From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 357

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Chapter 357 Deranged Cassian

CASSIAN.

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I sighed in disappointment at my findings Glancing back at the fire escape I crawled up to get in here, I noted that the window latch was busted–barely holding. I hadn’t needed to force it.

‘Someone else could get in too.’

I froze.

Yeah. That was the problem. If it was that easy for me, it was that easy for anyone. That just didn’t sit right with me at all. Especially when I knew for certain someone out there had hurt her. I should have fucking compelled that out of her. But even I had a moral standard, and that felt unforgivable.

‘Fix that for her. Keep her safe.’

I nodded.

Oh, I would either be fixing it or moving her to the island. It had been days since she ran from us at the warehouse. I’d told Dorian leaving her alone and unprotected was fucking stupid.

What if another hive caught her scent?

My beast huffed, unimpressed. He was a greedy, mischievous little shit. Just like me.

“I know. We don’t share.”

Not outside the hive, at least.

I snooped through drawers and cabinets.

Mismatched dishes. A handful of clothes. Nothing personal. Nothing sentimental. I ran a hand through my messy hair. I hadn’t bothered styling my hair today, and it annoyingly fell into my eyes.

My gaze landed on her bed in the far corner of the room. The sheets were rumpled, like she’d just gotten out of them. A low rumble vibrated in my chest as I approached.

‘Touch it.’

“I shouldn’t. It’s her space.”

He scoffed.

‘You’re already in her home. Might as well burn off some of that pent–up energy.‘

I grinned. My beast was the devil on my shoulder who murmured sweet nothings in my ear and convinced me my questionable choices were good ideas.

I snickered.

“Fuck it.”

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Chapter 357 Deranged Casslan

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+crawled onto her bed and leaned back against the headboard and envisioned her crawling up from the foot of the bed. My cock hardened instantly. Without overthinking it, I grabbed her pillow and pressed it to my face, breathing her in deep, smothering myself in her scent as I dipped my hand below the waistband of my suit pant.

So good.”

I hummed in agreement, slipping my cock free and gripping myself harshly. The leather of my gloves felt smooth against my heated skin. I squeezed my piercing hard. Right to the edge of pain, a sharp hiss tearing out of me as my eyes slid shut.

Maybe I was punishing myself for making her feel like an object. Or maybe some part of me needed to hurt for crossing a line inside her safe space. I knew damn well my brother would disapprove.

‘She wouldn’t approve either, though would she?‘

I could picture her glare sharp as a blade, chin lifting in defiance, that spark of anger flashing in her eyes as she told me exactly what she thought of my audacity. The way she’d bristle. Fuck I liked it when she was pissed. Better than when she was scared. The thought didn’t stop me. It only drove me harder. I pumped my cock faster as I thought about her red pouty lips.

I wanted to sink my fangs into them. My mind replayed her flushed cheeks when I teased her, the way color bloomed high and hot while her eyes sharpened like she wanted to bite back. Her body always betrayed her before her mouth caught up, and I loved that about her–loved how responsive she was even when she hated herself for it.

So damn responsive.

My grip tightened.

Faster. Harder. Mine.

“Fuck,” I groaned, pleasure and frustration tangling together as I imagined her red, pouty lips–soft, parted, sinful–fit perfectly over the head of my cock. The barb of my piercing scraped across the roof of her mouth.

“Yes, darling. Just like that.” My head tipped back as a deep, feral sound tore from my throat. The release came fast and angry, my beast riding me hard as instinct flooded to the surface. I snarled under my breath as everything crashed through me.

Afterward, I looked down and smirked. My gloves.

The sheets. My pants. A sticky mess.

I grabbed her pillow again, using it to clean myself off my grin darkening. I liked the idea of her curling up later, cheek pressed to it, never knowing what I’d left behind.

The thought pleased my beast, too. It settled him. Though not for long. The tension coiled quickly once more. It wasn’t enough. The release didn’t soothe the edges.

I needed more.

I needed blood and to run off some steam. Burn this excess energy out of my system before it drove me crazy. I should leave. Go deeper in the city.

Feed. Maybe indulge in other pleasures just to clear my head. It’s what I’d normally do. I scowled. I didn’t want some random hookup. I wanted her.

‘Only her.‘

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