Cain pulled back and stared into my eyes before engulfing my mouth with his, kissing me tenderly and passionately. I melted into him, embracing this moment I longed for before pulling back to gasp for air. “You scared me; I thought you were dead. Why did you sacrifice yourself?” I told him honestly and asked the question that had been heavy on my mind.
He rubbed the back of his neck and gave me a commiserating stare. “I thought I was dead too, if I am being honest, but I just suddenly woke up, feeling dazed, lost and a little feral. No one else knows I am awake; the nurses checked me over after I calmed down and said I’m fine now. Rose then told me how upset you were, so I came straight here.” Cain cupped my cheek, his features softening. “Freja, I know what happened scared you, and that was not my intention, but I would die 1000 times, in the most brutal of ways, if it meant saving your life. You are my mate, and although you are a pain in my ass, I love you and would do anything for you.” So he told me, and I felt a pang in my chest from his words.
Cain leaned down again, his lips gently rubbing against mine before he froze. He reared back, his brows furrowed, and Cain stared at me with a bewildered expression. “Something is different about you; something has changed.” He said curiously.
I swallowed hard, afraid to tell him what had happed, fearing his reaction. “What do you mean?” I asked, playing dumb.
His eyes roamed my face. “I can’t scent your wolf.” Cain’s tone was clipped, and I could see it in his eyes that he didn’t believe me.
I glanced away from him, not wanting to tell him the truth, but he placed a finger under my chin and turned my gaze back to his scrutinizing stare. “Freja, what the fuck happened?” He demanded to know.
I exhaled heavily. “Well, the knife you were stabbed with was rare and also cursed to kill any supernatural. However, it barely penetrated your skin and was instead killing you slowly. I couldn’t bear it; seeing you like that was tearing me apart inside, and then someone told me that there was a cure. So, Gunnar and I travelled to the forest of the damned and got the cure, but I had to pay the price to get the cure. Unfortunately, the price was my wolf.” I regretfully told him.
He sat up on the bed and looked away from me before abruptly standing to his feet. Cain started to pace around the room, making me anxious, and I wondered what was going through his mind. I sat up, my eyes following his every move. “Say something,” I asked him, disliking his silent treatment.
Cain walked over to the dresser and slammed his hands down on the wooden piece of furniture, then hung his head. His whole body tensed. “How could you do that?” He asked through gritted teeth.
I stood up from the bed. “I was told that there was a chance I could save you, and I took that chance without hesitation. Yes, the price was devastating, but my wolf and I agreed on the decision together. She and I wanted to save you, and we were willing to do whatever it took.” I told him, proud of the decision because we did it, we saved him, which meant her death wasn’t for nothing.
Cain straightened himself, standing to his full height. “What if you had died?” He growled out.
I sucked in a deep breath. “But I didn’t.” I had known the risks and that there was a chance I wouldn’t make it, but Cain was worth taking that chance.
A deep growl rumbled from him, reverberating throughout the room, and it was clear that he was pissed with my decisions. Cain turned around, facing me now and stormed towards me. He gripped my wrists firmly, then spun me around before bending me over and burying my face into the bed. Cain laid on top of me, his hard cock pressed against my ass, and my whole body felt alive from the contact. He gripped my hair tightly in his hand, yanking my head back before his soft lips brushed against my ear and causing goosebumps to spread across my heated skin. “I think you need to be taught a lesson.” He said in a seductive and husky tone.
I squeezed my thighs together as the lust for him grew. “Yes, I do,” I whispered, and Cain released a satisfactory growl before nipping my ear. He reared back, then flipped me over and onto my back. Cain straddled me, careful not to put his full weight on me and then ripped my shirt in half. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and he seemed pleased with this, as a smile spread across those plump lips while he cupped my breasts in his hands and rolled my nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
Cain stood from the bed and removed what was left of my shirt. He ripped the torn fabric in half again before flipping me back onto my stomach. Then, straddling me once again, Cain tied my hands together with a piece of the shirt before tying the other end to the bed post.
My panties were soaked from my juices, as the desire to have him was stronger than ever. Once he was finished tying me, he rubbed his hands down my body, sending shockwaves across my skin. Cain ripped my underwear off and pulled the fabric out from under me. My ass was now bare to him, and he squeezed it roughly.
Cain’s hand reached between us, his fingers gliding along my inner thigh, and I spread my legs as much as I could, giving him better access. His fingers slid down my wet folds, then gently rubbed my clit, and my breathing hitched. Cain pushed a finger inside of me, pumping it in and out at a steady pace. Then, he added another finger and picked up his pace.
My moans filled the room as Cain continued his assault on my throbbing core, stroking my clit and pumping his fingers inside of me with skill. His thumb rubbed against my asshole, gently and my eyes widened, wondering what he was doing. Then, Cain slowly slid his thumb inside of me, and I released a loud gasp as it burned a little.
I squirmed beneath him. “Cain, what….” He didn’t let me continue my questioning.
He leaned down, the heat of his body radiating on my back, as he wrapped an arm around my neck and covered my mouth with his hand. “Shh, be a good girl and be quiet,” Cain whispered sweetly and softly.