Page 66 of Reaper Unhinged
He tugs the towel down, leaving me bare underneath the T-shirt. Yes, I want him to touch me, to slide his hands under the cotton and skim his palms over my skin.
I want his fingers, his mouth, and his cock.
I grind against it now, letting him know just how much I want him.
Ice blasts the backs of my legs, and then I’m yanked away from Dean.
He stares over my shoulder in stunned horror, and then thunder clouds his expression. “What the fuck?”
Jasper hugs me to him, his arms bands of steel. “Not tonight,” he bites out. “Tonight, her wet cunt is mine.”
Dean takes a menacing step toward us and stops, immobilized by Jasper’s power. “Let her go,” he demands.
Jasper’s grip on me tightens so that the ridges of his abs are pressed into my back.
“Oh, but we have a deal, Cora and I. She traded her body to help herfriend,and tonight it belongs to me.”
Dean’s face wrinkles in disgust; it’s a fleeting expression, but I catch it before he can smooth it over. My throat seizes up.
Dean’s eyes widen as if he’s realized his faux pas. “Cora…I…"
I turn my face away. “Let’s just go.”
I can’t look at him. Not anymore.
* * *
We materializein my room in the pack house. Jasper releases me abruptly, and I stumble forward, righting myself stiffly. My limbs are hot with fury, and my eyes burn with the threat of tears of shame.
I face him, lifting my chin and meeting his piercing eyes. “You want my cunt, huh? You want to fuck me because of our deal. Fine. Let’s get it over with then.”
My chin wants to tremble, but I clench my jaw. Like fuck will I cry.
I grab the hem of Dean’s T-shirt and make to tear it off. Jasper blurs, and then his fingers are around my wrist, holding me immobile. Holding the T-shirt down.
“What?”
He grips my jaw with his free hand and pulls me closer, so our mouths almost touch. “Stop it,” he says. “Stop crying.”
I blink back tears. “I hate you.”
His mouth turns down, and his eyes darken. “I know.”
And then he’s gone.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Fee
Grayson and I returned to the pack house exhilarated but exhausted. The world was turning gray when we climbed back into bed with the night scents clinging to us. We curled around each other, skin moist with dew.
“Are you ready?” Grayson asked, his voice already thick with sleep.
I ran my fingers through his hair and kissed his jaw before snuggling close. “I am.”
We drifted off together, bodies entwined, and slipped into our Vista.
It was a moonlit night as always in our special place. A time for us to run, play, and be free, but not tonight.
