He’d thought a lot about her situation. Maybe he was taking advantage of her during this chaotic time in her life. Maybe he didn’t deserve a female as fine as Bethany, not with the long months of blood and betrayal he’d been forced to live. But he knew if he didn’t claim her, one of the other males would. Quinn also knew he’d kill whoever touched her. She was his.
His wolf howled within him in agreement. He was the male for her. The one who would release her inner wolf. He longed to see what she would look like in her wolf form. In his mind he could already see her, sleek with thick brown fur and utterly gorgeous.
She whimpered beneath him and he nipped at the sensitive curve of her throat. She responded immediately, tipping her hips up to meet his pelvis. His cock ached to be inside her.
He wanted to make this good for her. To make it right. He’d felt her panic and had grabbed on to the one chance he had to claim her. He’d lied and told her he’d let her go when this was over, that he wouldn’t hold her to their mating.
It was all a ploy to gain time. If he loved her long and hard enough maybe she’d come to love him and stay with him. It struck him suddenly that he wanted a life with her, a future, and maybe someday a family. He wanted his sister and brother to be a part of that.
Bethany’s nails raked down his back, lightly scoring his skin. The erotic caress made every other thought disappeared. All that remained was his need to claim his woman. This woman. Bethany Morris. His mate.
He sat back on his heels between her spread thighs and let his eyes take in every delectable inch of her. Yes, he’d seen her naked before, but this was different. This was a mating. A claiming. He was about to make her his.
She took his breath away she was so lovely with her heart-shaped face, her straight nose and firm, determined chin. Then there were her eyes. He adored her them. They were so expressive and warm and tipped with long dark lashes. And her mouth… He almost groaned aloud. He knew he’d never get enough of those full lips. If he closed his eyes he could still see them stretched around his cock. Oh yeah, he loved her mouth.
He had to touch her so he cupped her firm breasts in his hands and ran his thumbs over her distended nipples. She moaned and arched her back, pushing the mounds deeper into his hands. Her reaction to his touch was enthralling. She held nothing back, giving him everything.
Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed. She was lost in the sea of sensations swamping her. Heat rolled off her in waves. They were both sweating. Beads of perspiration formed on her forehead. She parted her lips and moaned again.
Quinn growled with satisfaction and lowered his head. He licked her breasts, dragging his tongue over the pert buds. She tangled her fingers in his head and pulled him closer.
Satisfaction settled deep inside him. This was right. This was destiny. They belonged together.
He nuzzled the valley between her breasts, inhaling her musky smell. Her skin was hot, almost uncomfortably so. She was whimpering now.
“It hurts.” Her whisper was low, almost nonexistent, but he heard it. He would always hear her.
The thought of her being in pain was abhorrent to him. With regret, he relinquished her breasts. She was so responsive he wanted to spend time playing with them. He gave them one final squeeze and began to kiss his way down her stomach.
Due to her imprisonment, she was thin. Or maybe she’d always tended to be slender. He realized he didn’t know. There was so much he didn’t know about her. So much she didn’t know about him.
Would she still want him if she knew there was so much blood on his hands?
“Quinn?”
When Bethany said his name, he realized he was crouched over her, his body still.
He glanced up to find her staring at him with concern in her pretty hazel eyes. “Don’t stop. Please.”
No way could he stop now. “I won’t,” he promised. He was an idiot. One who was slowly driving himself crazy. There was no time to think about the past. No time for regrets. The opportunity for talking had come and gone. Bethany was here now and she needed him. Nothing else mattered.
He’d tell her the truth after. If she wanted nothing to do with him after that he’d let her go. Or, at least, he prayed he had the strength to do so.
He nibbled a path down her slender ribcage, pausing when he reached her navel. The slight indent drew him and he flicked his tongue over it.
Her whimper of pleasure was music to his ears. He wanted to make her happy, to satisfy every craving, every need she had.
Her hips were slender but slightly curved, and he cupped them in his hands and lifted them, bringing her pussy toward his mouth. God, she smelled good. Sweet and spicy. Like honey and cinnamon. Delicious.
He had to taste her.
He lapped at her slick folds, shocked at how wet she already was. She cried out his name when he found her clit. The little bud was peeking outside of its protective hood. He flicked it gently and Bethany grabbed him by his head and tugged him closer.
He laughed, loving how she wasn’t afraid to show him what she wanted. Her essence filled his mouth, his nostrils. He knew then he’d never get enough of her as long as he lived.
He cradled her butt with one hand and slipped two fingers into her snug channel. They slid in with no problem, eased by her wetness. Her inner muscles constricted around her fingers and her entire body jerked.
A low, broken cry fell from her lips as she came apart in his hands. Her orgasm went on and on and he milked it for all it was worth. When she finally sighed, he released her, sat back on his heels and wiped his mouth.
She was totally relaxed. Her skin was flushed and a slight smile curved her lips. She was the most beautiful creature he’d ever laid eyes on.
As if she sensed his stare, she opened her eyes and looked at him. She licked her lips and he couldn’t stifle his groan. Now that she’d been satisfied, he was fully aware of his raging hard-on. His cock was fully erect, the bulbous head seeping liquid.
Bethany’s gaze fell to his erection and she licked her lips again. He almost came on the spot. He dug his fingers into his thighs and the pain helped to steady him.
She spread her legs slightly and opened her arms. “Come to me?”
“Are you sure?” He couldn’t believe he was even asking.
Before she could answer, a wave of lust rolled over them both. It emanated from inside Bethany but he felt it as if it had come from inside him. It was powerful, sweeping away words and thoughts. Heat surged through him and his dick throbbed painfully.
He knew there was no stopping. Her sexual longing would continue to crest time and again until she was satisfied. He wasn’t doing either of them any favors by waiting.
Quinn was panting hard, his vision gone blurry as a bead of sweat rolled into his eye. He grabbed his dick and had to grit his teeth as he guided the tip to her slick opening. It was a tight fit. The delicate tissue of her sheath was tender and swollen.
He pushed past the initial resistance and stopped, gasping for breath. “Take it easy, babe.” Bethany was thrashing about on the bed and he was forced to hold her shoulders down. The action pushed him a little deeper.
He swore under his breath and forged the rest of the way in, not stopping until he was buried to his balls. Her channel rippled around his cock, tightening, grasping.
It was heaven and hell all rolled into one.
He pulled back and then surged forward again. Bethany cried out, undulating her hips. He reached between her thighs and found her clit, stroking it with his finger.
She climaxed. It was so unexpected it sent him over the edge. He gripped her hips and held her to him, wanting to be as deep as he could get. Semen flowed from him into her pussy, bathing the swollen tissues.
The human part of him worried about unprotected sex. Not because they could catch any diseases. He knew he was safe and would bet anything she was, too, which was irrelevant since werewolves weren’t susceptible to such things. But he was worried she might get pregnant, even though the possibility was remote. It was too soon and it would tie her to him. He didn’t want her to stay with him because she felt she had to. He wanted her to stay because she wanted to.