“Spread your legs,” he orders, but even as he says this, he’s working my thighs apart with his knees.
The sudden rip of shredding material heightens my senses, the feel of his hands tearing my panties away deepens the ache in my core. The anticipation for Quinn to enter me is almost painful. My stomach muscles tense, the ache becoming unbearable.
He pulls the black tie still linked around my neck so that it aligns along my spine. He moves down my backside, lingering, massaging. Then he drives a hand under my pelvis and hikes my ass off the bed, his mouth taking me in the same beat. I release a moan at the feel of his tongue darting between my lips and tasting me.
His intense claiming tears at my control. As he takes me deeper, sucking my clit and sinking his tongue inside, my hips undulate to his rhythm, my spread-wide position making each time I thrust my pelvis a dirty act, and I become wetter.
His guttural groan against my flesh sends a jolt skittering over my skin. “More than once,” he says, rearing
back as he slaps his hand against my cheek and grips my skin. He forcefully pulls my back against his chest, both of us breathing fast. “I’ll have you more than once tonight,” he says just as he rests the tip of his cock at my entrance.
I reach behind and clutch his neck, bracing myself against him.
“Are you on—”
“Yes,” I breathe out. “I’m on birth control, and if you don’t fuck me right now I’m going to combust.”
All the permission he needs, Quinn presses his hand against my pelvis and guides me down along this thick shaft. He sinks into me deep, to the hilt, spreading me and filling me all at once.
His groan travels the length of me, curling along my skin, vibrating against my ear. I feel powerful and helpless—an impossible stir of emotions. Desperate to own the strength in this man; desiring to be the one to bring him to his knees, battling with the insufferable desire to submit to him. Needing him to own me and take me in every way.
He backs out only to fill me again. His hips slam against me as I dig my nails into his neck, clinging to him the way his fingers brand my skin as he rocks into me harder each time.
As his thrusts overpower me, I search for purchase. His growl lashes through me as he wraps an arm around my middle and carries me to the head of the bed. I latch on to the headboard, then he’s driving into me with unguarded thrusts, doing just as he promised; touching, kissing, possessing every inch of my body.
He’s at my breast, fingers plucking my nipple until my insides are wound tight and begging for release. His other hand works my clit, sending erotic pulses of pleasure to every nerve ending, my body an over-strung instrument beckoning for the final strum to break me free.
And when I’m there—my moans unrestrained and his name falling liberally—he clasps onto my shoulders and drives his hips up, powerful thrusts slamming me, but I don’t break.
Ethan Quinn is not gentle with me. He doesn’t treat me like a delicate victim who may crack. He gives me exactly what I need, and he doesn’t hold back. And as I meet him there, rocking my hips back into him with every thrust, he releases a harsh curse and pulls me away from the headboard.
It’s the most intoxicating feeling; witnessing Quinn—who’s always in control—lose every bit of his.
He falls across my body, burying himself inside me. His arm hooks under my knee, and he brings my leg up to give him better access to drive as deep as he can—hitting the spot that makes me cry out over and over. I cling to his back, and when his mouth claims mine, his body becomes an unstoppable machine. My muscles gather, binding me with that delicious tension in my belly.
He pulls the tether free and I unfurl, an orgasm tearing through my being and slaying me.
“Jesus—” Quinn releases a string of expletives before his groan follows another long thrust. “You’re fucking killing me…you’re so fucking perfect.” I feel my walls tighten around him just as he grows harder, causing me to clench, and then he sinks his teeth into my neck as his cock pulses deep within me.
I curl my fingers in his hair, my breathing labored. His own hot breaths caress my neck as he settles on top of me. His weight should be uncomfortable—but I crave it. I feel secure beneath him, safe and surrounded by his strength.
But Quinn is ever attentive, and he rolls me on top of him, wrapping his arms around the small of my back. I rest my head on his chest, listening to the rapid beat of his heart, his brisk breathing.
We lie like this for a while, until I’m nearly asleep, his light strokes along my back lulling me into a contented puddle atop him.
“I am in love with you. I should’ve said it before.”
His admission awakens me. Quinn is not the type to give himself to another easily. I feel the depth of his love in the way he holds me. The way he protects me. He doesn’t have to voice it, but I love the sound of his voice as he says the words. I am in love with you. “I’m in love with you.”
He holds me tighter. “No one will ever hurt you again.”
I lift up and prop my chin on his chest. “I’m always safe with you.”
We’re skirting all the things that really need to be said. What will happen when the Alpha is set free. When he fulfills his threat and exposes me; testing my loyalty to Sadie and to Quinn…when all I want is to protect both equally from any pain.
I guess those things are understood. We’ll face them when we face them. But Quinn does ask one question before we allow the night to be our sanctuary once again.
“If it comes down to it—” his eyes stare into mine “—would you really take the blame for Wells?”