N. Walters - Quinn's Quest

His hands were large and firm on her shoulders as he drew her upward. “You have too many clothes on.”

Now that he mentioned it, her clothing was making her skin itch something fierce. Just being around him seemed to have raised her core temperature. She started to sweat.

She yanked off her fleece and tossed it aside. Her top and bra followed. Naked from the waist up, she let him look his fill. His pale blue eyes weren’t icy cold as they often were, but filled with heat and need.

Bethany arched her back, wanting him to like what he saw.

There was no warning. No hint that the volcano stirring inside him was about to blow. One second he was patiently watching her, the next her back was against the nearest wall and he was devouring her mouth.

Blood pumped through her veins like lava, slow and thick then faster and hotter. Their teeth clinked as they tried to get closer. She couldn’t get near enough to him to suit her. But she tried. Oh, how she tried, rubbing her chest against his, gripping his muscular shoulders, pressing her pelvis against his.

He still wore his shirt and it blocked her access to his flesh. She tore at the fabric. A ripping sound split the air. Quinn leaned back long enough to yank his shirt off and toss it aside.

She made a low purring sound in her throat as all that prime masculine flesh came into view. She stroked her palms over his chest, enjoying the heavy beat of his heart against her hand, feeling the strong, supple muscles ripple beneath her fingers.

His cock pressed hard against her belly, a vivid reminder of what she really wanted.

She shoved at his chest and he took a half step back. His blond hair was tousled, his eyes narrowed. The predator lurking inside him was close to the fore. She could see it in his eyes, sense it in the way he watched her, his eyes narrowed, his gaze focused. If she ran, he’d chase her down.

It was appalling. It was sexy as hell.

Her entire body pulsed with growing need. Her unbound breasts felt heavy and overly sensitive. She sank to her knees in front of him. He growled as she cupped his testicles, rolling them gently in her palm. He sounded like the wolf he was.

Primal. Elemental. Alive.

She had to taste him. Leaning forward, she blew gently on the damp crown. His cock jerked and liquid seeped from the tip.

Strong fingers tangled in her hair and he guided her closer. She avoided the flared head, instead licking his hard length from just beneath the crown all the way down to the base. His musky smell surrounded her. His spicy taste coated her tongue. She’d been wrong. He was better than chocolate. More addictive. Her inner muscles clenched with need and her jeans grew uncomfortably tight.

“Bethany.” She loved the way he said her name. Impatient now. Her scalp stung slightly as he tried to tug her where he wanted her to be. Since it was what she wanted, she gave in to his maneuvering.

She parted her lips and took him in. He was so big he stretched her mouth wide open. He was hot and salty. She rubbed her tongue over the slit at the top, savoring the taste of him.

She shifted closer and rubbed her breasts against the soft fabric of his jeans, loving the way it made her nipples tighten even more.

“Fuck, yeah.” Quinn’s hips pumped back and forth as his cock slid in and out of her mouth, going deeper and deeper with each stroke. She took as much of him as she could, wishing she could take all of him. His breathing hitched and then quickened.

Wrapping her arms around his hips, she held on. She needed his closeness, this sense of belonging, even if it wasn’t real, even if it only lasted a short while.

After several long minutes, he eased her head back and she reluctantly released him. His cock was heavy and wet from her mouth. The crown glistened. She licked her lips.

“I don’t want to come. Not yet.” His voice was rough but his touch was gentle as he pulled her to her feet and kissed her. The salty taste of his cock and the heat of his mouth intermingled, sending a flash of heat to her pussy. She lifted her right leg and wrapped it around his hips, trying to angle her pelvis closer to his thick shaft.

Her back hit the wall with a thud. The cool surface felt good against her heated skin.

His fingers speared through her hair and he held her head securely as he ate at her lips. He kissed her, leaving no spot of her mouth unexplored. When he finally tore his lips away, he didn’t stop kissing her. His mouth skimmed her cheekbones and over the line of her jaw before sliding down her neck. He nibbled at her collarbone and then dragged his tongue over the space between her breasts.

She could barely breathe. She wanted him to touch her breasts. She wanted his cock buried between her thighs. She wanted it hard and fast.

It was crazy how badly she wanted him. She didn’t care what he did to her as long as he took her. Here. Now.

The animalistic urges flowed through her, overpowering her human worries and concerns. If he tossed her facedown on the bed and claimed her, she wouldn’t object. Wouldn’t care. Not as long as it was Quinn.

Any other male she’d fight tooth and nail.

And somehow that made it easier to accept the foreign sensations flooding through her. Her senses were keener. Her skin was more sensitive. His callused fingertips on her breasts were heaven. His thumbs grazing her nipples were divine.

“Harder,” she gasped.

He obliged, but instead of using his fingers, he used his mouth. Hot, moist heat enveloped her right nipple. Sharp white teeth tugged gently on the nub. Bethany groaned and wiggled, trying to get nearer to him. Her fingernails dug into his thick shoulders as she urged him closer.

He dropped to his knees and covered her stomach in open-mouthed kisses before dipping his tongue into her navel. The light caress tickled and she laughed in spite of the sense of urgency rushing through her.

She didn’t stop him when he reached for the fastening of her jeans. He quickly undid them and dragged the denim and her panties down her thighs. There was no finesse as he yanked the jeans and her underwear off, taking her socks and shoes with them.

When she was naked, Quinn parted her slick folds with his fingers and licked, his tongue snaking over her hot, swollen flesh before dipping into her core.

Bethany moaned and her hips undulated toward him. She was grateful for the support of the wall behind her, otherwise she’d have slid down until her butt hit the floor. Her legs trembled and her knees were like jelly.

Quinn gave her one final flick with his tongue and surged to his feet. He was breathing heavily, his eyes narrowed, his jaw tight. He cupped her ass in his hands and lifted her easily, showing her once again just how strong he was. It shouldn’t surprise her. After all, he was a werewolf and even a half-breed had the strength of several human men.

He spread her thighs and the broad head of his penis pressed against her opening. This was what she wanted. What she needed.

“Bethany?”

His hoarse whisper surprised her. She thought they were long past talking.

“Tell me this is what you want.” He leaned forward until their foreheads were touching. His breath was hot on her cheek. She clung to his neck and shoulders for support. He was strong and noble and, for the moment, hers.

“I want you.” She slid her hands upward until she was cupping his face. She loved his eyes, the intensity of him, the strength. She wanted it all. “You and only you.” She wanted him to know this was special and not just an act of biology. She’d rather be alone with her body’s aching needs than to have any other male but Quinn with her.

His eyes never left hers as he pushed inward, past the natural resistance of her body. She was so wet, so ready for him. He slid in easily in spite of his size.