30. WILLOW

“Willow?!” an angry voice shouts, from down the previously quiet hospital hallway, making my heart stop then zap back to life in less than a second.

Oh, crap.

I only slipped out for a few minutes to stretch my legs and grab some water whilst Dean was still sleeping.

I fully intended to be back before he woke up but it seems like my guard dog sensed I was gone. A smile curves my lips as I hurry back towards his room.

I find Dean around the corner, standing in the middle of the hall in just his gown, there’s a small trickle of blood down his arm where he must have torn the IV out, in what I can only assume was his rush to find me. I feel a pang of guilt for leaving him alone and for making him think I’d left him.

The pure fury on his face as he storms past everyone in his way should have me running scared but it has the opposite effect. My nerve endings come to life in anticipation of touching him and a feral need for him overcomes me.

I’m running to him before he ends up assaulting one of the nurses that are trying to calm him down.

My blood pulses as I near him but it’s not from exertion. Dean stands there so tall, his hair a dark mess hanging over his forehead and all the scars on his chest are on display.

My dark protector.

Seeing him like this makes me want to jump onto him and never let go. So that’s what I do.

Dean’s eyes lock with mine, there’s anger burning in them but also fear. I know he’s desperate to drag me out of here, to lock me back up and keep me for himself.

I want that too.

I jump up forcing him to catch me in his arms and his hold on me doesn’t waver. I’m careful to avoid his stitches but he doesn’t seem to care about them as he keeps me held securely to him, his large hands splaying across my back and ass in the most possessive manner.

“I thought you’d—,”

I place a finger to his lips and softly say, “I know, I’m sorry. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere, Dean.”

That seems to calm him down, for now.

His erection prods against me and if we’re not careful everyone will see exactly what’s going on beneath his thin gown. I find myself getting jealous at the thought. He’s mine and I definitely don’t want anyone else seeing his cock. It’s bad enough how much skin they can see with the gown hanging off him.

I can sense everyone around us staring and whispering, they’ll probably end up calling security. I whisper into his ear to get him to move, “bed. Now.”

His eyes get even darker, turning into that deadly shade of blue, like the deepest depths of the ocean, ready to swallow me whole. With them locked on mine he carries me back into the room, kicking the door shut behind us, giving us complete privacy. Before he can toss me onto the bed I say, “lie down.”

As Dean leans back, I straddle him and with the feel of his cock under me I can’t help but grind against him.

“Take your clothes off before I rip them off,” he growls and I bite my lip. I know he wants control and I can’t blame him. He doesn’t seem to understand why I’m still here and I’m not sure exactly how to put my feelings into words, so my being here will have to be enough for now.

Slowly, I shake my head and take hold of his wrists. He lets me pin them down above his head and even though he’s capable of overpowering me whenever he wants just knowing that he’s giving me this small piece of control gives me a new sense of confidence.

“Little kitten,” he purrs. “Whatever you’re playing at it better end with your mouth or your pussy wrapped around my cock.”

I shake my head again, teasing him. I want sex just as much as him but not here where anyone could walk in.

Although the thought of that does give me a rush.

All I’m planning on doing right now is teasing him so he can calm down, but I think I’ve underestimated his primal need to possess me. “We’re not having sex here, Dean. Bones will be here—,”

“Don’t ever say another man’s name when you’re grinding against my cock, Willow,” he groans out and a vein on his temple throbs.

I get another sick thrill over being the one to make him struggle for control.

Just to tease him a little more I rock my hips and he tenses so hard beneath me I think he’s actually going to flip me under him, but he doesn’t. “Fuck, Willow. I’m injured here. I need you to take care of me,” he pouts and I laugh.

“No, I’m not falling for that and the doctor said no physical activity.” He’s about to protest but I lean down so my lips are just touching his ear and whisper, “I’ll take care of you as much as you need at home.”

With a growl he bites down on my exposed neck making me gasp and my hold on him loosens. As he locks his fingers through mine he kisses the bite he just gave me and my body melts into his. Beneath me, his cock pushes so hard against my pussy I swear it’s going to tear through the fabric between us to get inside me.

“Dean,” I moan and he chuckles against my neck, now that I’m putty in his hands again. As much as I enjoy being able to push him to the edge I love him being in control even more, it gives me a feeling of security I’ve never had before.

“Don’t worry, little kitten, I’ll still be taking care of you as well,” he says like he can read my mind. “Now, I’ve changed my mind about how I want you. Bring your ass up here and sit on my face.”

“What?” I squeak out as my back straightens. He can’t be serious?

“You heard me, baby. If I have to limit my activities then you’ll have to do all the work.” Dean’s lips curl up in an easy grin. “Didn’t you know that pussy is the best medicine? So move that pretty, little pussy up here and let me taste you. I’m starving here, baby, please.” I know he’s playing games with me but the sound of him begging has me squirming in my soaked panties.

“Someone could come in,” I say but my voice lacks conviction.

