The Breed Casstiel's Vow (22 page)

As her eyes rested on his iron hard erection, a flood of
heat washed over her body, the need for him was so strong and aggressive.

He gave her a sensual grin and came closer, pressing
himself against her.

Tessa sat up straight; she wanted to touch him, to feel
the strength of his muscles beneath her fingers again. She ran her hands
lightly over his firm abs, then up his chest and around his shoulders.

She couldn’t look up into his eyes, the heat of his gaze
was too much for her,
if
they blazed any brighter she
would be scorched by the sight of them.

Slowly she began to work her way back down his body.

When she came to the lower half of his stomach she took
a deep breath then commanded her hands to go lower.

She had never done this to a man before, but she didn’t
care, she wanted to touch him there, wanted to give him the same pleasure he
always gave to her.

His stare pierced her skin, and she could feel him
waiting on bated breath.

When her hand gently wrapped around the hard shaft of
his cock he let out a guttural moan and shut his eyes.

She felt encouraged by his reaction and became bolder,
stroking him, exploring the most sensitive part of his body. Her hands slid
over the soft head of him, then down his silky smooth shaft, then reaching
lower to massage the testicles underneath.

Her hands felt small compared to the size of him, but
still she worked him. She let all her feelings of intimidation go as he threw
his head back and moaned; she could do this.

She found a rhythm that made him pant, and kept going,
ignoring the throbbing pain in her arm because she loved seeing the look of
pleasure on his face, and knowing that she was the one who gave it to him. The
feeling of giving someone such intense pleasure was powerful.

“Stop,” he barked out through grinding teeth, “stop it
or I won’t last.”

“Isn’t that the point?” she demanded huskily and sped up
her rhythm, the same way she had felt him do to her every time she came close
to an orgasm.

She was intoxicated by the way his breathing became
heavier, and his knee’s seemed to weaken. She wanted him to feel everything he
made her feel when his hands were on her.

Suddenly he growled and pulled her hands away.

In a heated frenzy he pushed her legs farther apart and
shoved his cock deep inside her.

She let out a sharp gasp as he stretched her, her body
still not used to his size.

She leaned back onto her elbows, letting her body
yielded to him. Casstiel was born to be a leader, a conqueror and her body had
surrendered to him before her mind even stood a chance.

His hands slid up her smooth stomach and found their way
to her breasts. He
kneaded
them, running his fingers
lightly over her fevered nipples, sending more heat through her body.

She wrapped her legs around his solid back, and ground
her hips, matching his rhythm and begging him for more.

Her legs wrapped tighter and tighter around his hips,
hardly able to hold on with the ferocity of his body claiming hers. His hips
made quick hard thrusts and the sound of their bodies coming together echoed
through the room.

Every nerve ending in her body was alive with the fire
he was spreading through her. She tried to hold on to any shred of sanity she
had left, but with every hard thrust from him, every time his body slapped hard
against hers, she felt her mind slipping farther away.

When she looked into his eyes, it was as if the world
around her ceased to exist.

They were electric blue, his pitch black hair falling
around his face, his lips open and gasping with the ivory spikes of his fangs
jutting out.

Gripping her claves he repositioned her legs around his
neck.

 “Trust me,” he smiled wickedly,
then
thrust into her.

The moment his cock entered her again, her eyes rolled
back in her head and she clawed at the wood underneath her.

He was deeper inside of her than she thought possible.
Her head thrashed and she let out a string of words that even she didn’t fully
comprehend.

Gripping the back of her neck to force her body deeper
against his, he drilled his cock into her without mercy. She muttered and
moaned, whimpered and
spasmed
, her legs quivering and
shaking around him.

Tessa felt her orgasm revving up like a jet engine. It
came over her faster than she had time to prepare for, and before she could
register what was happening, his name was pouring out of her mouth and her legs
clenched around him.

His didn’t stop until her legs slipped from his body and
her head lolled to the side, breathless.

Minutes ticked by before her muscles stirred back to
life and she opened her eyes to look at him. He was leaning over the counter
watching her, his eyes piercing into her.

That’s when she realized he was still inside of her, as
hard as ever. A lock of thick black hair fell into his eyes as their stares
met.

