INICIAR SESIÓNCassian’s POV Zolani cuddled closer, soft, boneless, still half-asleep and a growl tore out of my throat before I could choke it back.It was low, rough and very primal. She was butt-naked against me, skin fever-hot and silky, breasts pressed to my chest, one thigh slung over my hip like she was trying to fuse herself to me even in sleep.My cock was so hard it hurt, throbbing angrily against her stomach, leaking pre-cum in steady pulses that smeared between us every time she shifted.I’d already tried to slip away twice, once to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face, once just to pace the room and get some fucking air but every time I moved even an inch, her arms tightened around my neck, a sleepy little whine escaping her lips, and she burrowed deeper like I was her personal furnace.Clingy as fuck.And I was letting her.My wolf laughed inside my skull dark, mocking, and delighted.“You can fuck her, you know,” he snarled, pacing restlessly.“She already gave you the green
Zolani’s pov. He smiled dark, yet tender.“Then we take it slow,” he said. He rolled us slowly until I was on top, straddling him, my knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips. The shift was deliberate, unhurried, like he was giving me time to feel every inch of the change, the way my weight settled, the press of his body beneath me, the hard ridge of his cock trapped beneath the fabric of his trousers, throbbing insistently against my soaked core.My dress was still rucked up around my waist, panties gone, and the cool air of the room kissed the slick skin between my thighs. I shivered half from the temperature, and half from the raw exposure.“Ride my thigh,” he ordered softly, voice gravel-rough and low, the kind of quiet that made my spine straighten and my nipples tighten further.His hands settled on my hips, he was not forcing, just guiding, thumbs stroking the sensitive hollows where thigh met pelvis. “Show me how you move when you’re desperate for me.”I w
Zolani’s POVMy whole body was vibrating with need, raw, electric, and so damn overwhelming. This wasn’t like the dreams. The dreams had been hazy, safe, distant fantasies I could wake up from and shove into the back of my mind. This was real. Hot and heavy. Cassian Blackthorne was right here in my room, door probably locked, body pressed against mine, kissing me like he’d been starving for it longer than I had.His mouth moved over mine, slower at first, then deeper, and hungrier, his tongue stroking mine in long, filthy sweeps that made my knees buckle.I clutched his shoulders, nails digging in through his shirt and trying to hold on as the world narrowed to the heat of his lips, the scrape of his stubble, and the low growl rumbling in his chest every time I moaned into his mouth.He caught me when my legs gave out, strong arms banding around my waist, lifting me effortlessly until my back hit the wall, legs wrapping around his hips on instinct. His cock, thick, hard, straining
Zolani’s pov.The room was literally holding its breath and I think I'm a bit tipsy. I wonder if there was alcohol in the drink Aradia gave me."Go ahead Aradia, she's tired, I'll take her up, it's late already." He said and Aradia groaned in protest but nodded in affirmation anyway then she winked at me and focused on her men.Was she drunk?Aradia never allows anyone to take me away from her and now she just agreed to her dad?Yep, she was definitely drunk.Cassian’s grip tightened on my waist and then he turned and led me away through the crowd, up the stairs and into the shadows.The party continued behind us, music, laughter, like nothing had happenedBut everything had because Cassian Blackthorne had just claimed me in front of the entire pack.And I hadn’t stopped him well, I hadn’t wanted to.We reached my door, heart pounding, and legs unsteady.Cassian didn’t hesitate. He opened it with one hand, the door creaking under the pressure of his grip, then wrapped his other hand a
Zolani’s POVThe party was still raging like it had no intention of slowing down, let alone ending. Music thumped through the walls mixed with laughter, glasses clinking, voices rising and falling in waves of drunken chaos.I bet this was one of those nights that stretched into dawn, where people got sloppy, secrets spilled, and bodies passed out on couches or floors or knowing werewolves... piled in corners like puppies. The air smelled of spilled whiskey, roasted meat, pine from the massive Christmas trees, and that undercurrent of sweat.I’d tucked myself into the far end of the hall after the bathroom incident, back against a shadowed pillar, hidden in a corner where the lights didn’t quite reach.My legs were still shaky, thighs sticky with the evidence of what Cassian had done to me, and my breath came in short, uneven pulls. I needed to cool off, let my scent stabilize. Walking into a room full of wolves smelling like fresh orgasm wasn’t ideal, it was a recipe for disaster. One
Zolani’s POVI was humping Cassian’s single finger like it was the only thing keeping me alive.The restroom door was closed. The party thumped distantly through the walls, laughter, music, clinking glasses, voices calling names but it all felt miles away.Here, it was just the marble counter digging into my lower back, my dress rucked up around my waist, panties shoved to the side, and Cassian’s thick middle finger buried deep inside me.I rode it shamelessly.Hips rolling in tight, desperate circles. Breath hitching every time the pad of his finger curled against that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. My hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging through his shirt, trying to anchor myself while my body chased more, faster, harder.He stood perfectly still.Letting me use him and watching me fall apart.His other hand braced on the counter beside my hip, caging me in without touching. His eyes, still crimson at the edges were locked on my face now, drinking in every gasp,







