Riley’s POV
They stare at for a while without saying anything, and one by one they turn and leave the room.
Caden goes first. Then Gunnar follows him out, closing the door softly behind them.
Only Cane remains.
He stands there looking at with those eyes that still have a little gold in them from earlier. I pull my knees tighter to my chest and whisper, "Leave too, please."
But it seems he is not buying that at all, because he starts walking toward at once, slow, steady steps that make my heart race faster.
I almost scream when the fear hits hard again, rembering his claws and the blood, but he is quick enough to cover my mouth with his big warm hand, pressing it firmly but not too hard.
"Keep quiet," he says in a cold voice that sends chills down my back.
I do it out of fear, nodding fast against his palm.
He looks at briefly, his face close to mine, and then he says, "I don’t know what triggered this, but we wouldn’t hurt you for anything. Do you understand?"
His voice is low and serious, like he really ans every word.
I nod again, like I am agreeing to an order, because I am too scared to do anything else. My body is shaking a little, still pressed against the door.
Cane keeps his hand over my mouth for a few more seconds, watching carefully. Then he slowly pulls it away.
I stay silent, breathing fast through my nose.
He reaches out and touches my cheek with his thumb, wiping away a tear I didn’t even know was there. The touch feels gentle, which confuses , because I saw what those sa hands did earlier.
"You are safe now, Riley," he says quietly.
His other hand moves to my shoulder, rubbing it slowly in circles. It should scare , but instead it makes my skin tingle in a different way.
I want to push him away and tell him to stop, but my arms feel heavy. The fear mixes with sothing else — that familiar warm pull in my stomach that always happens when they touch .
Cane leans in closer and presses his lips to my forehead first in a soft kiss. Then he moves down to my cheek, and finally to my mouth, kissing gently at first, like he is testing if I will pull back.
I don’t.
My mind is spinning, and his lips feel warm and firm against mine, making my breathing change from scared pants to sothing deeper.
He kisses harder after that, his tongue slipping past my lips to taste . I make a small sound against his mouth, half fear, half sothing I don’t want to na.
Cane’s hand slides from my shoulder down to my side, pulling closer to him while we are still on the floor by the door. I feel his body heat through my clothes.
"Let show you that I only want to make you feel good," he murmurs against my lips, breaking the kiss for a second. His voice is rough now in a way that sends heat between my legs.
I shake my head a little, but he kisses again, deeper this ti. His hand moves up under my shirt, finding my bare skin and tracing my ribs, making shiver.
Cane pulls back enough to look at . His eyes are darker now.
"Tell if you want to stop," he says.
I don’t answer. The words are stuck in my throat. Instead, I let him lift my shirt slowly, exposing my breasts to the cool air in the room.
He stares at them for a mont, then leans down and takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, using his tongue to circle it until it gets tight and sensitive.
I gasp loud, and my hand cos up to his hair without thinking, holding on as he sucks and licks, switching to the other breast and giving it the sa attention. Wet sounds fill the quiet room.
My back arches a little, pushing my chest closer to his mouth. Cane groans low against my skin, the vibration traveling straight down to my core, making wetter than I want to admit.
"You taste so good, Riley," he says, pulling off my nipple with a soft pop and looking up at while his hand cups the breast he just sucked on, squeezing it lightly.
I bite my lip to hold back a moan, but it slips out anyway. Cane smiles a little at that before kissing on the mouth again, tasting deeply.
His fingers pinch my nipples, rolling them between his thumb and finger until they are hard and aching.
He keeps one hand on my breasts, playing with them, while his other hand slides down my stomach and into my pants, finding my panties already damp from how my body is reacting, even though my mind is still scared.
Cane rubs over the fabric first, slow circles that make my hips twitch. Then he pushes the panties aside and slides one finger along my folds, collecting the wetness there.
"See how ready you are for ," he whispers against my ear.
I moan softly because it feels too good and confusing at the sa ti.
He pushes one finger inside , slow and deep, curling it a little to hit a spot that makes my toes curl and my breath hitch.
Cane adds a second finger, stretching gently, pumping them in and out while his thumb finds my clit, rubbing it in firm circles that build the heat higher and higher.
I grip his shoulders now, my nails digging in a little as he sucks on my neck, leaving wet kisses and small bites that make gasp and moan louder.
"Let it out, Riley," he says, his voice husky. "I want to hear every sound you make while I touch you like this."
His fingers move faster inside , hitting that good spot over and over. His mouth returns to my breasts, sucking hard on one nipple and then the other, making them red and sensitive from his attention.
My hips start moving on their own, grinding against his hand, chasing the pleasure that is building so strong it pushes the fear to the back of my mind for now.
Cane watches my face the whole ti, his gold eyes locked on mine.
"You are so tight and wet around my fingers," he says. "I can feel you squeezing every ti I curl them like this."
He demonstrates, making cry out and clench harder.
He kisses again, swallowing my moans while his fingers keep working , rubbing my clit faster and thrusting deeper until my legs start trembling and the pressure coils tight in my stomach.
I feel myself getting closer, the heat spreading everywhere.
Cane notices and speeds up, sucking my breast harder and fingering with steady, deep strokes that make wet sounds every ti.
"Co for , Riley," he murmurs against my skin. "Show how good it feels when I touch you."
The words push over the edge.
I co hard around his fingers, moaning his na and shaking as waves of pleasure crash through , making my vision blur for a second.
Cane keeps moving his fingers slowly, helping ride it out, kissing my breasts softly now while I catch my breath, my body still twitching with aftershocks.
He finally pulls his hand out and fixes my clothes gently, pulling my shirt back down and holding against him for a minute.
"We will never hurt you, Riley," he says again, his voice softer now. "But I needed you to feel this, to rember that our touch can be good too."
I don’t say anything back. I’m still breathing hard, and the mix of fear and pleasure has confused.
Cane stands up slowly and helps to my feet, leading to the couch without saying more. I let him, because my legs feel weak.
"Rest for a while because we’re taking you back to Obsidian Veil for a proper engagent now,"
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