Fuck.
My dick throbbed as I thought about her fangs at my throat—better yet, at the vein on my inner thigh as she stroked me—
Why was I thinking about that? Clearly, I was a glutton for punishment.
I scooted my hips back, hoping it would help. It did. For about five seconds. Poppy grumbled something incoherent under her breath, sounding like a very frustrated small animal,and squirmed until her ass was once more nestled against my cock. The humming sound that came from her then was breathy and soft. Pleased.
“For fuck’s sake,” I groaned, my molars grinding.
Poppy stiffened, then her chest rose. Her eyes fluttered open, her head jerking to the side. Our eyes locked. In the dim light of the approaching dawn, the splotches of green, blue, and brown in her eyes swirled wildly around her pupils before slowing and shrinking into flecks of vivid color.
“Hey,” she whispered, her voice husky with sleep.
The greeting drew a smile out of me. “Hey, yourself.”
Blinking a few times, she wet her lips and then swallowed. “Is there a reason you’re staring at me while I sleep?”
“Would you think it was creepy if I said there wasn’t?”
“A little.”
Chuckling, I dropped a kiss onto her forehead. “You were having a nightmare.”
“Oh.” She turned her head, and a pink flush crept into her face.
I kissed her cheek, this time brushing my lips over her scar. “Was it about Lockswood?”
“I…don’t exactly remember.” She closed her eyes.
I lifted my head, my gaze sharpening on her profile. Poppy remembered her nightmares. They were so visceral that it was as if she relived those moments. Why would she lie?
“Cas?”
“Yeah?” I forced my voice to stay light.
“If I was having a nightmare,” she said, once more opening her eyes and turning her head to me, “then why is your…cock hard?”
Muscles in my abdomen clenched at hearing her say that word.Cock.
“I’m pretty sure that’s what woke me,” she continued.
“It’s your fault.”
Her lips pursed. “How is it my fault?”
“Once you settled from the nightmare, you started wiggling your ass against me,” I told her. “And I, being thoughtful and not wanting to wake you—”
“Really?” she said dryly.
“Yes. Really. I tried to move away. But then you grumbled at me, sounding like an angry, feral cat.”
Poppy’s eyes widened. “I did not!”
“You’re right. You sounded more like an angry kitten as you plastered that ass against my cock.” I paused, fighting a grin as her cheeks flushed a deeper pink. “Then you made a noise—”
“I don’t believe any of this.”
“—that sounded like a happy but feral cat having just been fu—”
