Page 89 of Mine to Protect

Our labored breaths mirrored each other’s. Eyes locked with mine, Cas grinned as he ran the tips of his fingers through the sticky mess before pressing a coated finger against my lips. Through my smile, my tongue darted out, licking off the remnants of him. Approval sparked behind his dark eyes. A lightness settled over his features, relaxing his brow and softening his usual harshness.

“You could’ve … you know. I wouldn’t have minded.” Even with everything we’d done, embarrassment at saying it out loud brought heat to my cheeks.

Chuckling, he pressed his lips to mine before diving his tongue in to dance with my own. “We’re pushing our luck with what we’ve done and you not having a panic attack. Didn’t want that to be the thing that tipped you over the edge. Now tomorrow,” he muttered against my lips, “different story. I won’t hold back.”

“That was you holding back?” I said, my eyes wide. Hell, he fucked my mouth. How was that holding back?

His deep, wicked laugh stirred another bout of lust inside me. I squeezed my thighs in response.

“Plus I kind of like seeing this,” he said with a hint of awe in his tone. “Me covering you. Marking you.” Eyes blazing with determination, he flicked his gaze back up. “Mine.”

“I think the teeth marks you left did that already,” I said on a pushed breath. Heat built, making wetness pool in my core. “Let's do it again.”

Teeth gripping his lower lip, he shook his head, sending cool droplets of water to rain down. “You need to walk tomorrow.” His expression darkened. “And we have stuff to discuss. Peters is waiting.”

Without another word, he twirled me around, putting my hair directly under the warm water and ending the conversation.

30

Cas

Eyes on the bedroom door,I half listened to whatever Peters rambled on about. Both my heads were focused solely on the beautiful creature currently changing behind that door. Which meant she was naked. Clean and naked. Ready for me to slip in and get her dirty all over again.

Fuck.

Shifting, I gripped my hard dick to alleviate the uncomfortable throb, which was fucking lunacy. I’d gotten off more today than I ever had in one day, and there I was ready, desperate for her again. It wasn’t just her tight pussy that called to me. No, it was all of her. Those all-seeing eyes, the hushed breaths, whimpers she didn’t even know she gave, those smiles I didn’t deserve but she gave anyway.

Everything. She was everything.

A hard, no-holding-back punch to the shoulder dragged my attention to Peters.

“Fucking hell.” He smacked my face hard enough to sting. “Get your head in the game. The right fucking head, you dipshit. I told you,” he said, jabbing a finger in my chest. I glared at the offensive finger, debating about ripping it off. “I told you not to let this interfere with the case, and here you are not listening to a fucking thing I’m saying. It’s her life on the line, you know that, right?”

Her life. Right.

Shaking my head, I scrubbed my sliced-up hand down my face, allowing the pain to bring me back to the present. “Right. Fuck, what’s wrong with me?”

“Good pussy.”

I took a step toward him; he took two back. “Watch it.”

A small tilt of his chin was all he gave. “Fine. Listen, this guy is stepping up his game. I still have no idea why he’s doing this to her—”

“I do.” We both turned at her voice. Just outside the doorway, she stood with her small hand raised like she had the answer to Peters’s question.

I watched every step she took into the living room. Her eyes cut to the fireplace that was roaring with the fire I’d built for her the second we made it out of the shower. My gaze flicked to her hands, where both index fingers picked at the cuticles of her thumb.

“Oh?” Peters asked, moving closer to her.

My muscles bunched, the protective instincts taking control. It was only sheer willpower that kept my feet planted instead of stalking across the room and putting myself between them, even though they stood more than five feet away from each other and had a couch between them.

“Last night.” Her nervous gaze flicked around the room. “I was so focused on….” Clearing her throat, she squatted to the hearth to get closer to the heat of the fire. “I couldn’t tell you guys….”

“Tell us what, Birdie?” Had to hand it to Peters, he knew how to turn his anger and frustration on and off. He was seconds from punching me one minute ago, and now here he was showing the extra patience Alta needed.

“He found me.”

I felt all the blood drain from my face. Peters glanced to me and held up a hand, letting me know he’d handle it. Clearly, by the look on my face, I wasn’t capable.

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