Chapter 28 Unraveled by You
Hazel
We fumble our way to my bedroom, tripping over our feet, whispering and giggling like we don’t have a care in the world.
I slam the door shut and turn the lock before walking backward toward the bed as Dean slowly unbuttons his shirt.
I step into him, taking over, sliding his shirt off his broad shoulders. My fingers trail down his arm, pulling the sleeves until my hand finds the hard lines of his abs, tracing them as he devours my mouth like a starved man.
He treads his fingers into my hair, his hand sliding down my back to grab a handful of my ass, pulling my hips into his. The contact steals my breath, heat pooling low in my stomach.
Being in his arms, kissing him until my lips go numb, feels… surreal.
I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that Dean can hear my hum. I knew mates could hear each other’s siren song, but I never thought it would work with my broken Divine and my mate being the Grim Reaper.
It’s been constant chaos since Timor attacked us in the human realm, so it slipped my mind, but I remember how shocked I was that Dean wasn’t affected by their binding song.
Now I know why. His Divine already recognized my hum, so when he heard a stranger’s song, the Divine blocked it out.
I can’t believe his Divine has been healing mine for months, and I didn’t even realize it.
Being around our mate must’ve somehow given my Divine enough strength to reach out to him. It could’ve been a call of distress or affection I could never fully hide.
But I can never admit that out loud. Dean’s ego is already big enough, and if he finds out he’s been literally healing me, I’ll never hear the end of it.
Dean spins me around, his hands caressing my arms, greedily grabbing every part of me he can reach. He’s insatiable, unable to stop touching me, pressing us together until our heartbeats sync, and I love every second of it.
He brushes my hair aside, his fingers slowly tracing down my bare back before unlacing my dress. A shiver runs down my spine, equal parts anticipation and vulnerability.
My hand comes to my chest when the dress starts to slip, and I slowly turn back to him.
He doesn’t know where to look. His gaze drags over every inch of me, his pupils dilating when he notices my hand holding the dress up.
And then I let it fall.
A breath rushes out of him, and Dean chokes on nothing. A strangled sound escapes him, doing wonders for my confidence.
I don’t think he was expecting me to be naked under the dress.
Good. I want him off balance for once.
The dress pools at my feet, and Dean can’t take his eyes off my chest.
He stalks closer like a predator locked onto his prey, his lip caught between his teeth.
“You are a dream, Hazel.”
I love the way he says my name.
His knuckles trail over my stomach before drifting higher, brushing my nipple, rolling it between his fingers with a slow twisting. The touch is almost hesitant at first, like he’s giving me time to stop him… and when I don’t, something darker flickers in his eyes.
I gasp at the light touch, and whatever restraint Dean was holding snaps. His hand grabs the back of my neck, pulling me into a fierce kiss that sends heat spiraling straight through me, making me grind against him.
Dean groans when I slide my hand between us, palming him through his pants. He bucks into my touch, but when I reach for his belt, his hands close around my wrists.
He pulls back, cheeks flushed, scratching the back of his head as his breathing turns uneven. Suddenly, he looks almost… embarrassed, but not enough to stop tracing patterns along my hip, keeping me closer.
“I’m not…” He clears his throat, still avoiding my eyes. “I would’ve waited for you my whole life, but I was told I didn’t have a mate, and as the years went by…”
“Dean, it’s okay. I’m not a virgin either.”
His brows shoot up. “How?”
When my head jerks back, he lifts his hands in surrender. “I’m just curious. You didn’t like being touched before I came along and swept you off your feet.”
There’s a hint of teasing, but his eyes are watching me carefully.
My fingers toy with the loop of his pants as I laugh, suddenly just as awkward as he was a second ago.
“I was sure Tiberius would find me someday, and I just... I didn’t want him to ruin that for me. So when I found someone kind and considerate, I let myself feel good for once. It was kind of sweet.”
“Again... purely out of curiosity, who was he?” His casual tone barely hides the edge underneath.
Oh, he’s jealous. Perfect.
I look up at him, grinning as I flutter my lashes. “Why do you assume it was a he?”
Dean’s head drops in the crook of my neck with a pained groan. “I’m dead. You killed me. I’ll see you in Azure.”
A laugh bubbles out of me as I tangle my fingers in his hair and lift his head. “Before you die… take me to bed.”
I should’ve known nothing is ever simple with Dean because he lifts me into his arms and drops me on the bed with an oomph.
