Chapter 15: Watching Her

Vanya tried to clear her mind when she was alone in her room after trying to avoid Randall throughout the day, but fresh questions kept springing into her head. And she had no idea what she was going to do. As a trained hunter, she was taught to always know what to do when confronted with a conflict. However, this was one of the few times she didn't have a clue on what to do.
She combed her fingers through the strands of her red hair, tossing them over her shoulder as she leaned against the balcony railing, gazing up into the starless sky. It looked like it was going to rain. The day had been long and exhausting, but she couldn't sleep because she was too preoccupied with what she had discovered about her father.
When the wind howled and the cool breeze stirred, coating her exposed skin with a thin layer of bumps, Vanya decided it was time to go back to bed. As she closed her glass door, a bolt of lightning flared through the dark sky with serpentine beauty. Rain began to fall in peals within seconds, obscuring everything a few feet beyond the view through the hazy glass. She stood to for a moment to watch.
The darkness and stillness of the Black Hollow pack's vast estate bothered Vanya a little more than normal as her bare feet moved silently across the floor. For some reason, the dark lit room and silence suddenly set her on edge, giving her the sense that she was being watched.
“Fuck,” she sighed as she slid into her bed. Her mind raced and spun, going over her choices until the weight of knowing her father's betrayal threatened to overwhelm and consume her.
*This is terrible!* It was late in the evening, and she still had a long day ahead of her the next day. She needed her release, as she always would, to tire her body and mind.
She licked her lips and raised her right hand, softly massaging her temples before affectionately pushing her hair behind her ear. Her other hand then touched her jaw and landed on her collarbone.
She smiled, suddenly feeling lighter. She sighed and she laid on her stomach, and a wave of relief washing over her. Her right hand moved and began to play with her hair. Her father's burden was briefly forgotten as she sighed and closed her eyes.
It was only a moment before she felt a ghostly caress across her back in a soft-handed swipe. Her lips parted. Then, in a soft-handed swipe, she felt a ghostly caress across her back.
Her lips parted.
*Am I dreaming already?* Before her brain could discern whether she was already in a dream, she felt an invisible hand began to trace patterns on her back, across the skin underneath her shirt. As the delicate fingertips slid along either side of her ribs, she bit her lower lip.
She moaned as the ethereal hands traveled down her body, pressing gently as they passed over the fabric of her jeans and then down her thighs, moving steadily just barely inward to linger a breath from where she wanted to be stroked the most. Her breathing quickened as her fingers clinched tightly in the bed sheets in anticipation, but the touch continued until it moved back up to the underside of her back, the center of her back, between her shoulders, and eventually just behind her ears.
The air in her room began to seem both relaxing and deeply arousing. A smooth, warm air flowed in and out behind her ear, brushing against her skin. Sudenly, a hand slid under her hipbone, pulling her hips slightly off the bed and holding her in place. She could almost feel a warm body pressing against her back, a nose burying playfully in her hair. She moaned as it drew her into its world.
A hand reached between inside her shirt, cupping her breast. Vanya's head jerked back, resting against the invisible shoulder behind her as she sighed with pleasure.
With her eyes still closed, she rolled partly over, leaning on the invisible figure behind her, and moaned a little loudly as the quick unseen fingers toyed with one nipple, then the other, making them stand stiff. She groaned and whimpered as invisible lips fastened onto the back of her neck, the smooth hand becoming suddenly harder on her sensitive skin, cupping and squeezing her breast deliciously.
Suddenly, lightning flashed and thunder broke violently, rocking her room with reverberations. Vanya's eyes sprung open. As she gazed about her room, her mind was racing. She was by herself, panting. And her need to relieve herself became overwhelming.
She slowly unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her legs, displaying her dark blue lace panties with a large wet patch in the center. She then took off her blouse, pulling it over her head to show a matching lace bra that was just sheer enough to reveal two velvety pink erect nipples beneath.
Vanya closed her eyes and exhaled a quivering breath.
"Don't stop, please."

