(NSFW Content Ahead)
Lana instantly paled and the rolling pin dropped with a thud on the hard ground and rolled away towards Siroos. Cassandra couldn’t help but imagine the similarities between his weaner and that of the rolling pin.
"Alpha!" Lana instantly bowed in a panicked state and returned to her baking while Cassandra bunched up her lips, hoping he hadn’t heard what they had been discussing.
"What did you find gross? Cassa?" Siroos questioned again, he had come looking for her as he didn’t want to eat alone.
"It was just some new way of cooking the meat Lana was telling me about. I found the method gross," Cassandra quickly blurted out, which made Siroos raise both his brows at her. He didn’t believe it.
The way both of them had reacted, he knew it was something else.
"Come, I am hungry. Lana will see to the rest of it. We should eat; you must be hungry, too." He ushered her towards himself, and, stealing a glance at a very reddened Lana, Cassandra walked away.
Siroos took her to the table and helped her settle down. Faris and Haylia were having an argument.
"Your impetuous and childish attitude keeps growing, Faris. The time is nigh that you accept the role of Sera in the pack and take a chosen mate. An heir is needed for the continuation of our bloodline. Why can’t you understand such a simple point?" Haylia lamented making Faris bristle.
Cassandra had hardly ever seen him serious, today he seemed angered. That cheeky smile of his was missing.
"Why can’t I live my life the way I want? Isn’t it bad enough that you people control brother’s life and now want to do the same to me?" He leaned in the chair with his arm around the chair’s back.
"You have done squandering. The Alpha family is responsible for the whole pack and that includes you. Don’t make me force my hand, Faris. You are an Alpha born not a jester." Haylia threatened in a very low but dangerous voice which made Siroos place his hand on hers.
Faris pushed the chair back in anger and stormed out, his food remaining untouched. Cassandra sadly watched him leave and knew she had to speak with him. It was likely he would listen to her.
"Relax! Give him some time. I will handle it. You know how he is; he won’t do well under threats. He is rebellious," Siroos said to his mother in a reassured manner.
She sighed heavily and busied herself with eating. Siroos and Cassandra did the same.
After finishing the meal she wished them goodnight and left for her chamber.
Siroos walked Cassandra to hers. Silence prevailed between them which she broke.
"Will Faris be alright? You should go talk to him."
Siroos slowly shook his head.
"No, not tonight. When he gets like this he doesn’t listen to anyone but Ranon. He has already taken him out. They will return tomorrow and he will be more level-headed. I will speak to him then."
Cassandra nodded with an understanding.
Siroos’s heart began to become restless, the nearer they got to Cassandra’s chamber. How he wished to spend the night with his mate. Seeing the desires circling his eyes like hungry vultures, Cassandra spoke and offered her hand.
"Stay with me for a while."
Disbelief flashed on Siroos’s face, she had never asked him to stay with her before.
Siroos was quick to take it and she guided him inside, bolting the door tightly shut.
They settled in Cassandra’s soft bedding and Siroos settled her on his bulging thigh. All the tiredness disappeared as she placed her head on his bare chest and breathed in that scent unique only to him.
"Tired?" He questioned, placing his nose in her hair and picking up the golden streaks from her delicate shoulder and spreading them on her back.
"A bit, all my muscles are stiff," Cassandra confessed. Siroos’s hands began to gently massage her stiff shoulders.
The roughness of his hands mingled with the soft strokes he provided on her skin as they moved and a moan threatened to escape her parted lips.
"Emmm!" She groaned out with her eyes closed. "How do you know how much pressure to apply to make your movements so soothing?"
Siroos only naughtily grinned at her question, watching her relax against himself. Instead, he asked.
"Tell me what you were talking about with Lana and I might share," his teasing words made her open her eyes and tip her head up to watch him.
"If you are a good boy and give me a massage of my liking, I might show you." It was her turn to wink at him.
"You are challenging me, Malakti?" The voice darkened. He knew she was hiding something.
"Don’t you want to see?" Cassandra poked her tongue out and slowly licked her lower lip, enticing him. That was a very direct invitation and Siroos could no longer hold himself back.
His voice dropped to a silky whisper that had her insides tingling.
"Why not?" Siroos effortlessly pushed her into the mattress, flat on her tummy. Hooking his pointer fingers in the straps of her dress, Siroos slowly peeled it off, revealing her skin to him. It had bronzed now, dying in the colours of their land.
"Wait up!" Siroos said and went over to the cupboard which he had filled with all kinds of oils for her. Grabbing a relaxing oil with a thick consistency and a sweet scent, Siroos poured some onto his large palm. Gently rubbing it with the other one he returned and placed both his palms on her warm back and his fingers on her shoulders.
"Umm!" His deft fingers began to knead her flesh in a way that made her hungrily whimper.
Such relief and comfort coasted over her skin and muscles that all she could do was lax her body as the oil and his hands weaved their magic.
Skillfully he pressed the spot right below her neck and then the one between her shoulder blades. Tension seemed to release from her body, her sore muscles relaxed. The man had magical hands.
And then they wandered lower; her flesh was slick with a thick coating of oil. His fingers reached her peachy buns and he stripped them off the cotton undergarment she had adorned.
Cassandra raised her bottom so Siroos could easily take them off and flung them over his head.
"So soft, like the freshly baked buns," Siroos traced his pointer on them, making milky fluid and a burning need appear between her thighs, he slowly parted them and began to oil her all the way back.
Wasn’t this supposed to relieve the tension, why was it building up again?
Cassandra shuddered, her breathy moans charged the air around them when he hotly whispered against her skin.
"This might slightly hurt but it will be worth it." Pouring a dab of oil between her buns Siroos traced his finger between both her holes.
Her body went taut when he tried to invade the one between her peaches with his index finger. Sensing her apprehensions and agitation, Siroos instantly said.
"Relax! I know what I am doing."