Chapter 1
He might have done too much. He could feel the emmeryth snaking its way through his body, trying to wrestle control of it away from him, wrap its warm and tingling fingers around his brain and pull him into oblivion.
He focused on anything else, trying to keep his mind here, where he needed it, on the female kneeling infront of him. He focused on the feel of her silky black locks through his fingers, the stud through her tongue as it swirled around the tip of his cock, her hand as it stoked the length of it, pulling all that blood to his biggest and arguably best asset. Fuck he loved a female that knew how to give head like a pro.
She grazed her fangs along him as she pulled him deep into her mouth. "Shit Cas!" The exclamation is through his teeth before he realized it as his grip onher head tightened, not that she need his direction at all. He can practically feel the smirk on her lips as she keeps at it until he exploded into that warm and silken mouth of hers. He came so hard he's seeing stars and it nearly takes him off his feet. That's the emmeryth though. She's good, but no one's that good, but damn if she doesn't come close usually. Fuck that felt really good.
Yeah... he's done too much, and what'sworse is now Cas knows it too. It's an odd juxtaposition, seeing herkneeling there, denim skirt barely better than a belt scrunched up ather hips, tits spilling out the top of that blood red tank top,wiping spit and cum off her chin with the back of her hand, she never looked hotter, and never more pissed. If looks could kill, the glare she was leveling at him with those silver eyes and slit pupils would cower any other male in a heartbeat. Not a look he wanted on someone who'd just had his most prized asset between their not inconsiderable and very sharp teeth.
"For fuck's sake Finn! How much ofthat shit did you do before I got here?" It's little better than asnarl.
He doesn't answer.
Mostly because right now letting herwords slip into his ears, rattle around his brain and attempting tounderstand them over the emmeryth is taking all his concentration, never mind attempting to formulate a response, and also he can'treally remember how much he had done.
He'd been doing lines in the livingroom with Jessen and Altar for hours before, on top of all thewhiskey and weed they'd had as well. The human world wasn't withoutits delights, ones that Finn found no trouble indulging in. How theylet him call her in this condition though... he'd have to have a wordwith his lieutenant's about willful disobedience, especially when itwas for his own good. One of them should have had the sense to take his cell from him at a certain point.
"Put your dick back in your pantsand sit down before you fall down." It's still a snarl dripping from Cas' lips. He obeys slowly as far as fixing his jeans anyway.
As she corrects her skirt and replacesher shirt he realizes what she's really doing. "We're not donehere." He snaps. He can at least give her the illusion that he was planning on keeping up his end of the bargain.
"You're too fucked up." She rollsher eyes as she shoves him down onto the bed. He lets himself sitwithout resistance. "You're not worth a ride right now."
Cas wasn't wrong. For a heartbeat thetattoos on his arms seem to be crawling under his skin. While veryaware he's hallucinating it, covering them up seems like the best way to put an end to it. He had a shirt... somewhere. Looking around the room for it yields no results.
Cas sauntered over to the side boardand put the last two lines of emmeryth he had cut up her own nose.
"That was mine."
