My Alpha Biker Mate

CHAPTER 55

CHAPTER 55

NOVA'S POV

I sit down there on the bed, practically losing my mind. But I don't even care. Cassian is giving me all the space that I need, but I want him around.

Is it bad that I just want him to come and tell me that he actually loves me? It feels like I am asking for too much. And I don't want to be the one to bother him. Nate is somewhere in the pack, but I am not allowed to see him. Not after everything that has happened.

I can only keep myself assured that Jason has assured him that I am alive.

I finally remove the bond that I have blocked. I can feel Cassian, and he doesn't seem too happy. I close my eyes, as I imagine sending him warmth.

His heart rate increases. I can't help but smile to myself. It is working. But that doesn't stop me from trying to figure out just how much the attraction actually runs.

I send even more warmth.

Later that evening, I am trying other emotions. Attraction. Temptation. Lust.

Name it.

I have just gotten out of the bathroom, after sending emotions of lust. I can feel Cassian stagger where he is. I smirk. I have an effect on him. More than I could have ever braced myself for.

The door is suddenly pushed open, and Cassian is sweating. He is breathing hard. And there is a huge bulge pushing against his trousers.

“Don't. Ever. Try. That. Again.” He says, and his eyes are narrowed into slits.

I am more than glad to see him. He takes a step towards me, but I don't take one back. Instead, I step towards him, tipping my chin.

“Or what?” I ask calmly. I can feel his warm breath on my face.

He grabs my wrist without hesitation, pulling me towards him.

“You won't like what would happen afterwards.”

I smile, before bringing a finger to his chest. “Maybe that's exactly what I want.”

I free my wrist from his grasp, as I take a step back. My fingers are wrapped around the knot of my towel, and I take it off. The towel falls on the floor, and Cassian doesn't hesitate as he walks over to me, slamming his lips against mine, like his life depends on it.

His c**k presses against my stomach, and I fumble with the buckle of his belt. I can feel the wetness coat my c**t. He helps me take the belt buckle off, as he slips his shirt off. I lean down slowly, running my tongue along his shaft. Along the veins that are practically pulsing.

“f**k, Nova,” he mutters, as he tugs against my hair. I lick off the precum dripping from the tip. I stand up straight again, batting my lashes at him.

“Are you going to f**k me or not?” I ask in a whisper, and he pushes my shoulders backwards gently, making me fall back on the bed.

This is where I want to be.

He claims my lips as his again, before he kisses my neck, sinking his teeth into the mate mark again. My back arches off the bed, and I press my thighs together. Anything to give me pleasure at that point.

Cassian's fingers slide down to my c**t, as he continues kissing my neck, and then he wraps his tongue around a n****e, grazing it with his teeth. A moan escapes my lips, as he palms the other breast.

He slaps my hand away, before slipping a hand into me.

“Cassian,” I whisper, opening my eyes to see him watching me.

He takes his fingers away, before bringing them to my lips. I lick my wetness off his fingers, before biting down on one of them.

He barely flinches. The only thing he does is smirk.

He parts my legs even more, before slamming right into me. My fingers are wrapped around the sheets, and I bite my lower lip too hard that I can taste blood.

Cassian brings his thumb to my lips, freeing them. “If you're going to scream, then do it so hard that the whole pack hears you.”

I nod at him. “I've heard you. Now, f*****g move.”

I thrust against him, looking for movement of any kind. He thrusts into me again, harder than before. I can feel the pressure shoot up my legs, and my stomach is in folds. Cassian switches between rolling his eyes to the back of his head, groaning, and muttering my name. My hands shake, looking for anything to tug. His hair, his hands, the bedsheets. It doesn't matter. Anything that is able to catch my attention for long.

My nails find his back, as I practically claw through. I can feel the wetness of blood on his back, but Cassian doesn't look like he minds.

Fuck, he looks like he likes it.

My toes curl up, as Cassian goes faster.

“f**k, I'm going to…” I whisper, and Cassian leans down again, kissing my neck and basically every part of my skin.

I come around his c**k, and Cassian continues moving gently at the same pace, as he comes inside me. He leans down for another kiss, as he whispers my name against my lips.

“Don't leave,” he says, and I am just about to reply when I feel a sharp pain that makes me move away from Cassian. I feel the stab of a knife in my chest, and it is getting harder to breathe. He feels it as well, because he suddenly pulls away from me.

“What was that?” I ask, and the pack’s alarm goes off. I watch as Cassian goes into full alert mode.

“An attack.” The mode of the alarm changes immediately. “From inside the pack.”

Cassian slips into his clothes, and he is just about to leave when he suddenly turns around to look at me.

“Come on, put your clothes on. There's no way I'm leaving you here.”

For the first time since that morning, I actually feel something that didn't have to do with pain, confusion or pleasure.