Fallen [Dean Winchester FanFiction]

XII

Twelve

"Stop."

The moment that single command fell from Alaine's lips, everything inside of Dean came to a screeching halt. She'd pulled away from him, leaving him thirsting after the taste of her luscious mouth. He could feel his blood pulsing through his veins, a relentless throbbing that further deepened the ache in his groin. Breathing raged, he flickered his eyes open to meet her gaze.

She was sprawled out on her back, the waves of her brown hair spilling over the white cotton of her pillow. Her features were flushed, her parted lips swollen from the assault of his mouth. She looked absolutely breathtaking, even with the way her thin brows were drawn together into an soft frown.

And God how he wanted her—to feel her touch all across his skin, to bury himself into the warm depths of her body, to hear the way his name would roll off her tongue, forced out by the cries of pleasure. The desire was there, like a ravaging flame hungering to devour everything in its path. It burned red-hot, the heat of it almost suffocating. His chest trembled beneath the labored intakes of air as he stared into her whiskey-colored eyes.

"What's wrong?"

The warmth of his breath spilled over her face, the scent of beer and mint intoxicating to her senses. She pressed her palms to his shoulders as a sigh quivered along her lips.

Get rid of him, commanded her subconscious. She swallowed hard.

"Dean..."

Tenderly, the hunter's fingers stroked the skin of her waist. She surveyed the way his green eyes danced all over her face, as if trying to read into the thoughts presently swarming through her mind. His brows furrowed ever so slightly as a look of confusion coupled with worry settled onto his rugged features.

Don't you dare fall for it. He's not interested in you. Don't be a fool. Don't give him what he wants...

Alaine cursed the voice inside of her head. There was this swelling in her chest, much like a balloon on the verge of bursting. It hindered her ability to breathe.

"What's the matter?" His voice softened to a whisper, gravelly yet warm.

She closed her eyes, the gentleness reflecting in his own too much to bare. "Please...please go."

"What?"

The surprise was audible in the way the pitch of his tone dropped. She felt him shift over her, his hips drawing back to free hers.

"Alaine..."

"I said go!" she snapped.

Dean watched the corners of her mouth curl in disdain. She scrambled out from underneath him and jolted upright into a sitting position. She threw her arms around her midriff as if to shield herself, and snapped her gaze open to shoot him a warning glare.

"Get the hell out!"

Alaine's heart contracted in a pang of longing. She witnessed a flash of something unknown in his expression before his features hardened, the muscles around his mouth tightening.

"That's what you want?"

Dean's eyes burned with an emotion she didn't understand. Instead of answering him, or yelling at him to leave, she kept her mouth closed, the provided silence more than enough to force him up out of her bed and towards the door. She almost found herself retracting her demand, pleading for him not to go, but then he stopped to scoop up his jacket and long-sleeved shirt from the floor, and let himself out without offering her a final glance.