Monday, May 13th

(Cassius’s POV)

I groan as I look at my alarm clock. It was a long night last night helping the young lad get comfortable before I was able to get to sleep myself.
I wrap my arms around my mate. While it took some time to find her, I’m grateful that I practiced safe sex and have no kids outside of a permanent mating. I rub her slowly blossoming belly, receiving a few light kicks from the little ones growing within her.
I kiss the back of her neck looking for subtle signs that she might be willing to have sex. At twenty years old, she’s eight years my junior and despite never meeting the harshness of physical and sexual abuse, she still lived the hard life of an omega after her parents died. We met during my visit to a pack an hour away. She was serving dinner despite the crippling pain of being in heat. We knew immediately that we belonged together. Alpha Driscoll saw the signs and set it up. It seemed he was actually eager to see her go. She was frightened the first night she was ordered to my room. She wasn’t used to anyone paying attention to her and had never been ordered to pleasure a guest. While I know it was much quicker than she was ready for I took her virginity that third night together. I was aware of the pain the tie causes virgins but was ill prepared for the intensity she experienced. While round two was slightly less, the pain she’s experienced has made it difficult for us to enjoy. This morning is the first one in four months that she’s not praying to the porcelain god and I’m dying to feel her again.
She’s relaxed on her side with a simple gown covering her. I rub her belly, slowly drifting downward until I meet the hairs bordering her slit. I continue my gentle petting until she responds. To my favor she rolls back into me. I wrap my left arm around her, sliding under her gown to her breast, gently brushing my thumb across her nipple. Her body relaxes as I add back the kisses to her neck and shoulder. She sleepily swings one leg over my hips as I introduce the pleasure of my finger against her clit. She’s putty in my arms even as my hardened soldier rubs against her supple mound.
“I know you were very sensitive the first time while you were in heat and the second didn’t go easy either but I’d really appreciate another try.”
To my relief she nods as she comes quietly in my hands. It’s been months since I’ve last had her and the third time I’ve asked. I tighten my hold as she attempts to change her position.
“Just relax.” I whisper as I use my hands to line myself up.
I push in slowly, her tightness producing a groan of pleasure as she subtly whimpers. I can tell that she’s nervous as our first two times together didn’t go well for her. While I had experience I hadn’t had a virgin before her.
My movements are slowed by our sideways lying but this is finally giving her the pleasure she deserves. I find a suitable rhythm that produces pleasure for both of us but I know I can’t get deep enough in a spoon to tie her. She easily becomes confident and trusting as she experiences the pleasure of sex, rolling with me easily into missionary.
I encourage her to open up to me, kissing down her belly until I reach her sensitive flesh. I use my tongue and fingers to bring her to orgasm again. I make my way back to her mouth as I rub my rock hard soldier against her. I wait until she’s relaxed to push into her again, causing her to gasp with the feeling. My movements are slow and subtle but our sensitivity to each other makes each move feel intense. She’s fully into it this time as she claims my mouth with hers.
It takes a lot longer but we breathlessly meet our release, damn near the same time. I lay my head on her shoulder as I feel the tie establish. It’s an uncomfortable feeling for both of us as she shifts beneath me.
“Relax, Arianna. I’m not going to move.” I try to calm her.
“I’m sorry.”
She tries to whisper as I start making out with her. The distraction works out well and after five minutes at a full tie I’ve shrunk enough to experiment.
“I’ve heard from others that sex during a partial tie is very different in a good way.”
I smile when she nods. I maintain our kissing as I’m determined to give her as much pleasure as she can handle. She reacts immediately to my movements. My strokes are slow but long as I gingerly figure out where it is she starts wincing from the pain. It’s the third time she has a painful reaction that I have my length and start moving faster. With the increased sensitivity this round feels ten times better than the first and after only five minutes we again meet our release. Her moans and screams are beautiful as we slow down, the placement of the tie is perfect as we catch our breath.
“Are you okay?” I ask as she starts shifting beneath me.
“It’s a larger, stronger tie. I’m cramping up.” She whines softly.
“Be still, Ari.” I encourage as I slide my hand between us and start placing pressure low on her abdomen.
I move my own pelvis gently, checking the firmness of the tie. I pull out slowly and I’m grateful that the only pain she feels is at the end. She immediately rolls to her side and curls into a ball as I lay beside her. I take her into my arms, holding her as I kiss the back of her neck. Fortunately, the cramps are short lived but leave her completely wiped out.
Even though it’s Monday and I have a lot to keep up with, I’ve had my mother’s help in running the pack since my dad died twelve years ago. As the only surviving child, claiming the throne at sixteen was no easy task but somehow we’ve made it work. Even though werewolves are very sexual, being the alpha left me little in time to date until my mom insisted that being alone was causing my declining health.
I was twenty-one when I finally found someone that was worth dating. I felt she was one of the few interested in me and not my title. She was my first sexual partner and of course, my first heartbreak. I made that same mistake three more times over seven years. I was surprised that mom was so supportive when not only did I bring home my mate four months ago but my mate was already fully claimed and pregnant. She loved Arianna immediately.
I push myself up slowly not wanting to leave her side but I have numerous things to tend to and Deven bringing home a stray didn’t help. I cover her gently, leaving a tender kiss on her forehead.
The lights come on as I enter the bathroom and turn the shower on. Considering the modesty I saw in the young man I’m certain smelling sex on me won’t go well. Although some find it strange, I have confided in my mom about my sex life from the very beginning. She was the one to encourage it once she felt I was old enough and Arianna is no different.
‘Mom, are you busy.’ I link with her during my shower.
‘I’m always busy but I always have time for you.’
I chuckle softly as I make quick work out of my shower.
‘I took advantage of things finally feeling good with Ari and it caused her to cramp. It only lasted a minute or two but considering she’s pregnant with twins the first time she ever had sex.’ I trail off.
‘You feel guilty and concerned that you hurt her or the pups.’
‘Yes ma’am.’ Even in my head I can hear and feel my guilt.
‘Are you able to stay with her today? It would relax your guilt to realize that everything is fine.’ She suggests.
‘No ma’am. Deven brought home a stray. His arm has several dislocated bones and considering the terror the young lad showed last night I need to help Deven get him to University. I’m not certain how long we will be there but I’ll take the rest of the day afterwards. I know it sounds like I’m choosing the stray over Ari but you didn’t see or hear the terror he’s experiencing and that’s with amnesia.’
‘I would never assume that with you. You have always been a very caring young man. You brought home strays when you were young as ten. What do you need from me?’