*A/N – Thank you for the continuing reviews. You all really keep me motivated to make time to keep the chapters coming. I updated the summary a bit to try to more accurately capture the story.
Finally the reason this story has the M rating. Enjoy!
Crowley just remained perfectly still hands still on her wrists holding her to him. He could easily tap into the bond or into her thoughts, but there was something more … fulfilling about making Thea squirm. Although, he needed to tread very carefully on both fronts. Thea was very clever, and as much as everyone underestimated the Winchesters, Cas was much, much more intelligent than everyone gave him credit for. After all, how else would a mid level angel have managed to stand up to one of the arch angels and all the rest. Not that there was anything wrong with climbing the corporate ladder – so to speak. However, he needed to tread very, very, carefully or Cas was sure to figure it all out before the time was right. He didn't feel like an extended vacation right now. He had other plans, it was time to stop dancing around the inevitable.
Turning his attention back to Thea, she was still intently studying his jacket. His new tailor would be pleased. However, they had unfinished business. Pulling her to his chest he just held her there. They had been playing cat and mouse for just long enough. Shifting slightly, he put one arm around her shoulders so that she couldn't pull away.
Thea felt trapped. She felt the tingle the moment Crowley touched her again. Of course it couldn't have been a fluke or just in her head. There was really no way that she was going to convince him that he didn't affect her at all now. And this just seconds after what ever was going on with the fallen angel, she just couldn't help feeling just the tiniest bit like she was really, truly and hopelessly way over her head.
Enveloped in Crowley's arms, Thea was suddenly very nervous. She could feel his eyes on her, studying her and she was running out of excuses. She had a sneaking suspicion that they would not get interrupted this time. However, there was a small voice in the back of her mind that wondered if that would be a bad thing.
"Is there something on my jacket, kitten?" Crowley purred, his voice dangerously raspy.
She could feel the vibrations in his chest and was reminded of exactly how thin her green top was. Not able to stall any longer, she looked up into his eyes and slowly shook her head. She took a quick breath to speak and before she could his lips were on hers. The kiss was gentle at first, as Crowley expertly teased and explored her lips. He didn't push the kiss to fast. Thea began to relax, she hadn't realized that she was tensed up. Very gradually, Crowley deepened the kiss. Letting go of her wrist, Thea took the opportunity to snuggle closer. All thoughts of running again, gone for the moment. Finally when Thea thought that the kiss was going to go on forever, he broke the kiss.
Breathing heavily, Thea was unable to resist when Crowley spun them around and she and felt the smoothness of the counter against her back. Reaching up, he buried his hand in her hair as the other caressed her outer thigh. Pressing her back into the island, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Thea had to work to suppress a moan as he hit the sensitive spot on her neck that he had discovered just as they were interrupted last night. Feeling him smile against her skin, she realized that he knew exactly what he was doing.
Thea felt him slowly caress her arm and felt the skin go goose pimply.
"This is your last chance to say stop." His voice was a low purr that sent shivers up her spine as he spoke softly into her ear. Thea struggled to clear her head, did she want to do this? The man was walking evil, dangerous and clever. He was also interesting and honest when it suited him. Manipulative to a fault, she was unsure how far to trust him. After all, she was still certain that there was something he was not telling her and she was not going to stop digging until she figured it out.
Yet, she was damn tired of being proper and correct and, and … so good. It has been so long since she and Gaven had even touched each other. Ugh, Gaven, there was a bucket of ice water on her mood. The though of him also made her decision, she wanted, no needed, to erase the memory of him.
Decision made, Thea met Crowley's eyes and very slightly nodded. That was all it took. In the time it took to blink, Thea had been lifted up to sit on the island and Crowley was kissing her with a need so deep that it took her breath away. Warm hands massaged her thighs and she could feel the toned body between them along with evidence of his arousal. Wrapping her legs around his back, Thea returned the kiss with equal intensity. Suddenly she tasted the distinctive taste of blood, Crowley pulled back and inspected her now very swollen lips. Very softly, he brushed them with his fingers and wiped up blood where he had bitten her lip in the heat of the moment. Thea felt a slight tingle where he had bitten her and then nothing.
Keeping eye contact, Crowley shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it behind him. Resuming where they left off, Thea felt his warm hands slide up under her top and cup her breasts. He began to knead them gently and she felt her body react as her nerves woke up and shot increasing awareness throughout her body. Feeling her body respond, she moaned. Suddenly, Thea heard fabric tearing and Crowley's mouth was on the outside of her bra covering her left breast as he continued kneading her right one. Unable to do much except hold on, Thea threw her arms around his neck, closed her eyes and arched her back, giving the best possible access.
Feeling the cool air on her skin, she opened her eyes to find that Crowley had deftly removed her bra and it had joined his jacket and her ruined shirt on the floor behind them. Unable to help herself, Thea dug her nails into his shoulders and was rewarded with a low groan. Pressing her advantage, she raked her nails down his back and was rewarded by a loud growl as she was pushed back and her wrists captured in a vice like grip. Thea found herself on her back on top of the island with Crowley looming over her. The look in his eyes was positively feral. Pinning her arms to her sides, he just looked her up and down like she was dinner and he was a starving man.
Kneeling down he released her wrists and slid her yoga pants and panties off with no resistance. Realizing that she was now nude and he was still essentially fully clothed, Thea felt slightly uncomfortable. However, she soon forgot that thought and anything else as Crowley settled between her legs and began to kiss her inner thighs as he trailed his fingers across her neatly groomed mound. Pulling her legs over his shoulders, he began to lick and suck her clit and Thea's world narrowed down to three things: his mouth, tongue and hands. It didn't take long before she felt her body begin to tense up and tremble. Crowley stopped before the tension broke and Thea just lay there panting and shaking with need.
Rising up on shaky arms Thea watched Crowley as he undressed quickly and revealed a well-toned body. Not overly muscular, there was a leanness of the muscle that was pleasing to the eye. A smattering of dark hair started on his chest and narrowed as it led down to what he had apparently sold his soul for. Lips quirking in amusement, Crowley watched her watching him and moved forward quickly. There was no time to ponder anything else as he entered her in one swift movement and held still for a moment to allow her to adjust to him.
Crowley set a rhythm that was slow as he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, it was driving Thea crazy. Moving her hips, she tried to entice him to quicken the pace. She was rewarded with a moan from him as he gripped her hips with bruising force and began to speed up. Wrapping her legs more tightly around his lean hips, she matched him thrust for thrust. She could feel the tension building again and knew it would not be long before she went over the edge. Finally, with a hard thrust Thea came and a her spasms caused Crowley to follow suit.
For several minutes, they lay there panting and sweaty. Then Crowley transported them to Thea's bedroom, which was thankfully empty. He would not have put it past the Winchesters to go snooping around. After a long shower where they went for another round, Crowley masked his presence and watched over her now sleeping form. Sitting in one of the chairs by the unlit fireplace, he pondered many things. Lost in his thoughts, he almost was surprised by the door opening slowly.