Beautiful.
“This smells fantastic.” She approaches with a smile, stopping next to me.
I pull her closer with an arm around her waist. “Ready to find out who locked your powers?”
She nods, pressing a hand to my stomach. “Yeah. Maybe it can help me control some of it. I don’t want to explode and kill someone like last time.” Her gaze dances between us. “I don’t want to hurt you two.”
“You won’t,” Donatello reassures her, shooting her a smile before he turns back to the bacon. “But you’re right, it would be interesting if you could learn some control. For defense, at least.”
“Can’t you?” I pull away, facing her. “Draw some of it? Try to imitate what you felt that day?”
She shakes her head. “I tried in the shower, but I can’t...” She motions in circles to her chest, then away from it. “Pull or push it. I don’t know. I just have no idea what to do.”
Donatello sighs. “And neither of us have magic, so we can’t help you.”
“You need a magic tutor,” I point out, hoping Donatello knows someone.
Cassandra snaps her fingers. “I should find a Hogwarts.”
“You know, you’re just revealing your age,” Donatello mocks without looking up from the pan. “The first Harry Potter came out in the nineties.”
“So what?” Cassandra says in a high-pitched voice, marching to Donatello. “Just because a book came out years ago doesn’t mean I could only read it then. Or I would never have read Anna Karenina.”
Donatello’s eyebrows arch in a dramatic, skeptical face. “You read Anna Karenina?”
Call me ignorant, but I have zero fucking ideas about who that is.
Cassandra shrugs. “I tried, and then I stopped halfway through and downloaded the movie. Yes. Piracy. I’m evil.” She releases an evil queen laughter that makes me laugh too. Donatello chuckles, shaking his head.
“Alright, Evil Queen.” I approach her, curling my hands around her waist and pulling her against my chest. “Back to defending yourself. Do you think you could fight someone if you had to? Without your powers?”
She steps away from the stove and circles me, raising her hands in a fighting stance. “Wanna try me out, sexy?”
A smile bursts from my lips. “You’re in an awfully good humor today.”
She shrugs, her hands still up. “The bed was comfy.” A smile dances on her lips, but it doesn’t sound right. My instincts tell me she isn’t lying — she thinks the bed was comfortable. I feel something else, too. Something she doesn’t quite want to share.
And if she doesn’t want to share, I won’t force it out of her.
I raise my fists at her, stepping away from the kitchen and into the living room. She follows me, a teasing smile on her face. “Humor me,” I tell her.
With a click of her tongue in mock-annoyance, she pounces, pulling an elbow back. I watch her fist coming to my face, but my unnatural speed makes it easy to dodge. Cassandra doesn’t look defeated, though, and makes with the other fist in an upper swing. This time, I just almost escape her fist from connecting to my chin.
“Wow,” I breathe out, raising my brows to her.
She stops, bouncing from foot to foot and grinning. “That’s right. Don’t mock me, punk. Throw your best punch.” A wink. “I can take it.”
Like hell I would punch my mate. Instead, I let a smirk cross my face before I bend at the waist, too fast for her to follow, and pick her up over my shoulder. Cassandra squeals, dropping down my back as I keep her legs in my hold.
“You prick!” She cries out, slapping my ass. I jerk in surprise. “Put me down!” she orders, but she’s chuckling, so it’s not very convincing.
I do put her down, and her body drags over every inch of mine before her feet touch the ground. A tiny whimper escapes her when her pussy presses against the ever-hard bulge of my cock. A sharp intake of air, and laughter dies out on my lips. She stares at me with those beautiful, wide eyes, trying to read me, trying to make sure she can trust me.
And I don’t know how to convince her. Yeah, we started off on the wrong foot, but she’s my mate and I’m on her side. There’s no way I’d ever hurt her. That’s not a thing shifters do.
Cassandra seems to read my mind because she prompts herself on the tips of her toes, and her lips brush mine. I cup the back of her head in a hand and part her lips to drink from her taste. Every stroke of my tongue over hers elicits a soft moan, and I’m dying to stick my cock in her. Fuck, this girl has no idea how sexy she is. Every tiny sound drives me crazy.
I more sense him than hear him approaching, but Donatello stops behind Cassandra, and I half-open my eyes to see him pulling her hair away from her neck. My body tenses, but Donatello presses kisses to her skin, down her spine. Cassandra sighs against my lips, and I decide I don’t mind sharing her with him too much. The sounds she makes when Donatello’s fingers trace down her skin are beyond erotic. The sweet scent of her arousal makes my knees weak — I’m dying to drop in front of her and adore her cunt the way it deserves.