The Crown of Gilded Bones (Blood and..

in the tent. I really needed to stop looking.
And, of course, I found myself looking to where Kieran
and Lyra were. They were kissing now, but her arm still
moved at his hips in a slow rhythm.
“Have I what?”
Pulse thrumming as Cas’s finger slowly plunged in and
out of me as he continued worrying the sensitive flesh, I
gave up on remaining still before I even started to try. I lifted
my hips against his hand as I forced my brain to remember
how to form words. “Have you ever done that? What they’re
doing under the canopy?”
His lips moved down the side of my throat, tugging
gently on the column of my neck. “I have.” He nipped my
flesh, wringing a gasp from me. “Does that bother you?”
Some of the passion faded enough for me to ask, “Why
would it?”
“The pasts of some haunt the future of others,” he said,
his hands stilling.
My brows lowered as my gaze flickered. “You’re over two
hundred years old, Cas. I imagine you’ve done all manner of
things.”
His fingers moved again. “With all manner of people?”
The way he said that made me giggle. “Yes.” Though my
smile faded because I wanted to ask if he’d done that with
Shea. A moment later, I realized that I could simply ask the
question. So, I did.
Casteel kissed my neck. “No, Poppy. We didn’t.”
Surprised, I started to look back at him, but he curled
his finger, hitting a spot inside me that caused my legs to
stiffen and my toes to curl into the blanket. “W-why not?”
“We were friends, and then we were more,” he said, the
tension curling deeper and deeper inside me as my gaze
darted across the fire, the canopies, and the shadows.
Somehow, my focus ended up on Lyra and Kieran. They
were no longer kissing. Lyra’s head was at his waist again,
and his hand was balled in her hair, his hips moving— “But