SWNOVELS Chapter 24: One Night
Castiel’s POV
They spoke until the sky streaked with red, wholly ignoring bar responsibilities. While he wasn’t happy with Angel going rogue, he admitted the value in her plan. It got Syndicate onside, and the weapon wouldn’t kill the enemy. Rubbing her eyes, Angel whined from her stool. “Can we close yet? It’s only Mr Bodyguard left.”
Castiel smiled and nodded. Didn’t have to ask him twice tonight! His heavy feet walked to the door, where he ushered Alastair out silently with finger pointing. The demon gave no reaction or resistance, heading off down the street. Castiel sighed and leaned back against the now locked door and watched Angel head to the jukebox. Her tail and walk were her again. His heartbeat raced.
“Can I make the first song request love?” He called over. She nodded with fingers on the buttons. “Heartbeats by Royal Teeth. Number 23” He strode to the couch and fell to the middle of it, head resting on the back with eyes closed. Just for now. One last night. Music filled the room as an additional token fell into the machine and a sound of buttons being pressed.
“Castiel?” Came a soft voice in front of him and he righted in his seat. He reached out to spread hands over her eye-level hips, then pulled her a step forward and pressed his forehead into her stomach with a loud sigh.
‘One night to be confused. One night to speed up truth. We had a promise made.
Both under influence. We had divine sense. To know what to say. Mind is a razorblade.’
Angel’s hand combed through his hair, a soothing motion that only made his need everywhere pulse. Groaning loudly with lost restraint, he pulled her towards his lap and leaned back. She instinctively straddled him and applied much needed pressure on his thighs. He kissed the hollow of her throat as it came into view, then pressed a trail along her neck as if convinced that his kisses could heal scars. His hands kneaded her hips, then slid up to squeeze her ribs. He knew he needed to go slow and steady but damn it if she was breaking his control! More, his body screamed!
He dipped hands under the knit fabric with thumbs pressed against bare side boob on either side. She sighed loudly and purred, her hands working the buttons of his white shirt open.
Kissing the tender crook of her neck, he palmed first one, then both perfect breasts. She arched into his touch and he groaned against her skin. Buttons undone, she spread light fingers over his whole chest, abs, and neck. Her nails and lips found his shoulders and the shiver it gave him raced to his groin. She ground her hips once, no possible way she couldn’t feel his hard pulsing and straining under the denim. She rocked her hips again and Castiel matched each rock forward with a breast squeeze or nipple flick. Heavens above, she knew what she was doing!
He nearly growled against her neck, a surprising feeling building in his length. More more more! He quickly leaned her back and in one motion had lifted the sweater and descended his hot mouth over a nipple. Holy Hell! His novice tongue swirled and flattened over the sensitive nipple, and he relished in her shudders. One hand held her leaned weight between her shoulderblades, the other gripped down to her hip to guide a quicker friction pace he suddenly desperately needed. Fuck, it was there! “Oh fuckfuckfuck..THERE!” surging upwards with cum pulses, he creamed his jeans like a teenager, still rowing her on it to prolong the feeling.
Breathing heavy, he gave a last hard suck to her breast, then fully moulded her against his body in the seat as he sat back. She snuggled in with her nose nuzzled under his jaw and fingers tracing muscle lines wherever she found them. The music switched to ‘I’m on Fire’ by Bruce Springsteen, and Castiel fell asleep with her wrapped tightly in his arms hearing true words.
‘At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet,
And a freight train running through the middle of my head.
Only you can cool my desire.
Oh, oh, oh, I'm on fire.’