N. Walters - Quinn's Quest

She knew she should push him away. This was no time for her to become sexually involved with a man who was little more than a stranger to her. Just because she’d listened to Chrissten talking about him for days on end didn’t mean she really knew him.

Problem was Quinn didn’t feel like a stranger. He felt extremely familiar and very solid in a world gone mad.

He continued kissing her and the rest of the world faded away, leaving them alone, cocooned in their bed. She forgot her resolve to get up, her need to leave. Nothing mattered more than kissing Quinn.

She strained, wanting more from him. More contact. More heat.

Passion.

Her skin was slick with perspiration. The nightgown, which was such a comfort the night before, was now a hindrance, a barrier between her and what she wanted.

Bethany placed her hands on Quinn’s shoulders, loving the flex and play of his muscles beneath her palms. He was so alive. But there was also a heavy darkness around him, within him. She longed to soothe whatever pain he carried.

Which was totally crazy. This wasn’t about love or a long-term meaningful relationship. This was about sex. Pure and simple. This was nothing more than biology pushing her to be with a man. He was just as much a slave to his libido as she was. It was the way nature had made them.

But she didn’t care. Not when Quinn’s mouth was pressing down on hers, his tongue sliding inside to tease and tempt. She clasped the back of his head and dragged him even closer, and his rumble of pleasure set her pulse pounding.

She whimpered when his hand skimmed over the curve of her breast. He pushed his hand below the neckline of the nightgown, shoving it out of his way. His fingers were callused and rough against her skin and she loved it. He dragged his thumb over the puckered tip, drawing a deep groan.

Oh, this was lovely. Better than that. It was exquisite. She couldn’t get enough of his touch.

Quinn drew back and stared down at her. His lips were moist and his blond hair was tousled where she’d dragged her fingers through it. “Are you sure?”

Was she sure? No, she wasn’t. But she wanted him anyway.

“I won’t claim you.” He skimmed his fingers over her jawline. The tender gesture made her want him even more. She’d never met anyone like Quinn. He was incredibly strong, yet he was so gentle with her. “Not a permanent claim. But I want to touch you, to feel your skin against mine. I want to take you slowly, to sink my cock into your hot pussy.”

Her inner muscles contracted. The erotic picture he was painting with his words mesmerized her. No man had ever said such things to her. And he wasn’t done yet.

“Then I want to take you hard and fast, driving into you over and over until you scream my name as you come.”

She could barely breathe, let alone speak. But she managed one word. “Yes.”

She could have died at any point these past few weeks. It was a miracle she was even alive. She was a half-breed werewolf and so was he. Quinn understood her far better than any other man ever had.

She was attracted to his strength and his sense of loyalty to his family. The fact that he looked like sex on a stick didn’t hurt either. The man pushed all her buttons without even trying. She’d been turned on since the moment she’d first laid eyes on him.

There was something about him that called to her. Her biology was pushing her hard, driving her to mate. Probably any male werewolf would do in this situation.

No. Something inside her rebelled and she knew it wasn’t true. There were other unattached males here. She’d met them all. But none of them revved her internal engine. Made her want them. Not the way Quinn did. She could look at them and think they were handsome, maybe even feel mild arousal. But when she looked at Quinn everything inside her exploded.

She should be scared out of her mind by the sensations, but right now, she didn’t care. She wanted to feel alive. She wanted to celebrate life.

Quinn didn’t waste time talking. He swooped down and captured her lips in a torrid kiss. Here was the passion, the claiming she’d expected earlier. He tasted like rich, dark chocolate spiced with hot sauce.

She tried to wrap her leg around his hip but her nightgown got in the way. Quinn felt her struggles and drew back. “Let’s get this off you.”

Bethany helped him drag the cotton garment over her head. He tossed it aside and stared down at her. She fought the urge to cover herself with her hands. Dawn hadn’t broken yet, but there was more than enough light from the streetlamp to allow him to see. Not that he needed the light. He was a half-breed werewolf, like her. He would have exceptional night vision, probably even better than hers because he was already able to change into his wolf form. His senses had been fully integrated.

“You are beautiful.” His voice was hoarse with arousal and she could feel the hard throb of his cock against her hip.

She smiled at him. The world would intrude soon enough. This was their time out of time. And Bethany planned to make the most of it.

His facial features were strong, almost harsh. His chin was firm, his nose straight and his forehead high. She loved his eyes. They were pale blue and should have been cold. Could be icy. She’d seen them turn that way when he’d been hunting for his sister. She much preferred them this way, warm and inviting as a summer’s day.

He lowered his head, but it wasn’t her mouth her sought. Not this time. He lapped at the tip of one breast before moving to the other. She arched her back as pure white lightning shot from her nipple to her sex, offering him whatever he wanted. Urging him to take whatever he needed.

Her blood was thick as syrup as it slowly flowed through her body and pooled between her legs. He blew on one of her nipples. The combination of his warm breath on her damp skin made her moan.

She’d had sex before. Other men had touched her breasts, put their mouths to them. But it had never brought anything other than mild pleasure. This was off the charts.

Quinn moved down her body, his tongue and mouth licking and tasting her, leaving no spot untouched. He stroked over her ribcage, the curve of her waist. She laughed when his tongue tickled her bellybutton. All laughter ceased when he nuzzled her pubic hair.

He shifted, moving between her legs, spreading them with his broad shoulders.

“Quinn?” Uncertainty ate at the edges of her arousal. No man had ever done this for her before.

“Shh,” he soothed. His hands were warm on her upper thighs as he held her open for his inspection. “Your pussy is so pretty. Hot and pink and swollen with need.”

Bethany just about swallowed her tongue. Quinn was earthy and raw and didn’t shy away from his desires, from what he wanted.

“No one…” She swallowed hard and made herself push past her normal reticence. “No man has ever looked at me the way you are.”

The corners of his mouth moved upward until he was wearing a pleased male smile. “Is that so?” He leaned forward and kissed her pubic bone. “I’m honored to be the first.”

Before she could think of what to say next, his mouth was on her and he used his clever tongue to stroke over her slick folds. He traced every crevice, every curve, and the sounds of pleasure he made as he did so sent her temperature soaring.

She arched her hips, wanting more. This was delicious. Heaven. He found her clit and sucked on it. Bethany almost came off the bed. Her cry of bliss echoed around the room.

“That’s it,” he crooned. “Take what I want to give you.”

Bethany didn’t think she had much choice in the matter. Her body was out of control. It no longer belonged to her but to Quinn. Her skin was on fire with a deep-seated longing that only he could quench.