I looked at her possessively before grabbing her by the nape of her neck and pulling her closer to me, our lips a breath away.
"You are mine. Only mine. Understand?" I gritted out and she nodded slowly.
"Good. Because I'll fucking kill any man who l...
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"Shit." I muttered when a searing pain shot through my legs.
Courtesy of Nico, by the way.
I tried removing Nico's arm from around me as slowly as I could but it didn't budge at all. He had a death grip on me while he was sleeping like a baby.
When I did manage to make the tiniest difference, I felt his hot breath on my neck and then a trail of kisses as his grip got even tighter.
"Running away so soon, love? I'm not done with you just yet." He whispered in my ear when I groaned in frustration.
"We have to get ready for the day." I told him but he didn't let go, only buried his face in my hair and inhaled deeply.
"You smell so good. Can I kiss you?" He murmured when I frowned.
"I need to brush my teeth first then I'm all yours." I said and saw his frown as I started to get up but he pushed me back and climbed on top of me.
"Do I look like I fucking care?" He asked but I only smacked his chest in response.
"No, you like a hyena that just woke up." I retorted back and saw his shocked expression which I used to my advantage to push him off me and go to the bathroom with much difficulty.
"Dovey!" He whined and followed me like a lost puppy, pouting as I brushed my teeth and he wrapped his arms around my waist.
"Forgive me?" He asked me so softly, with an unusual warmth in his eyes which melted my heart.
"For doubting me or making me too sore to walk?" I asked when he chuckled, placing a small kiss on my neck.
I'm sure he's not sorry for the soreness.
"I'm sorry for doubting you, I saw some boys with pictures of you dancing in that godforsaken dress." He said looking away and I knew he was ashamed of himself.
I sighed, finishing up on brushing before turning to face him in his arms and framing his face in my hands to make him look at me.
"I believe you." I whispered and kissed his cheek softly, pulled away with a small smile, "But you'll still have to work on earning my forgiveness, Mr. King."
His face lit up in the slightest as he pulled me closer with a small smile.
"Of course, Mrs. King." He whispered when my eyes widened and I cocked a brow at him.
"I think you mistook me for your wife. It's actually Ms. Winchester." I corrected and saw his smug look as he watched me carefully.
"Not for long." He murmured, my breath catching in my throat before he stood up straighter.
