Runaway Rogue

Chapter Forty Nine: Caspian's POV

"Your mate is going to hit you," Caspian warned as he watched Forest attempt to assist Anabelle.

"I'm trying to help," Forest pouted.

"You're being overbearing, now get out of my kitchen before I kick you out of my house all together," Anabelle shot back. There was a good-natured smile on her mouth, but annoyance glowed in her eyes. Ever since she had returned, Forest had been a bit much. It was expected, of course, but no less irritating. "Shouldn't you two be holed up in the office trying to figure out how to keep our pack afloat?"

Forest slunk away, looking like a kicked puppy. "Ever since Andrew's pack was forced to pay out to cover the damages, we've been alright."

In fact, money had been such a big issue for the pack that now, Caspian and Forest had less reason to meet. They just talked about normal things for a change, like how the members were doing, if anyone was experiencing burn out, if they needed to expand. It was almost . . . reasonable. The relief of not having to stress about every penny was almost strange.

"Listen, I don't want another catastrophe, but I will make one if you two don't let me live in peace, now go, both of you," Anabelle barked.

They had no choice but to leave the house, fearing a pregnant woman's wrath.

"I guess it's going to be your first Christmas together, isn't it?" Forest mused as the two of them walked from Forest's home.

The pack was getting ready for the holiday with cheery lights and decorations. For once, Caspian didn't hate it. In fact, he was rather looking forward to a couple days at home with Indigo. And he couldn't wait to see her face when she tore into the gift he bought her.

"Yeah, everyone seems to be excited," Caspian agreed.

"Seems like we have company," Forest half grumbled.

But it was all in good fun. Seeing Bentley around was nothing to be concerned about. A month had passed since Sasha and Paris took over Caspian's old house. Gone was the sad bachelor home and in it's place was a house filled with love and light. And another pack's alpha from time to time.

Said alpha was wandering around, a frown etched into his features.

"They aren't home," Bentley choked out.

The toxic part of Caspian almost wanted to laugh at the panic in Bentley's face. But he understood that fear all too well. More than once he had woken up after Indigo and fear had gripped his heart, thinking she was gone, that she had never come back to him. Then he would find her in the kitchen, humming as she cooked pancakes for breakfast.

"Let's check my place," Caspian suggested gently.

The cackling announced the presence of all the women before any of the men even entered the house. Caspian couldn't help but laugh a little himself when he heard Indigo's wild howl of laughter, a sound that rarely came out. As expected, all three of them were giggling up a storm. But Caspian didn't expect was to find them all in the kitchen, hovering over freshly baked cookies and empty bottles of wine.

"Caspian," Indigo gasped, throwing her arms around him like she hadn't seen him in months, not mere hours.

"Hello darling, I see you've all been busy," he teased, but lowered his mouth to hers for a quick kiss.

"We made chocolate chip cookies," she gushed. "Come on, you have to try some. Forest, you can take some home to Anabelle, too!"

Caspian watched in awe as she plated up some cookies for everyone, even tossing a few in a container for Forest to take home with him. Caspian never thought he would have a mate, but she was here, living and breathing. She made his house smell like cookies, made his mornings a bit brighter, made his evenings warmer. Her laughter was the sweetest song. Sometimes, he asked her to talk to him when his mind was busy after a long day and just the sound of her voice would lull him to sleep.

Now, the sweetest thing she said was, "I think you need to leave. I love you all, but I want to spend time with my man."

Forest took his container of cookies, hoping Anabelle had been giving enough breathing room. Paris giggled drunkenly when Bentley stumbled over his words, asking Sasha if she wanted to stay the night at his place. Sasha just patted his cheek and declined on the grounds of a movie marathon. The poor guy looked dejected, but not so heartbroken that it stopped him from snagging another cookie.

"Oh, I would love to watch a movie," Indigo gasped, clinging to Caspian. "I'm going to go shower, then we can watch that new one that came out."

"The one with the panda?" Caspian asked.

"Yes!"

And so it was decided. Everyone left, Caspian did a quick tidy in the kitchen – stealing more than a couple cookies for himself as a reward – and made some popcorn. But his thoughts of a quiet evening were derailed when a still tipsy Indigo sauntered towards him, wearing nothing but one of his tee shirts and some pretty pink panties.

He swallowed hard.

She fell into the spot beside him, on the couch they had picked out together. Her bare leg pressed against his thigh. He should have been used to it now. He had seen her naked, under the spray of a shower, tangled in his bedsheets, splayed on the kitchen table because she was a meal herself. It didn't matter. It would never be enough.

"Did you have a good night?" he asked, desperately trying to focus on the screen before him.

"Oh, it was wonderful. And it's even better now that it's just you and I," she purred.

While he was determined to stay focused, she was determined to distract him. Her pretty thighs straddled his legs and he could feel the warmth of her body as she settled on his lap.

"Darling," he groaned softly. "You're drunk."

"I'm sobering up," she countered. "Not that it matters. I want you when I'm sober." She rolled her hips. "I want you when I first wake up. I want you when you aren't even here."

He tried to think of an argument, but it was hard to focus on anything other than her. Her scent. Her fingers clawing into his shoulders. Her amber eyes fluttering shut.

"Take off your pants," she ordered.

"Okay."

When his lower half was bare, he thought about laying her down on her back and burying his head between those soft thighs or tugging his shirt off of her so he could appreciate all that she was. But he didn't have time to make any of those decisions. She moved back over his lap, hooked a finger under her panties, moved them aside, then slid down on him.

"Fuck, Indie," he moaned, his entire body stiffening with all the sensations flooding him.

"You feel so fucking good," she whispered back, her features beautifully twisted.

Her pace was slow and steady. She moved with a rhythm that he could only marvel at. She was perfection. She was the beginning. She was the end. She was everything. He lost himself in her over and over again.

Her head dipped down to his shoulder as her hips continued to move.

"Cas," she whispered.

He could tell that she was asking something, but he didn't know what. Not until he felt the slightest pressure from her teeth skim his throat. She wanted to... She wanted him.

He couldn't answer her. At least not verbally. He gripped the back of her head with both hands, pulling her closer to him. It was all the confirmation she needed. Her teeth sank into the side of his neck, marking him as hers. Forever.

~~~The End~~~

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