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“Oh yeah, why’s that?” He tips my chin up and I kiss him making him moan against my mouth. My pussy clenches at the sound but this is really not the time for that.

It terrifies me thinking how much I need him.

If he’s not careful he really could get himself killed. I used to think I was only scared that he wouldn’t come back and I’d die trapped alone in his house but now I know it’s him.

I can’t bear the thought of losing him.

“Please, don’t leave me,” I say quietly, putting all my vulnerabilities on the table.

He smiles at me and whispers, “never.”

As he starts to fall asleep I sigh, contentedly and cuddle closer into him. I want to tell him exactly how much he means to me but I guess I have forever to tell him how I feel now.

30

WILLOW

“Willow?!” an angry voice shouts, from down the previously quiet hospital hallway, making my heart stop then zap back to life in less than a second.

Oh, crap.

I only slipped out for a few minutes to stretch my legs and grab some water whilst Dean was still sleeping.

I fully intended to be back before he woke up but it seems like my guard dog sensed I was gone. A smile curves my lips as I hurry back towards his room.

I find Dean around the corner, standing in the middle of the hall in just his gown, there’s a small trickle of blood down his arm where he must have torn the IV out, in what I can only assume was his rush to find me. I feel a pang of guilt for leaving him alone and for making him think I’d left him.

The pure fury on his face as he storms past everyone in his way should have me running scared but it has the opposite effect. My nerve endings come to life in anticipation of touching him and a feral need for him overcomes me.

I’m running to him before he ends up assaulting one of the nurses that are trying to calm him down.

My blood pulses as I near him but it’s not from exertion. Dean stands there so tall, his hair a dark mess hanging over his forehead and all the scars on his chest are on display.

My dark protector.

Seeing him like this makes me want to jump onto him and never let go. So that’s what I do.

Dean’s eyes lock with mine, there’s anger burning in them but also fear. I know he’s desperate to drag me out of here, to lock me back up and keep me for himself.

I want that too.

I jump up forcing him to catch me in his arms and his hold on me doesn’t waver. I’m careful to avoid his stitches but he doesn’t seem to care about them as he keeps me held securely to him, his large hands splaying across my back and ass in the most possessive manner.

“I thought you’d—,”

I place a finger to his lips and softly say, “I know, I'm sorry. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere, Dean.”

That seems to calm him down, for now.

His erection prods against me and if we’re not careful everyone will see exactly what’s going on beneath his thin gown. I find myself getting jealous at the thought. He’s mine and I definitely don’t want anyone else seeing his cock. It's bad enough how much skin they can see with the gown hanging off him.

I can sense everyone around us staring and whispering, they’ll probably end up calling security. I whisper into his ear to get him to move, “bed. Now.”

His eyes get even darker, turning into that deadly shade of blue, like the deepest depths of the ocean, ready to swallow me whole. With them locked on mine he carries me back intothe room, kicking the door shut behind us, giving us complete privacy. Before he can toss me onto the bed I say, “lie down.”

As Dean leans back, I straddle him and with the feel of his cock under me I can’t help but grind against him.

“Take your clothes off before I rip them off,” he growls and I bite my lip. I know he wants control and I can’t blame him. He doesn’t seem to understand why I’m still here and I’m not sure exactly how to put my feelings into words, so my being here will have to be enough for now.