The Other Part of Me

Cassie

When Cassie felt herself hurting for Braden, she walked through their connecting bathroom and snuck into his bedroom. She went to his bed and inhaled. Mmmmm. It smelled like him... and a little like that black-haired female that kept calling her Candy.

She sat up horrified. Did he have sex with her when they disappeared together? She leaned down, bringing her face close to the sheets again, she inhaled deeply.

No, she realized their scents overlapped, but they weren't mixed together.

She was relieved.

She reached for one of his pillows and hugged it. Nope; same overlapping smell. She put the pillow back.

Cassie sat up and slowly scanned the room. Her senses needed something that would provide some sort of relief from this insatiable need for him. She found a dark brown wicker hamper next to a matching hardwood dresser. She edged off the bed and walked to it. She opened the lid and looked in. Sitting atop other articles of clothing was a creased, white wife-beater tank top. She could tell it retained his scent. She reached in to take it and replaced the lid. She pulled the softened material close to her face and smelled it as she walked back to her room. This took the edge off her desire.

Three hours later, Cassie was pacing around her bedroom feeling like the walls were about to cave around her.

From the time she made sure Eva stayed asleep until now, lucid thoughts containing concern and disappointment would seep in. This wasn't supposed to happen now. She was supposed to have a few more days to prepare. Braden told her this -- he knew the biology of a wolf, he was supposed to know. This was more his domain than it been hers.

There was still so much she had wanted to discuss with Braden before her fertile period began and now it was too late. The time to talk was over since the mere thought of his face or the memory of his voice had her skin burning with rabid hunger that only he could quell.

She heard commotion in his room when he had returned, but that wasn't the telltale sign of his proximity. His scent was the aphrodisiac adding fuel to her loins. She wanted him so much she knew she was going crazy not feeling him against her. She heard him walk into the connecting en suite.

Cassie halted her steps and stared at the adjoining door anxiously. He was coming to consummate their bond. It was finally time. She stood in front of the room ready to fall into his arms and be swept away by raw desire as soon as he walked in.

In her anticipation, each passing second seems to have lasted a lifetime... but then she heard the shower running.

Exasperation built up in her chest- but it was okay, he wanted to be clean-she understood that, after all, hopefully they would be skin-to-skin soon with their mouths and noses in each other's very personal spaces. She should be thankful to have such a considerate mate. She, herself had already taken three cold showers while she waited for him to return; and waited, she had done long enough.

With one more look at the en suite door, she ran to the nightstand beside her bed and pulled out the pack of condoms that were purchased before leaving Los Angeles.

She looked at the golden-colored carton in her hands and wondered if they would work? The morning after they met, upon ending their run and winding up naked in front of each other, she did sneak a quick peak. He was definitely a decent size while at rest, if he was even larger while erect, they may have a problem. She sighed. They had to work; they would just have to make them work!

She placed the box under a bed pillow and absent-mindedly began playing with her lips. She stared at the pillow and thought for a moment.

She pulled the box from under the pillow and decided to tear through the tamper-resistance tape that secured the box shut to be able to hurry the process along quicker. "I wonder if twelve condoms are enough?" She pushed the box back under the pillow and looked at the barrier standing between her and her mate.

Sounds of a running shower head completely stopped.

She looked down at what she wore and cursed herself for not making more of an effort to be more alluring for Braden. She was wearing the loose dress she wore the morning of the run. He had already seen her in that. She kicked herself for not going into the city for something sexier in honor her first time with Braden.

She wanted to get Eva's advice but the wolfsbane showed no signs of releasing her wolf from its spell anytime soon.

She walked to the dresser drawer where she had placed all of her undergarments. In her haste to pack, she simply grabbed a handful of bras and panties. Just her luck, she didn't choose a single matching set. She considered only wearing a thong and covering her bare breasts with her long hair but the cotton thongs screamed comfort more than they did, 'Come and ravage me, big boy.'

She slammed the drawer shut.

She looked back at the door. Where was he?

Cassie sat on the bed. As her body weighed down the mattress, the bed squeaked. The simple, innocuous sound sent her libido into overdrive. Her nipples grew harder, the aching between her legs intensified. Where the fuck was he?!

It was then she heard it; the door leading to HIS bedroom opened and closed.

He wasn't coming! That fucker wasn't coming! She nearly kicked the bed with so much pent-up sexual frustration but managed to stop herself when she noticed the rumpled tank top she stole from his room earlier had somehow wound up on the floor.

She quickly undressed and put the tank top on to ease the discomfort she was told would come. Having his scent so close to her bare skin drove her mad with lust. Her nipples puckered harder and she felt the moisture that had pooled between legs begin to slide down.

She reached down to massage some of the desire away. The wetness made her skin ultra-sensitive to the touch. The slickness made the friction against her clit feel good, but not good enough.

She released a whimper - not out of pleasure, but because she was slowly leaving the discomfort phase away and seemingly the pain-phase was about to begin. Cassie ran into the bathroom and turned on the shower head. She leaned against the wall and let the cold cascade run down her length.

When it did very little to ease the pain, she'd had enough.

She shut off the water and exited the shower. She reached Braden's door and stormed into his bedroom.

He startled at the sound of her crashing through his door. He was standing naked, with a white towel around his neck. His hair was wet and tousled, and he had droplets of water on his skin.

He looked delicious.

She saw his eyes take in her sight from head to toe.

It was then that she realized she was soaking wet in his white tank top. Every part of her skin was set on fire under his hungry gaze.