Page 37 of Red

I slide down and lay on his chest, listening to his pounding heart, and he wraps me in his arms.

“What if there was a place where I didn’t have to hide?” he asks, his voice quiet.

I rest my chin on his firm pec to look at him. “Then I’d love for you to take me there.”

“Would you?” His eyes are shining, and it seems like he wants to add something more.

But suddenly, everything changes. His ears perk up and his head shoots up as he’s snarling wildly.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” I hope it’s the FBI.

“Get dressed,” he tells me, lifting me off his body. “Dean will be pulling up shortly. I hear his truck turning from the main road.”

That’s, like, a few miles away, and now I get some idea of the range of his hearing.

Swiftly, I put my dress back on and try to make myself look decent. But I can only imagine my mascara running, flaming hot face, and my hair in a total disorder.

“Please, just stay here and don’t react,” I ask Alex when Dean’s already banging his fist at the front entrance. “I can handle him.” I’m positive none of it reaches him, though. He may be soft and caring with me, yet at the same time, I also know how insanely possessive he’s over me.

After I open the door, I’m surprised to see Dean looking like shit. His eyes are bloodshot and his beard untamed as he’s wearing a casual buffalo plaid flannel and washed blue jeans.

“I don’t remember inviting you,” I start, my tone cold.

He tries to move past me to come inside but I block the entryway, crossing my arms on the chest.

“Nice dress.” He’s scanning my body, but more like he would looking for something than with lust.

What a weirdo.

“Dean, what are you doing here?”

“Why? You aren’t going anywhere looking like this, are you?” He leans into me and I notice how badly he reeks of whiskey and cigarettesmixed with his spicy cologne.

“No, but you surely are coming back from somewhere.” I place my hand flat on his torso to shift him away.

“I wanted to talk. I don’t like the way things ended. I think you’re making a big mistake.” He firmly grabs my hips. “Babe…”

I cringe both at the word and his behavior. I’m honestly baffled what’s gotten into him. He never acted this way with me before. And it was never that serious to begin with.

“Don’t touch me.” I’m getting ready for the good, old knee to the groin move.

He persists, “Give yourself to me.”

I just had a werewolf’s dick in my mouth, babe.

I don’t hear him since he moves noiselessly. But I know Alex is standing right behind me. I feel his anger blazing on my back.

Dean’s eyes zero in on him as the corners of his lips jerk up. That’s not a reaction of someone who sees a supernatural being for the first time.

Well, shit.

Although, the longer he stares, the more his eyes enlarge, and he then gasps, “You?”

He knows him?

Alex reaches from above me and grabs him by the nape, lifting him high in the air. It’s worthnoting Dean isn’t a small guy in the least—just a smidge shy of six feet tall and quite brawny, giving off lumberjack vibes.

No match for the furious shifter, however.

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