CHAPTER XLIV
Cassandra moves through the forest like an animal in its habitat.
The wind blows through her hair as she runs through, dodging the branches and overgrown roots in her way.
Her nose picks up the smell of smoke and burnt wood.
She hastens her pace as her worry grows.
Did hunters come here?
A narrow path comes into sight which leads to a thick bush.
Cassandra jumps through the bushes and her den comes into view.
Her green eyes widen to a destroyed terrain.
There is fire and smoke.
Death and sorrow; a horrendous duo.
She walks around her home, taking in the dire state of the fallen pack.
Her pack.
What happened here?
Samuel's mind travels to a different but familiar territory.
His mind tries to connect with her soul but something hinders him.
Not something; someone.
A beast disguising as a man; a creature whose psychic prowess equals his.
Samuel feels Gabriel's mind hovering over Rachael's being, like flies around dirt.
Gabriel seems to be a step ahead of his brother but Samuel won't give up without a fight.
He whispers to Rachael's soul as he pushes the boundary between imagination and reality.
He wants to touch her, he wants to hold her and so does Gabriel.
Gabriel tries to speak but Samuel doesn't let him.
He can see his brother pull Rachael to his body.
Under the shower, Samuel washes his hair vigorously as his anger gets the best of him.
His grip on her soul wanes and a voice shouts in his ears.
He holds his foamy hair tightly as she slips away.
"Stop," a familiar and angry voice.
The voice of a woman who loves her daughter; Mary McQueen.
He exhales as he loosens his grip.
He feels Mrs. McQueen's spirit and knows Rachael's soul is under powerful protection.
The type born out of love.
"Damn it," he curses under his breath.
For the first time, he feels the cold waters of the shower as it drops on his naked body.
He feels another presence.
Elena rubs her hand against his back, gently massaging his muscles and tracing his back.
The immortal turns and stares into her dark blue eyes.
Her eyes carry both lust and fear.
She has never been with a sphinx or any other supernatural creature.
But seeing this naked immortal raises desires as she imagines what it would feel like.
What he would feel like.
Her heart jerks as Samuel looks at her, he wears no expression and she wonders what is going on in his mind.
Samuel's gaze moves from her eyes to her lips.
From her lips to her neck.
He looks down at her perky breasts and her hard nipples.
Elena can feel his gaze on her naked body.
She inhales deeply as she reeks of fear and excitement like cologne.
Samuel is not amused; the girl before him is not Rachael but he feels her lascivious desire.
He knows what she wants.
Elena places a hand on Samuel's chest.
She traces his chest down to his nipple.
Her fingers stroll down to his belly drawing little circles as she goes.
Samuel takes a step backward and the shower runs water through his hair.
The foam gradually falls off as he washes his hair.
Elena moves close to him, the shower gets her wet with its waters.
The soapy water dripping down his body gives Elena an erotic view.
She bites her lower lip as her gaze falls to his crotch.
She wraps her hand around it and plays with her new toy.
Samuel pauses as he begins to feel the pleasure of her hands on his member.
He raises his head and lets the water hit his face.
The soap on his body gives Elena a slippery grip which only increases his pleasure.
His eyes glow for a second before he closes them.
Elena slips two fingers into her cunt, playing with herself as she pleasures him.
Samuel turns her around, he slides his fingers to her navel and slowly traces his way to her cunt.
He uses his finger to draw little circles on her clit and she shivers as pleasure rushes through her body.
She lets out a silent moan as Samuel massages her clit.
He presses her against the wall and spreads her legs open.
She feels his hard member pressing against her ass and she smiles to herself.
This goes against everything her family believes in but it makes it even more exciting.
She moans as his hard crotch penetrates her.
He grabs her hair as he rams her, each thrust harder than the previous.
Her moans grow louder as he pounds harder.
He draws her head backward and grabs her neck.
He sinks his teeth into her neck and she groans.
What is he doing?
What is this feeling?
She can feel him drinking her blood but it's not as bad as she expected.
The entanglement of pleasure and pain sends a flood of euphoria through her brain.
It feels good.
She never imagined herself in this position, not with a supernatural.
She tries to hold in her moans but she grows weak with every thrust.
Samuel releases her neck and her blood drip from the sides of his mouth.
He nibbles at her neck before pressing her against the wall.
His pleasure grows as her cunt tightens around his crotch and he lets out a moan.
He smacks her ass and she groans.
He didn't expect to feel this good and it vexes him.
He increases his tempo as if to punish her but all he does is give her more pleasure as she lets out a loud moan.
His eyes begin to glow as they both come close to their climax.
He goes faster and harder, sending waves of dopamine through Elena's brain.
"Fuck," she exclaims as he hits her G-spot and her legs grow weaker.
Samuel smacks her ass as his crotch threatens to shoot its fruits.
The two let out a loud moan as they climax in unison.
Elena immediately feels ashamed; what has she done?
An abomination.
A forbidden pleasure.
And it must never happen again.