Lysa's pov
"Jason!"
I watched through half-lidded eyes as Noah's expression transformed from casual amusement to something approaching alarm.
But before Noah could intervene, Jason released me, pulling back slowly. His eyes were completely dark, pupils blown so wide there was barely any color left.
"Dude, what the hell?" Jensen's voice had lost all its playful teasing.
Jason didn't respond. He just sat there, his breathing harsh and uneven, his hands clenched into fists against his thighs like he was physically restraining himself from reaching for me again.
I touched my collarbone tentatively, feeling the dampness where his mouth had been, the slight tenderness where his teeth had pressed.
When I pulled my fingers away, there was no blood, no pain, but I knew withou
