body with predatory grace, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her underwear.
Then everything happened too fast.
His fingers shifted....literally shifted....lengthening and sharpening into claws. With two precise slices, he cut through both sides of her panties, the ruined fabric falling away to expose her completely.
Eve gasped, more from shock than fear, as Silas stared at her exposed pussy for what felt like an eternity. Thirty seconds. Maybe more. Just staring with those dark eyes that seemed to grow darker by the moment, watching how she glistened with arousal, how her body betrayed her need.
"Beautiful," he whispered, almost reverently. "So fucking beautiful when you’re wet for me."
Then his mouth was on her, and Eve’s back arched off the bed.
He didn’t start gentle. His tongue dragged through her folds with firm pressure, licking her from entrance to clit in one long, devastating stroke. The sound he made....a deep, satisfied groan....vibrated against her sensitive flesh and made her whimper.
"Silas," she breathed, her hands fisting in the sheets.
He didn’t respond with words. Instead, he sealed his lips around her clit and sucked hard, making her cry out. His tongue circled the swollen bud with maddening precision, alternating between gentle flicks and firm pressure that had her thighs trembling within minutes.
Then he added his fingers.
One thick digit pushed inside her, and Eve’s hips bucked involuntarily. He held her down with his free hand splayed across her lower belly, keeping her pinned while he worked that finger in and out, curling it to hit the spot that made stars explode behind her eyelids.
"More," she heard herself beg, her hands moving from the sheets to his hair, holding him against her. "Please, more."
He obliged immediately, adding a second finger and increasing the pace. His mouth never left her clit, sucking and licking with a dedication that bordered on worship. The wet sounds of his fingers pumping into her mixed with her increasingly desperate moans, filling the room with obscene music.
Eve lost track of time. There was nothing but his mouth on her clit, his fingers inside her, the relentless building pleasure that climbed higher and higher. He fingered her with expert precision, finding every sensitive spot inside her and exploiting it ruthlessly. When he crooked both fingers and pressed firmly against her G-spot while simultaneously sucking her clit hard, she nearly screamed.
"That’s it," he murmured against her pussy, his voice muffled but audible. "Let me taste it. Let me drink everything you give me."
He added a third finger, stretching her wider, and the slight burn mixed with pleasure in ways that made her head spin. His tongue worked her clit faster now, more urgently, like he was chasing her orgasm as desperately as she was.
Eve’s thighs started to shake, her entire body drawing tight as the climax built to an unbearable peak. His fingers pumped faster, harder, the wet sounds getting louder as her arousal dripped down his hand, onto the sheets beneath her.
She was right there, right on the edge....
Then the energy in the room shifted.
It was subtle at first, like the air pressure changing before a storm. But then his fingers became almost brutal in their intensity, pumping into her with a force that stole her breath. His tongue on her clit turned aggressive, almost punishing in its attention.
"Silas," she gasped, something like alarm cutting through the pleasure. "Wait...."
But when he raised his head to look at her, keeping his fingers buried deep inside her pussy, Eve’s heart stopped.
His eyes had turned completely gold.
Molten, predatory gold that gleamed with an intelligence that was distinctly not human. Not even fully Silas.
Cain smiled at her, his lips and chin glistening with her arousal, and spoke in a voice that was deeper, rougher, more primal than Silas’s.
"Hello, little mate."
Eve forgot how to breathe.
She lay there, pinned under his golden gaze, his fingers still buried inside her, and felt pure, instinctive fear flood her system. This wasn’t Silas. This was his wolf. His wolf who was supposed to wait until she was strong enough to survive his claiming.
His wolf who had just taken complete control.
"Cain," she whispered, and it came out terrified.
His smile widened, showing teeth that seemed slightly sharper than they should be. "You remember my name. Good. I was worried you’d forgotten about me, little mate, with all the attention you’ve been giving my human half."
His fingers flexed inside her, making her gasp and clench around him involuntarily. The fear should have killed her arousal, but her traitorous succubus body responded to his dominance, getting wetter despite her terror.
Cain’s nostrils flared, scenting her renewed arousal, and his eyes darkened with satisfaction. "Are you afraid of me, little mate?"
Eve couldn’t answer. Couldn’t think past the golden eyes boring into her soul and the fingers still stretching her open. freewebnoveℓ.com
"Because you weren’t afraid when you were pulling my head between your legs," Cain continued, his voice a dark purr. "Weren’t afraid when you were holding me still, demanding more while I tongue-fucked this pretty pussy. You were begging so sweetly, grinding against my face like you couldn’t get enough."
"That was...." Eve’s voice cracked. "I thought you were Silas."
"Silas and I share the same body, little mate. Share the same desires. The same hunger for you." His fingers pumped slowly, deliberately, making her whimper. "The only difference is I’m not afraid to take what I want."
He withdrew his fingers suddenly, and Eve couldn’t stop the sound of loss that escaped her. Cain brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean while maintaining eye contact. The sight was so obscene, so devastatingly erotic, that Eve felt another rush of wetness between her thighs.
"Delicious," he murmured, licking his lips. "I could feast on you for hours. Days. And I will, little mate. Soon. But first...." His golden eyes gleamed with dark intent. "I want a show."
"A show?" Eve’s voice came out barely above a whisper.
"Touch yourself," Cain commanded, settling back on his haunches to watch her. "Finger that wet pussy while I watch. Show me how you pleasure yourself when you’re alone. When you’re thinking about us."
"No," Eve protested weakly, even as her hand moved of its own accord, drawn by the compulsion in his voice. "Cain, please...."
"Please what?" He tilted his head, looking every inch the predator. "Please stop? We both know you don’t want me to stop, little mate. Your body is screaming for me. I can smell how desperately you need to come."
Eve’s fingers found her clit, and she couldn’t stop the moan that escaped. Cain’s eyes tracked the movement hungrily, his focus absolute.
"That’s it," he encouraged, his voice dropping to that dark, commanding purr. "Circle that pretty clit. Slowly. I want to watch you build yourself up nice and slow."
Eve obeyed, even as tears of frustration and fear pricked her eyes. Her fingers moved in slow circles, the pleasure building despite her terror. She knew she wasn’t strong enough for Cain’s claiming. Elder Markov had been explicit about that. If Cain marked her now, if he completed the bond, it could kill her.
But her body didn’t care about survival. It only cared about the pleasure, about the golden eyes watching her with such focused intensity.
"Faster," Cain ordered, and his hand came up to stroke her neck....not squeezing, just resting there, his claws barely pricking her skin. "I want to see you lose control. Want to watch you come apart for me."
His touch on her neck sent electricity racing through her veins. Eve’s fingers moved faster, her hips rolling to meet her own touch. The pleasure spiraled higher, mixing with fear in a cocktail that made her dizzy.
"You’re so beautiful like this," Cain murmured, his claws dragging lightly over her pulse point. "Touching yourself, afraid and aroused at the same time. Do you know how long I’ve waited to see you like this? How many nights I’ve had to sit back and watch while Rex and Kane claimed you?"
His claws pressed just slightly harder, not enough to break skin but enough to remind her of how easily he could. "Now add your fingers. I want to see them disappear inside you. Want to watch you fuck yourself on your own hand while I decide whether to let you come or edge you until you’re begging."
