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Johnny is still stammering, head as red as an overripe tomato and looking like it might pop at any moment as she reaches out and squeezes the other girl’s hand, who can’t hide her surprise. “Know your worth.”

“Please,” Johnny spits, voice full of venom, and Ruby finally looks at him. “Youwant to talk about worth? The dull, plain girl that is forgettable at best. Do you know what comes to mind when I think about our relationship?Nothing. You werenothing, Ruby, never anything more than a pathetic—”

A loud gurgle chokes his words as my hand closes around his neck, lifting him clear off the ground. He grabs my wrist with both hands, struggling and kicking as he tries to pull himself loose from my grasp.

“You… will…apologize.”I growl, teeth clenched as white-hot rage courses through my body.

Johnny’s terror is a palpable thing as I allow a tiny flash of power to flicker in my eyes. I bare my teeth, ready to snuff out his pitiful life, when a soft touch lands on my biceps. “Amon,” Ruby whispers, and I spin to face her, still snarling. “Amon, he’s not worth it.”

“He dares to insult you.” My lips are pulled back in an angry twist as I turn to him and shake his weak human body, but she squeezes my arm and forces my attention to stay on her.

“Don’t waste your energy on him when you could use it on me,” she taunts with a sultry smirk, and my anger gives way to a surge of something entirely different. Johnny groans as I release him and his legs buckle underneath him, body crumpling to the ground as he sucks in a rasping inhale.

I pull Ruby against me so roughly our bodies knock together, my lips colliding with hers as I push all that excess energy into a kiss that makes her gasp. “Good boy,” she murmurs, and I groan against her mouth. My zipper bites into my cock as it pushes against the front of my pants.

Cas releases a barely audible whimper, drowned out by the ruckus of the club, before positioning himself behind Ruby, pinning her between us.

It’s the best place for her, after all.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, and she turns to plant a kiss on his lips.

“Of course.”

The smile that crosses his face is full of wicked intent as he whispers in her ear, so low even my demon hearing can’t detect it. Ruby freezes, her breath catching as she pulls back, her wide eyes locking with his. She’s nervous, and I’m about to step in and tell him to back off when she nods.

“You’re sure?” he asks, leaning in and dropping a kiss on her forehead.

She nods again, but it’s not enough for him. “Words, Ruby.”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

Before I can ask what he’s planning, the familiar tingle of his magic buzzes in the air and Ruby gasps, her spine arching. Cas slides his hand to her ass and runs his palm across the round curves, those gasps morphing into moans.

Curiosity gets the better of me, and I glance around to find Johnny and Danika have disappeared.

Just as well.

“What did you do?” I ask, but instead of answering, Cas guides my hand to Ruby’s ass. He steers my fingers until they land on something that makes her moan again. “Is that…”

“A plug. She’ll need some time to stretch while we take her home.” He grips her chin and points her face towards his. “Do you know what we’re going to do to you when we get there?” I push on the plug again and she’s almost delirious as her mouth sags open, nodding.

“We’re leaving,” I announce, and neither of them argue as I march us straight to the exit.

Chapter 22

Ruby

Every tiny bump on the road shifts the plug and sends a jolt through my body. It’s been a long time since anything has been back there, and I’m simultaneously nervous and terrified at what’s about to happen.

I mean, demon dicks arebig.Who knew, right?

Beside me in the front seat, Amon’s hand inches perilously higher on my thigh, nudging my skirt further with every tiny swipe. A barely-there touch brushes between my legs, hitting me like a bolt of lightning.

“Amon,” I moan, parting my knees as much as possible while driving, and a single finger slides along my pussy.

That finger teases back and forth, slipping the tiniest bit deeper each time. “Gods, you are so wet for us, Ruby.”

Without warning, he plunges two fingers inside me, and I gasp as my thighs tense. The engine revs, my foot flexing on thepedal as my muscles kick out in response. In and out, he taunts me with patient thrusts, too gentle to give me the friction I crave.

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