“So…how do you know who’s the Alpha?” I burst out laughing before I could stop myself. “What?” Said Cas, annoyed. Still chuckling, I tangled my fingers in his sandy hair, tugging until his head turned to the side. With his cheek on the pillow, we could both have a full view of ourselves in the mirror above my dresser. “Look at you,” I said, half teasing, half reverent. Cas looked absolutely wrecked, eyes dazed as he stared at our reflection: him on all fours, back arched, ass begging to be spread and bred.