“Ready?” he
asked,
his grin so
sexy her heart stopped.

~

“So what happens now?” Tessa whispered huskily against
his temple.

She loved how brave she felt in this moment. With the
sun lighting the entire kitchen, and her body completely exposed, she felt free
as she held him in her arms.

Her mind however, couldn’t simply take it all in.
As always she had already moved on to all the ‘what if’s’.

“Now I’m going to make you an
omelet,
and go down to work,” he replied, softly gliding his hand over her bare mid
section.

His smile was charming, and his eyes held a sense of
humor in them. He knew what she meant, but what trying to avoid the subject
anyway.

“That’s not what I meant,” she looked at him seriously.

She was drowning in the mess that her life had become,
and she just wanted some direction. What the hell were they going to do with
each other? What was she prepared to be for him?

 “I know,” he kissed her just below her breast and
stood up, pulling his body away from hers.

He raked his hands through his hair and paced across the
kitchen floor. She couldn’t understand why he wanted to avoid the subject so
badly, but it only made her want to pursue it more.

“What do you want to happen?” she changed her wording of
the question as she got off the counter top and wrapped his shirt protectively
around her.

“I want you to move in here with me, and not as in this
building, as in this room we’re in right now,” he replied without hesitation,
his voice was firm and serious, “I want to share my life with you, I want to
make love to you every day.”

The quickness of his response was shocking.

She didn’t know what she had been expecting, for him to
ask her to be his girlfriend first? He had bonded with
her,
of course he would want to move faster than humans did. Of course he would want
something more permanent than going out on dates in their spare time.

She shut her eyes and tried to think everything over.
She was the one who had pushed him to have this conversation, but it was clear
she was completely
un
prepared for it.

How could she refuse? How could she refuse such an
amazing man, a man who made her feel things she had never felt before, and made
parts of her personality come out that she didn’t even know she
had.
She felt herself opening up to him in ways she never
thought she could, and he made her see things about herself she never would
have on her own.

How could she accept? How could she up root her life and
plans for a man she just met? It was bad enough she had put college on hold for
so long to find Quinn, if she stayed here would she have to give up on every
dream she had ever had? And how, after everything they had been through, and
her brother still missing, could she just leave her parents?

“Tell me your thoughts,” he stood stock still with his
gaze focused on her, every muscle in his body waiting for her answer.

“Could I really have a life here?” the words rushed out,
“I mean
,
can I leave the embassy without you or an
armed guard? Can I finish school and have a real job, or would I have to be
stuck in the embassy? I just can’t see myself as the girl who cooks and cleans,
and sits around waiting for her man to get home.”

He laughed quietly and looked down at his hands. She
couldn’t be sure, but she almost felt like he was nervous.

“I can’t see you as that girl either. You won’t be a
prisoner here. I’d like for you to go with someone when you’re going out to be
safe, but is that any different then what you do now? Do you go shopping or to
the movies alone, or do you take Nora?” he asked, his voice sounding strained.
She knew now why he had wanted to put off this conversation. It was too soon,
and moved too fast for her, he had known how she would react to it before even
she did.

“What about a job?” she fired off her next question
while storing his answer away to analyze later. It was far too late to back off
of the subject now, she had no choice but to plow through with what she had
already started.

“What’s your dream job? What were you going to college
for?” he asked, treading lightly.

“I don’t know what my dream job would be, but I was
going to school for business. I wanted to open my own bookstore,” she closed
her eyes and tried to relax, second by second this conversation was turning
into something more serious than she had expected.

She had wanted to know where he stood, and what was
happening between them, but now it seemed like the conversation was determining
her entire future.

“You’ll never have to work, I have more money than any
family could ever need. Just take some time to think about whether you wanted
to have your own book store because you felt like you had to make a living
somehow and being surrounded by books was a nice way to do it, or if that truly
is your dream. I’ll support your decision, but I think if you take out the
necessity of a paycheck, you might change your mind,” he said simply, making her
suspicious, “I will support any dream of yours and do my best to give you
anything you wish.”

“Money or not, I still wouldn’t want to be stuck in the
house all day,” she felt a knot of panic growing in her stomach.

