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The first time Aiden caught the Seeker in a compromising position had been by complete accident. He stalked away from camp after a particularly hard day of battle in search of herbs when he found Cassandra on her back, her hands between her legs, her breath in pants, and her face flushed. He knew the moment he saw her that he should’ve turned around and left her alone, but something about her soft mewls of pleasure ensnared him. Approaching, he kept his footsteps light, watching as she writhed on the earth in desperation. He knew people touched themselves for pleasure though given his rather colorful past, Aiden never understood why. The mere thought of touching the thing between his legs made his stomach roll.
Burning with curiosity, he watched as her other hand reached up to squeeze at her breast, drawing a sound like he’d never heard. He had been used numerous times for other people’s pleasure, forced to watch others like him being rutted against, but never once had their sound of pleasure sounded so pure. There was desperation in her noises, a longing that he found stirring heat in his belly. That was another surprise. For the first moment they met, something about her tough as steel demeanor and fiery passion pulled at him, had him thinking thoughts that he never had the strength to entertain before. Most days he could lock it away and continue keeping her at arm's length with his crude disposition. But now, seeing her like this, watching the pleasure skitter across her scarred face, he found a different kind of want.
He shook his head clear before the thoughts could root and grow. A woman like Cassandra could never look at him with his scars and his past and want him in any capacity. He was going to walk away. He needed to walk away. Yet, no matter how many times he told himself to turn around, he couldn’t take his eyes off the sight before him. He was enthralled and he could tell she was close by the way her breath came in short, jagged pants. He wanted to see her fall apart, wanted to see what she looked like in that moment of bliss.
Her hips jerked up suddenly, her body going taut, and a single word fell from her lips. “Trevelyan.”
Aiden clamped a hand over his mouth before the noise of surprise could pass his lips. To know that Cassandra thought of him made his head spin. They traded barbs back and forth in their travels through the Hinterlands helping Mother Gisele and were tolerant of each other. He had caught her gaze on him more than once, but he had figured it was out of mere curiosity because he kept himself closed off to any probing questions. Never would he have guessed that she thought of him as anything more than a means to an end to close the breach. Head spinning with this newfound knowledge, he quietly stumbled away before Cassandra returned to her senses and caught him.