Reaper's Till Death (Devils Rejects MC 3)

He nips at my lips and I push him away. I look both ways down the hall and don’t see anyone. I lift my tee and flash him my boobs. “You’re no Rockstar, but you’ll do.”

“Fuck, you’re sexy,” he growls and pulls me to the elevator.

The door closes, and Quinn is on me.

“I don’t know if I can make it to the room. Need to be inside you, filling that

sweet heat with my cock.”

My fingers stretch to hit the stop button.

“I can’t make it to the room either.”

We do make it to the room but barely.

Quinn throws me on the bed like he is a rabid animal about to devour his prey.

“Do you know how much you mean to me?” he questions, holding my gaze.

I do believe this man is already in love with me, and I confess that I’ve fallen as hard for him.

“I love you, Quinn.” I kiss his lips briefly.

He exhales loudly. “I love you too, sweet ass.”

Our mouths collide, and he pushes my shirt up to give him access to my breasts.

Thick and skillful fingers tease at my nipples. This man drives me wild. Hot and needy kisses are being planted down my throat and along my collarbone, until he reaches one of my tender buds. Sucking the sensitive skin between his teeth he nips and licks until it hardens to a point.

Skimming his fingers down my side until he reaches my boy-short style underwear, Quinn teases me. Rubbing over my crotch, never touching me skin to skin where I want him to.

“I’m gonna devour every inch of you. Going to lick, bite, suck, and fuck every part of you until I leave no place unmarked by me.”

I love it when he talks all dirty and possessive. His voice and words alone are enough to turn me on, but when he takes it slow like this, making me wait, I get off so many times.

Finally, he slides his palm down to where I want him to touch me the most. Cupping my sex, he says, “No one else will ever touch my pussy. Not even you unless I say you can. You belong to me now, Harley. I want my tattoo right here.” He traces his finger along the small strip of hair I have. “It’s gonna say Reaper’s property and I’m going to be the one who marks your skin.”

I know he has been hanging around Boogeyman more since I came back. I guess he is teaching him how to tattoo. “Babe that sounds good an all but are you sure you…” I trail off not wanting to hurt his feelings. It’s just that I’ve seen his handwriting and you need artistic ability to do a good job.

“Been practicing on melons. When we get back I’m going to tat a prospect for practice. I lied and told him he’d earn his patch.” He grins at me as I smack at him.

“You’re terrible.”

“Just crazy about you. Don’t want Boogeyman seeing my pussy to give you your tattoo.” He moves to pull my shorts down and rubs his fingers through my heat. “My girl is so wet for me.”

“Touch me, Quinn.” I wiggle and squirm trying to rub against him.

“Is this what you want?” he looks up at me before capping his mouth over my clit and sucking.

My legs thrash, loving the way he feels. He pushes a finger in, sliding it in and out at a leisurely pace as he flicks my sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue.

“Quinn…”

He looks up at me through lust-filled eyes.

“I want you in my mouth.”

I don’t have to tell him twice. Quinn positions himself so that I can sit on his face, lean forward far enough in a sixty-nine, and pay special attention to his thick erection.