How had this conversation happened, how had any of this
happened? One day she was swimming aimlessly through her life, and the next an
iron clad future was dropped before her.

“I already told you, you wouldn’t be, I think you’re
over thinking things. I’ve got to get to work, I need to talk to Nora myself
and figure out everything that happened last night,” Cass tried to sound calm
and reserved, but she could tell he was growing more and more irritated with
the situation.

 “Are you mad at me?” she demanded, the last thing
in the world she needed right now was for him to be pissed when he was the one
who was dropping an atom bomb.

“I’m mad at the situation we’re in,” he replied gruffly
as he poured eggs into a frying pan.

“I’m sorry I’m not some Breed female who’s totally fine
ending her life to start a new one with someone she’s known for three days,”
she scoffed sounding much braver than she felt, “Don’t you understand how
insane this sounds to me? You’re basically asking me to be your wife, and we
aren’t even a couple. This is like…. This is like something out of a soap
opera.”

He was the one who had done this to her. Never in a
million years would she have had the nerve to approach him. He was the one who
had chased after her, hunted her like prey and now he wanted to claim her for
life.  

He turned to look at her, irritation clouding his eyes,
“I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to make this easier for you, I don’t
know how to deal with any of this, I’m just trying to figure it out and keep
you happy in the process.”

This was the biggest mess of feelings she had ever had.
Love, lust, fear, anger, excitement, nervousness, guilt, apprehension and
uncertainty all mixed together, burying her.

She had one more question to ask him, and since
everything was already royally fucked, she may as well let it loose now.

“Would I have to join the Breed?” she stared at his back
while he cooked, “is that the only way to be with you?”

“It’s up to you, I don’t know how any of this is
supposed to work, I don’t know what you want me to say anymore,” he plopped her
omelet onto a plate and walked out of his own house, leaving her staring after
him.

“Kain, go in there and see if you can jog his memory,”
Casstiel commanded as his jaw clenched in irritation.

He should have been the one going in to question the
prisoner, but with how irritated he was would kill the hunter, and their best
lead as to what was going on.

 “I thought you’d never ask,” he
sigh
dreamily, then cracked his knuckles and headed for the door of the
interrogation room.

The rest of the team watched in mild interest as Kain
immediately began working over the hunter. He always seemed to come up with
such unique ways to persuade his prisoners.

“Jax go get Nora and meet me in the squad room.
Sebastian and Memphis will be here in a couple of hours and I want to make sure
I can paint a clear picture for them. Ghost stay here and make sure Kain
doesn’t lose his temper and kill him, we need that piece of shit alive,” Cass
handed out orders, then turned on his heal and headed for the squad room
himself.

He would have fifteen minutes of uninterrupted alone
time when he got there, time which he planned on using to figure out what the
hell he was going to do about Tessa.

There were ten million women in the world
who
would pledge their lives to him right this very minute,
and not give it a second thought about it, but no, he had to get stuck with the
one person who stubbornly looked for a downside in everything.

Any other woman would love to live a life of luxury and
freedom, but she couldn’t see things that way. She needed to know every single
detail of what their life together would be like before she would give him an
inch.

As if he had the slightest clue what mated life would be
like. He had no idea what being happily committed to someone felt like, or what
it would do to their lives.

He would let her do anything in the world; she could
spend every day of her life traveling the globe, build a fleet of bookstores,
or manage her own publishing company, but would she think about any of that?

No. Not his woman.

Casstiel wanted to go down to the gym and wear his body
out, but he needed to stay here and do his damn job; his damn job that was
suffering because he couldn’t get his shit together with his damn mate.

Would she always be this stubborn? Would she always
question him, no matter how simple the answer was?

Why couldn’t she see that being with him wasn’t going to
be a prison sentence? He slammed his fist onto his desk. Maybe after what
happened to her brother she needed to vilify all Breed members.

When I get my hands on that little fucker I’m going to
beat him within an inch of his life,
he
raged as he stormed around the office.

Looking up he heard Nora approaching.

 “Is your best friend always so stubborn?” he
growled in frustration, “I’m supposed to be questioning you, but I can’t
concentrate, which is fine because I’m sure you weren’t going to tell me what
really happened anyway.”

