By the time Siroos was done with her, Cassandra was swimming in the orgasms that had washed over her in torrents. Unable to do anything else but feel his tongue and mouth milking her out and drinking away the last of her milky drops.
Her heated core seemed to have sizzled down to a very dull thump, leaving her delirious and wasted. Her body went limp as every ounce of energy escaped from her.
Siroos only stopped when Cassandra begged him to, not having any more capacity to feed him her essence.
He finally lifted his face, his thick lips glistening with her juices coating them. The needy eyes with the colour of shimmering honey stared up at her with so much greed.
His cock strained so painfully against the loincloth that he wished to wrench it away and rut inside her. Deep into those damp folds which had clenched against his tongue.
Make her scream more, make her scream his name with those silky lips of hers. Now that he had gotten a taste he could savour them all night.
"I am going to put you in cold water. It will bring your body temperature even lower," Siroos said with a strain in his voice.
He knew he needed to get away from her. This was the capacity of his restraint.
Hooking his arms under her naked and limp body, Siroos picked her up and walked to the bath area.
Cassandra’s eyes had closed from the body-wrecking orgasms, lost in the feel of his mouth and skin; she was dizzy for now.
Siroos mind-linked Lana. She was the only one he could trust her with. His mother would freak out that he had stayed with Cassandra while she was going through heat and then Elders would be involved. He was by no means ready to face them again without wanting to wring their necks.
Placing her inside the bathtub which was half filled with water, Siroos carefully rested her head on the side and kneeled beside her. She had drifted into a sleep now that her body had calmed down, and that abrupt rush of hormones was not bothering her.
She couldn’t keep up with his tongue and he could only wonder what state she would be in when he would use his hand to pleasure her. ’She might faint!’ Dragon quipped, enjoying staring at their little mate.
’Mate! Is innocent,’ Wolf added.
He brushed away the random locks that were obscuring his view of her serene face. She was calm and he wished for her to stay like that. Her cries he had realised were not something he could bear at any cost and something told him she was going to be crying a lot being the Luna of this cursed pack.
"Don’t cry again and forgive me, Malakti. I am not worthy of you, but I don’t have a choice," he whispered the heavy burdens of his heart.
His cock twitched and ached, and he knew he would be spending hours calming himself down after this. He needed to ask Fownso for some oils and herbs.
The swift knocking on the door pulled him out of his thoughts. Picking up a towel he gently covered her with it and went out to answer the door. Before opening it he stared down at his erection.
"Chuff!" He shook his head. There was not much he could do, so he proceeded to the door.
Opening it, he found it was Lana with some bottles like vials in her hand and shock covering her face.
"Alpha!" She quickly bowed, trying to hide her angst.
"Come in, Lana," Siroos threw the door open, letting her enter and then closed it behind him.
"She is in heat. For now, I have stabilised her but you know how it is for females. It might take her time and she could go into a frenzied state again."
"Umm–I have brought something for that." She raised a small vial with purplish liquid in it and showed him.
"Good! I have already taken a risk, Lana. I don’t think I will return until her cycle passes. She is in your care for now. And this should remain between us that I was with her when her heat started," Siroos spoke, placing all his trust in his Beta female.
She placed her hand on her chest and diligently said.
"You can always trust me for anything, Alpha. This secret will die with me but I agree. A distance of a few days will be essential because Vera Haylia will come to know of the heat."
"Then I leave her in your trusted hands, Lana. Take care of my mate and if she needs anything, just tell me. I will be posting one of the female warriors outside, no male will be allowed."
Siroos got ready to leave and his eyes wandered to the scattered remains of Cassandra’s clothes. Lana had her work cut out for her but he knew she wouldn’t breathe a word to anyone except Ranon.
"No one will disturb, Nissa," she assured him. Siroos gave her a curt nod and exited the chamber, heading towards his own. He needed to take care of his erected poker as Cassandra had called it.
’Poker! How many times did you poke her with it for her to come up with such a silly name?’ The dragon teased and a small smile curved up on Siroos’s lips.
Today, he had gotten the delectable taste of his mate. Nothing, and he meant nothing, would have prepared him for this. She tasted not someone from this world for he had never tasted anything like her essence.
If she hadn’t been exhausted to the point of fainting, Siroos wouldn’t have stopped. And that body of hers, why it felt so familiar. The way it melted and conjoined with his.
Arriving in his chambers, he went straight to his washing area. Grabbing the brimming water bucket he poured it in his oval bathtub and settled inside to calm himself down.