Chapter 5 Sexual encounter

Along the edge of her fantasy she vaguely noticed the imaginary lover take form with thick dark hair, icy grey eyes and a divinely masculine jaw. Astrid could feel the heat of his body, moving against her, his large rough hands touching her everywhere, and it was maddening. Pinching, groping, squeezing.

The fantasy was taking life and she couldn't stop a little gasp as she stroked herself faster, harder, her voice bouncing on the walls around her. She almost want to stop when she realised that the imaginary lover was disturbingly taking the form of Caius - of all the people in the damned world!

But she couldn't control it. All she could think about was the way he had touched her, the way he had spoken, his rough demeanour. It hadn't been intentionally sexual on his part, surely, but it had thrilled her. It had excited her. She knew she should have been angry with him. He'd been dominating and rude, but also strangely...sexy?

Whatever it was, it had felt good.

Astrid felt like she should stop - she had no business fantasising about her annoying boss who she had only just met. Although she really couldn't blame her hormones. They couldn't help what they liked, what they lusted after. Besides, who was going to find out?

With that in mind, Astrid continued on, long fingers meeting engorged flesh, sliding, encircling, rubbing until she started to feel a wave of bliss coming through the base of her stomach. She didn't care anymore about how weird the fantasy of him was, in fact thrived off the humiliation of the whole thing.

She imaged Caius pushing her over that kitchen table, large hands shoving her pants down and fucking her hard. She wondered briefly if she should be disturbed by the fact that in this scenario he was rough, forceful, holding her down and taking from her.

Taking everything.

And Goddess, she wanted it.

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It'd been a fucking day. Actually, no, a fucking week.

If anyone had actually told Caius what moving to Sydney to be a Clan Queen's consort would actually entail he would've refused. And now this? Dealing with ridiculously defiant, childish staff members? It was the absolute pinnacle of fucking frustration that his stay in Sydney was becoming.

Caius marched down the hall, pot plant in hand -- of course she would leave the Bacillus behind, he frowned, petulant little witch.

All he needed to top off his stay in Sydney was the ire of a witch. It was bad enough the immense pressure that came along with being a candidate for the local wolf pack's queen.

Vanessa. Urgh.

It wasn't that she was unattractive, there was just no chemistry between them and embarrassingly everyone seemed to know.

"Word is he can't bring himself to have sex with her," Lachlan whispered

What a fucking understatement, Caius mused.

He stood outside of the witch's room, knocked on the door and heard no answer. He assumed she wasn't inside as there was no response-- that or she was ignoring him. Caius opened the door and placed the plant on the dresser next to the others.

He looked around the warm room briefly before turning to leave. It was homely, well furnished and smelt like her. Which weirdly pleased him. Caius closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the odd urge to step into the bathroom, as if he was being summoned or pulled. He felt almost entranced, as if he couldn't possibly leave until he walked in there, which was weird.

He thought he had heard some noises of struggle, he justified to himself, best to check it out.

He pushed open the door quietly and couldn't quite believe what he saw.

Jesus Christ.

The first thing he thought to himself was, 'I should not be in here. I should leave right now'. But his wolf wasn't interested in leaving, no, not one little bit. Caius seemed to be stuck watching the beautiful witch stroking herself into oblivion in the bathtub.

The water did nothing to hide her perfect breasts which seemed to heave with every stroke between her thighs. He watched entranced as little droplets of bathwater rolled over them, dripping and gliding around twin peaks. He watched captivated by her nipples, rigid little nubs poking out at him, practically begging him to pull them in his mouth and suck.

Fuck, he wanted to taste them, he wanted to taste her.

Caius moved his gaze to her face. Her pouty mouth was slightly parted, breathing short little breaths, her head thrown back in ecstasy, eyes shut, blissfully unaware of her intruder.

Caius tried to warn himself, tried to move, but simply couldn't, enraptured by the erotic scene before him. He had been at The Underground for just over two months now and witnessed many a sexual encounter or had attempted to be part of them when Vanessa required, but he had never witnessed something so purely sensual. He felt like he was going to explode then and there just watching. His cock was growing, pressing against his trousers, angry for relief.

It would be easy, he thought, he could just walk over, pick her up and fuck her there, right against the bathroom wall. Maybe she would let him have a taste of the sweet little bud she was fervently stroking.

No, he decided, she would absolutely let him, she would have no choice but to spread those pretty legs and let him explore her. She'd be utterly begging for it. He'd make her beg for it.