“I did tell you guys everything that happened,” she
snapped defensively.

“Oh right, you were alone with him for close to twenty
minutes, and you came back wearing only his t-shirt, but nothing happened,” he
gave her a flat stare.

She shrugged coolly and looked away.

He didn’t even
care,
Memphis
could deal with her later. He had a hunter in questioning that could provide
them with more than enough answers, and he had bigger fish to fry in his life.

 “I just don’t understand her. I can give her more
than most women can dream of, but she won’t even consider it because she’s too
busy coming up with excuses as to why we can’t be together,” he raked his hands
through his hair in frustration, “it’s like I tell her she wouldn’t have to
work, so then she decides I’m telling her she
can’t
work.”

“She’ll come around, don’t worry. She’s just scared and
insecure, and way, way over whelmed. You guys will work it out,” she said
reassuringly, surprising him with her comfort.

“She makes me feel like I’m losing control, like I’m
some kind of prepubescent boy, instead of the leader of a team of Breed
warriors. I won’t take no for an answer,” he replied firmly.

“You won’t have to,” Nora smiled, “just work it out.”

Her simple words spoke loudly to him. Just work it out.
He was making things more complicated than they needed to be; at the end of the
day all he needed to do was not give up, and not get pulled under by her
tornado of emotions.

Instantly he felt reenergized. If Kain hadn’t killed the
hunter by now he was going to go in for a round of questioning.

~

Tessa wandered the halls of the medical building
aimlessly. She didn’t want to be alone after her fight with Cass and Nora was
being questioned, so she went off in search of Remy to at least thank her for
the healing.

After a few minutes of awkward knocking on her office
door, she gave up and headed back thinking she would just have to go back to
her room and wait for Nora.

“Can I help you?” a male voice called from behind her.

An unfamiliar man dressed in scrubs and a lab coat stood
a few feet away staring down his nose at her.

“Um, I was just looking for Doctor Remembrance,” she
mumbled, feeling out of place and unwelcome.

“The healer should be in her home, she has the top floor
to herself,” he replied looking like he couldn’t wait to push the human out of
his territory.

The way he spit out ‘the healer’ made her think back to
the first conversation she had with Remy, the doctors here clearly didn’t
appreciate her or her gift.

She practically tripped over her own feet in her hurry
to get away from the rude stranger.

“Remy?” she called cautiously a few minutes later as she
pushed open the only door on the top floor.

An exhausted moan was her only response, and she set off
inside.

The house looked nothing like she had expected. Instead
of looking like something out of Better Homes and Gardens, it looked more like
a gypsy’s paradise, with bold colors, silk scarves and sequins as far as the
eye could see.

“Remy, its Tessa, I came to thank you,” she called out
as she wandered. 

“Here,” a hoarse reply came from somewhere down the
hallway.

Finally stumbling on the master bedroom she found her
under a pile of blankets looking sickly white, too weak to hold up her own head.

“Jesus!” she cried, taken aback by the once stunningly
beautiful woman’s haggard appearance, “I should get a doctor.”

“Nothing… they… can… do…” Remy choked out, each breath
seeming to cause her agony.

“What do you mean?” she panicked, “there’s got to be
something, at least pain medicine.”

“No… it’s my… cross to… bear,” she began sweating and
shaking with the effort to speak.

 “How about I get you some water then?” she chewed
her bottom lip, torn about calling the doctor.

When Remy simply closed her eyes and lay back on the
pillows, she raced off towards the kitchen.

Running the kitchen tap she pulled out her phone wanting
to call Cass, but she cursed when she realized she didn’t have his
number.  He wanted her to move in with him, and she didn’t even have his
phone number.

Shoving her phone away she headed back to the bedroom.

“What’s going on? Is it the flu or something?” she
asked, concerned for her new friend.

“The… healing…” Remy gasped.

“The healing?” a cold dread burrowed its way into her
belly, “Don’t tell me this is because of me, the healing makes you sick?”

“No,” she wheezed, “a… trade…”

“You heal someone by trading your health for their
sickness?” could her gift really be that cruel?

She simply nodded her head once in response, too weak
for anything else.