He’s on me in seconds, climbing onto the bed slowly until he’s hovering above me, every movement deliberate… like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
His hands trail down the outside of my things to my feet before he slips my shoes off, tossing them over his shoulder without looking. Then his hands gently part my thighs to settle between them.
He leans in for a kiss, his hands roaming over me like a man worshipping at the altar. He takes his time trailing kisses down my neck and chest, moving lower until his lips find the pulsing heartbeat begging for his touch.
Heat floods my cheeks, but the sight of his broad shoulders flexing as he wraps his arms around me keeps my eyes locked on him.
The first swipe of his tongue sends a sharp current through my body. If this is what he can do with his tongue, I can’t even imagine what his cock would do to me.
“We’ll start slow.” Dean murmurs. “I need to prep you for your mate’s cock.”
Then he dives in like a man on a mission, his tongue tracing patterns on my clit while he slowly enters two fingers in me. Before I can feel the pressure, he curls his fingers, and I gasp.
A pressure builds low in my stomach, and I squeeze my eyes shut. When he pulls my clit between his teeth, I jolt, nearly arching off the bed.
The sounds that leave me, you’d think I was possessed. I would’ve floated away if it weren’t for Dean holding me in place.
“Dean, I’m…”
“I know, baby.” His voice is rough as his fingers hit something that scrambles my brain. “Come on my face, Hazel. Drown me in your taste.”
The wave that crashes over me is so intense that I have to pull away from Dean before I lose my mind.
When my eyes finally open, Dean’s Divine curls around us, dancing over my skin desperately, brushing over every inch of my skin it can find.
Dean lifts his head, lips glistening with my release, and I can’t stop myself. I pull him into a kiss. He hums against my lips, coating my tongue with my come.
He pulls back, a smile spreading across his face that promises more.
“Ready for the best part, baby?”
I nod, shamelessly might I add, because the anticipation alone might kill me if his cock doesn’t. I’m not a virgin, but it’s been years since I was intimate with someone.
He pushes off the bed, kicking his pants off quickly, ready to jump back in, but I come face-to-face with the monster he’s packing, and now I’m worried.
“Dean, that’s…”
I have no words to describe the long, girthy length staring right at me.
For the first time, my confidence wavers.
Dean’s smirk widens like he knows exactly what’s running through my head.
“Oh, I know. Don’t worry, I’ll go slow.”
I don’t even have it in me to wipe that smirk off his face. He deserves to feel smug.
He settles between my legs again, pressing a kiss to my neck as his cock brushes against me, and I suck in a sharp breath at the sudden warmth.
His knuckles glide down my cheek before he tilts my chin up. “Is this okay, or do you want to be on top?”
I swallow, but the panic from last time doesn’t threaten to drag me under. I know he’d flip us in a second if I asked, but I like his weight on me. So I pull him into a kiss. “Stay here.”
Dean’s hand moves between us, his thumb finding my clit, rubbing tight circles before he adjusts himself, slowly easing himself inside me.
He doesn’t rush, waits for my body to follow his lead.
I’m so wet from coming earlier, he slides in without resistance.
Dean stops there, and curiosity gets the best of me. He laughs when I run my fingers over him to see how much is left, and suck a breath when I realize he’s barely halfway in.
“Hazel, baby… you’ve got to stop squeezing the life out of me. I’m trying not to go too fast.”
I nod, lifting slightly to press my forehead to his. If I’m going to take more of him, I need him closer.
Like he can read my thoughts, Dean kisses me again, steadying me.
His thumb returns to rub tight circles on my clit, coaxing me to relax. And just when I think I can’t take any more, his shadows caress my nipples, the new sensation pulling a gasp from my lips.
“Shhh... just a little bit more.” Dean pulls his hips back before gently thrusting back in, going deeper every time. “Relax for me. I’ll make it feel good, okay?”
His voice wraps around me, soft and certain, like a promise I can trust. The stretch sends a shiver down my spine, and I sink into the mattress like dead weight, letting him take control.
His hand finds mine, lacing our fingers together above my head as he moves at a maddeningly slow pace.
His forehead drops to mine with a rough groan. “I feel like I’m losing my mind. You make my world spin, Hazel.”
The lazy smile on his lips sparks something deep inside me. I cup his face, my thumbs tracing the crinkles beside his eyes as his smile widens.
I’ve never wanted to memorize someone like this before.
It’s all for me. his smile, his soft caress, the way he checks on me with every step. He’s doing it all for me. Not because he expects something in return, but because he loves me.