* * *

Cassian stood motionless in the darkened recess next to Vanya's closet. He merely came tonight to check her. He hadn't intended to touch her at all. And he knew he should leave now, but Vanya's scent and moans kept him there.
He swallowed hard as he watched her begin to remove her clothes.
Her smooth breasts were simply bursting beneath the material of the bra, and he craved to touch them. His gaze moved further downward, and he felt an itch from below tugging at his crotch as his gaze fell to her panties, which barely covered a little mound.
It took all of Cassian's willpower not to touch even an inch of her as he took in the sight of her with her hair falling wildly over the bed frame and her toned yet curvy form laid out before him. He was not supposed to be here. But it was as if Vanya’s body was calling to him. It flowed in flawlessly smooth curves, nipping in tightly at her waist before extending out towards shapely hips before curving back down to her toned thighs and the rest of her long toned legs. Her breasts were perky and plump, spilling slightly over the cups of her bra as they were pushed up little by the position she was in.
The scent of Vanya's arousal was laced with roses. She had always smelled like roses, and when he first met her, he had to fight the impulse to bury her face between her legs and breathe her in deeply.
Quickly, before he could be more tempted, Cassian clenched his hands in tight fists. He was fighting a battle he knew he was soon going to lose. Vanya moved a hand down beneath the dark blue lace to touch herself, first gingerly as if frightened of being discovered, but then she would go a little quicker, making his own hard on almost unbearable.
With baited breath, he watched Vanya pleasuring herself; she was so beautiful in the throes of her own pleasure that it was impossible to look away. He should really leave now, watching her like this was wrong, but he couldn't help himself. And he couldn't help but think about how much of a blessing the storm outside had been for him, for it had concealed Vanya's moans. He didn't want others to hear her pleasured cries.
"Ah..." Vanya's breathing became heavy as she ran her fingernails around her nipples, through the bra she was wearing. She clasped the clothed mounds in her hands, softly rubbing and running her fingertips over her nipples while he watched as they hardened from her caress. She seized one pointed little peak between her fingers and pulled hard, causing her back to arch off her bed. She did the same to the other nipple, massaging it until she became bored with the light contact.
Cassian licked his lower lip when Vanya soon unclasped her bra, revealing two soft mounds crowned with rose pink tips, stiffened from her arousal and the cold night air. His own desire was palpable, and he was straining hard against his jeans. He grunted as he stroked himself through his pants, imagining her hands on him and his on her.
With her eyes still closed, head thrown back, and hair strewn across her pillow, Vanya whimpered while she gripped both her breasts with her hands then pinching her nipples between her fingers and rolling them at the same time. Her hands traveled down her body, sighing and groaning as she rubbed herself through the fabric of her panties.
"Ahh…*Cassian*…" she mindlessly moaned as she stroked her fingers up and down her dripping slit.
Cassian's eyes widened, a shocked expression on his face. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. While touching herself, Vanya said his name.
*Does she know I’m here? Is she aware that I am watching her? Or is she playing with me?*
As he stared at Vanya for a moment, he thought it could have been due to him interrupting her thoughts with the invissible caress he had creared in her mind. But he had not revealed his identity to her. How would she be able to tell it was him?
Vanya's gasp drew his complete attention back to her, and he watched as she grasped the waist band of her underwear and yanked them off, her body now stretched out, nude and waiting. Her eager fingers found her clit and lightly massaged it, a butterfly touch. Her other hand moved to her breast once more and played hard with her nipples, twisting, pulling, and pinching to her enjoyment. “Cassian," she breathed out, her voice raspy "So good, Cassian".
“Fuck…” Cassian cursed under his breath over what he had done, especially when Vanya stretched her legs out in front of him. Her fingers gained momentum as they massaged her clit, and she groaned and whimpered. “Cassian…don’t stop.”
The knight could hardly keep himself together. Hearing her moan out his name while she caressed and pleasured herself, knowing it was all because she was thinking of him, was nearly too much. Not to mention he had become desperate to get his throbbing length out of his pants. But it wouldn’t be right. If he had to climax, he'd want to do it inside her. So he continued to stare in admiration, and rubbing his aching erection inside his pants, as Vanya circled her clit with her ring finger and moaned in ecstasy. The smell of her arousal hit him so hard that his mouth watered at the exquisite aroma, and his wolf begged him for a taste.
He imagined it must be heavenly to feel her touch. Then he felt a coil tighten within him, and he bit his lower lip to restrain himself when he watched Vanya rubbed her clit harder, her other hand traveling down her body and resting just before her clit, before sinking her finger deep within her.
He was desperate for release now as Vanya writhed and gasped in pleasure, swaying and thrusting against her hand, feeling the warmth rise and spread within her. Her body rose from the bed and shuddered as she plunged a second finger into her, finding the spot just a few inches in that was certain to send her over the edge.
Cassian let out a strangled groan and watched her grind, picking up the pace with her fingers, moving in and out of her faster, while her other hand stroked her clit. The hunter was biting down on her lip, her eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back.
Vanya began to move faster and small gasps began to escape her mouth. She was close to the edge and she looked wild as she continued to ride against her hand. “Oh, fuck!”
Cassian couldn't pull his gaze away, unsure where he should look. He rested his gaze on her face, watching the primal expression that spread across it, her teeth biting down on her lip as she continued to let loud moans escape. He wanted to watch her face when she reached her orgasm, to take in her release and ecstasy. He was curious as hell to see when she lost all control. He wanted to be the only one to ever see her like this. Giving herself completely over to glorious oblivion and thoughts of him.
“Fuck…fuck…fuck…” Vanya breathed out, panting heavily now. She was getting closer, and it wouldn't be long before she'd reach her orgasm. As her body clenched, her toes curled and her hips rose slightly, she gasped for air.
“Come for me, Vanya,” Cassian muttered sofly. “Say my name. Scream for me, Vanya.”
But when Vanya's climax exploded and cascaded over her entire body, she screamed out, "Fuuuuck...*Ares*!"
*Ares?! What the fuck?!* Vanya had just yelled out the young general’s name and Cassian was stunned and enraged beyond belief.
Vanya moaned as she rode her climax till it turned into a quiet hum in her core. She eventually came down from her high, relaxing against her bed and removing her fingers from herself, her body coated with sweat and her fingers with her juices.
Cassian raised and waived his right hand. The air in the room suddenly seemed heavy, as if time had stopped, and Vanya fell into a deep sleep. He approached her bedside, rage clearly visible in his glowing eyes and aura. Vanya's face as she screamed Ares' name burnt a picture in his mind that he couldn't shake, but that rocked him, warping his anger into jealousy.
“I'll make you mine, all mine, *mate*,” he swore through clinched teeth before silently exiting Vanya's bedroom.