Frantically Tessa searched for the bullet wounds, but
found nothing but smooth skin. Could the fever be making her hallucinate?

“I took… your pain…” she gasped, her breath rattling in
her chest, “Physical wound… doesn’t transfer… only the pain of… healing the
wound.”

“Alright,” a sickening feeling washed over her, “so when
you ‘heal’ someone you trade your health to heal them, and in return you have
to go through all the pain that they would have to endure if the wound healed
on its own?”

“Yes,” she gave an exhausted sigh.

“What if it’s a fatal wound?” she asked.

“Just… takes longer…” Remy responded, her lips beginning
to crack with
dryness,
“can’t die from healing…. No
matter how bad…. The wound is….”

“And hurts worse,” guilt froze her insides.

If she had known the suffering attached she never would
have agreed to the healing, she would have had the
doctors
patch her up and suffered through her own pain.

“Don’t regret this,” Remy wheezed, reading her face
perfectly.

“Can’t you take any medication for the pain?” she asked
desperately.

“Doesn’t help…” Remy smiled reassuringly at her.

“What if it kills you?” she twisted her hands nervously
together.

“It won’t… trust me…” her smile stretched wider, “It’s
my purpose… my gift…Don’t… regret it.”

“Isn’t there anything I can do for you?” she pleaded,
unable to handle the guilt, “Anything?”

“Company,” she croaked out, then lightly patted the
space on the bed next to her, “Tell me… What’s bothering… you?”

“You mean besides the fact that I made a huge mistake by
going into that subway, and because of me everyone’s been suffering?” she
awkwardly settled into the bed.

“Yes,” Remy replied weakly, with the slightest bit of
humor in her voice.

“I don’t even know where to begin,” she grumbled, “the
situation with my brother is… worse than I thought and I don’t know how to
break the news to my parents so I’m avoiding it, and me and Cass are fighting
which isn’t helping anything.” 

“Fighting?”

“Yeah… I don’t know how a relationship between is gonna
work. He makes it sound like some kind of fairy tale, but I just can’t believe
it,” she sighed and snuggled down deeper into the blankets.

Remy gave her a very pointed look and rolled her eyes,
as if to call her a
bullshitter
.

“Fine, I’m a wimpy chicken shit,” she finally laid it
all
out,
“I’ve never had a boyfriend before. I don’t
have the slightest clue what that kind of commitment and loyalty it takes, or
if I’m the type of girl who commits herself to only one person. Really, I’ve
never even had a friend before Nora. I’ve always been… different, an outsider.”

“Because of… your gift?” she winked at her.

Tessa stared back dumbly at her, unable to think of a
response.

“I knew… the first time… I saw you…” Remy gave a small
shrug.

“Did you tell anyone?” she panicked, not ready to tell
anyone about her abnormality, least of all Casstiel.

“Of course not…” she huffed, looking slightly hurt, “I
know… what it’s like… to be … an outcast…”

 “Ok, ok, no more talking, your making me worried,
maybe I should just go and let you rest?”

Remy gave her a painfully sad look that locked her in
her place. She had been lucky to find one
friend,
maybe Remy had never been so lucky.

Time to make a new friend.

 “I’m scared of making a mistake with my heart, and
I’m scared of trusting someone when I’ve never trusted anyone before,” she
finished her confession, “I know you guys believe that the bond is absolute and
never wrong, but I just can’t think like that. Destiny sounds romantic, but I
don’t know if I can put my faith in it.”

Remy gave an irritating grunt in the back of her throat
and glared at her.

“What? You think I’m full of shit?” she laughed.

Remy nodded her head.

“You think I’m just being insecure?” she asked knowing
it was the truth.

 “If you care… for him… then try. He loves you… we
can all… see it…”

“How can he love me?
Because his
instincts tell him too?
That’s not love,” she scoffed, coming to another
major issue she had.

How could he love her after knowing her for such a short
period of time? And what was to stop him from falling right back out of love
and leaving her shattered?

“Ask him,” Remy replied, as if it were the most obvious
thing in the world.

~

“And so one of the Breed has betrayed us again,”
Sebastian replied, his voice cold and uncaring, “how very… shocking.”