Crescent Pack Camp

Cas choked on his sip of wine. He didn’t mind the burn if future sex was a trade to agree to for letting Mingan win this small challenge. “Deal,” he croaked.

Smirking with satisfaction, she finished within seconds. She just wanted to satisfy her pride just as much as she wanted to have fun—innocent or otherwise. With the last swallow of wine, she purred, “I hope what you have in mind will—”

“Stop flirting over there and go to ...