The Crown of Gilded Bones (Blood and..

I tipped toward him. “I know that you do care, though.
You love your parents. You haven’t seen them in the gods
know how long, and you haven’t had a chance to talk to
either of them under any normal circumstances. Go talk to
your father, Cas. I’m fine.”
“Cas.” He bit down on his bottom lip as he planted his
fists on the bed and bent over. “I’ve changed my mind
about you calling me that.”
“You have?” I lowered my glass.
He nodded as he leaned in, brushing his lips across
mine. “Because hearing you say it makes me want to get
my mouth between your thighs again, and that need is quite
distracting.”
Heat flooded my veins. “Sounds like that’s your
problem.” I grinned. “Cas.”
“Gods,” he said, the word rumbling out of him. He
kissed me quickly, nipping at my bottom lip as he withdrew.
Kieran appeared in the archway as Casteel straightened.
He’d changed since he left us, having donned fawn-colored
breeches and a sleeveless, white dress shirt that he had
tucked in. “Did you actually get some rest, or did you spend
hours asking Cas question after question?”
“I slept,” I told him as I plucked a chocolate-glazed
strawberry from the tray. “After asking a few questions.”
“A few?” Kieran snorted.
“Yes, only—” Words failed me as Casteel caught my
wrist. He lifted my hand, closing his mouth over my finger.
A wicked trill flooded my veins. His tongue swirled over
my skin, catching the melting chocolate. Air caught in my
throat as the edge of his fang pricked my skin when he drew
back. I felt the languid tug of his mouth all the way through
me.
The gold of his eyes turned to a heated honey. “Tasty.”
Tension coiled deep inside me as I stared at him. A
wolfish half-grin appeared.