“After that out there I think they’ll be giving us some space. Plus, I know Luka would have told them not to bother me. It’s not like I need them to top up my pain meds.”

“Really?”

With a slow, sexy swipe of his tongue along his lips, he says, “trust me, baby, I’m not going to let anyone see what’s mine.” Trails of fire ignite where Dean’s eyes drag down my body and head straight to my pussy.

“I could blow you instead?” I ask through a moan as he kneads the soft flesh of my ass making my body rock in motion to him. I surprise myself with the offer but ultimately I know I need him inside me and I don’t care what hole he uses.

“No, baby.”

“But your arm’s bleeding—,”

“Willow,” he says sternly and I know his control is wearing thin. So is mine. “We both know I’m only asking to be nice. I can quite easily tear those clothes off you and drag that sweet, little pussy up here to feast on.”

My heart feels like it’s about to beat right out of my chest, the thought of being caught with his tongue devouring my pussy has me feeling nervous and naughty at the same time. I wet my lips in anticipation and slowly move off him, just enough to pull my leggings and underwear down. Before I can even get them all the way off Dean grabs my hips and lifts me so I’m straddling his shoulders.

“What if I squirt again?” I squeak out and he chuckles so low and smoothly that my pussy quivers.

“Then let me drown.”

Wetness leaks out of me as he stares at my bare pussy. His jaw goes slack and his eyelids grow heavy with lust. Heat blooms everywhere in my body making my t-shirt rub uncomfortably against my rock hard nipples.

“Fuck, Willow,” Dean says as he exhales slowly, his warm breath torturing my clit as it hits. “I think your glistening pussy might be one of my favorite sights. I should get it framed, it’s such a fucking masterpiece.”

A finger drags through my wetness before pushing into my heated entrance, I squeeze around him and he groans, ”so tight for me.”

“One of your favorites? What are the others?” I ask playfully but I’m so hot and needy that it comes out as a whine.

“Hmm,” he hums to himself as he lowers me slowly and I let my knees unlock giving him full access to me as I feel the vibrations against my center.

My arms shoot outwards to brace the wall as his mouth connects and his tongue licks up my arousal. I have to slap a hand over my mouth so I don’t scream out and let the entire hospital know what we’re doing.

“My favorite,” he starts to say between licks, “is your face as you come. The way it contorts so beautifully as I wring every drop of pleasure from you.”

A muffled cry gets trapped behind my palm as his tongue pushes inside me and his nose nudges against my clit. I’m not sure how long I’m going to last like this. My orgasm is already dangerously close to the surface.

I find myself grinding against him, matching the strokes of his tongue and he growls out, “that’s it, baby, ride my face. Suffocate me with this pussy so the nurses have to come and resuscitate me, over and over. This is exactly how I want to go out, with the taste of you still fresh on my tongue.”

His words spur me on and his grip on my hips tightens as I grind down on him with so much vigor the bed starts to squeak.

Dean’s tongue explores me like he’s memorizing every inch of my pussy and I find myself wanting him to do that all over my body. I can barely hold back my scream as I come right onto his devil-like tongue and into his mouth. As my body quakes and shudders he keeps lapping at me. Even when my knees completely give out and I fall hard onto his face he doesn’t stop.

My head falls back and as I blink away the stars threatening to overtake my vision, the small board above the hospital bed with Dean’s name on comes into focus.

“Your…your last name is Cross?” I ask breathlessly, my tongue feeling too heavy in my mouth to speak coherently but he understands me perfectly.

“Mhm,” he murmurs against me, bringing me closer to another orgasm. I push off him just enough to see his face but the loss of his tongue makes me whimper.

“Cross?” I force myself to ask again and he raises an eyebrow, impatient to bury himself back between my legs. He tugs at my thighs pulling me closer but I stop him just for a moment. “This is your last name?” I lift my shirt and point to the large X he carved under DEAN. The devilish smirk he gives me tells me all I need to know. “I thought it was a kiss,” I half-laugh, half-moan as he moves his head forward enough to lick a long line up my pussy and ends it with a flick of the tip of his tongue against my clit.

“I can easily add some kisses if you want, baby.” I lose track of everything as Dean tugs me forward and kisses my clit over and over again, sucking it into his mouth with each purse of his lips. Two fingers slide easily into my drenched pussy and make my legs tremble with another orgasm that has me almost falling off the bed. Knowing he’ll catch me, I let it overtake me and my body crumbles.

Dean’s strong, steady arms guide me off him and onto his chest. I feel a light caress over my backside as he pulls a blanket over us both and I snuggle into him. When I manage to drag my eyes open I see the huge smirk on his face and the wetness shining off his lips.

Without thinking I lean up and taste myself. “I love you so fucking much, Willow.” Dean grasps my hair pushing my mouth closer to his so our tongues and teeth clash desperately together. “If I can’t fuck you here then we’re going home, right now.”

I nod knowing there’s no other place I want to be.