N. Walters - Quinn's Quest

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.

The werewolf part of him knew this was what she needed. It was the only thing that would help ease the cravings within her.

He’d never had unprotected sex with another woman. It felt incredible. Real. Raw. He wanted to thump his fists against his chest and howl. Bethany was his woman.

But he hadn’t fully claimed her. Not yet.

He reached down and pushed aside a lock of her straight brown hair. It was soft between his fingers. Silky. Her eyes were half-closed and slumberous. She looked like a well-satisfied woman.

“How are you feeling?”

“Hmmm.”

He smiled, liking the fact she couldn’t form words yet.

From one second to the next everything changed. A blast of heat hit him so hard he almost fell backward. Bethany cried out, her brow knit with pain. “Why doesn’t it stop?”

He gritted his teeth, knowing the answer. “There’s only one way to make it stop, sweetheart.”

He eased his cock out of her pussy. It wasn’t easy. Her body didn’t want to release him and he was still hard and ready. It should have been impossible, but it wasn’t. He was more than ready to go again.

She reached for him, but he grabbed her hands and held them. “I have to get out of you so you can turn over.” Either his words or his tone got through to her because she stopped fighting him, allowing him to finally slip from her.

He didn’t waste any more time. There was obviously only one way to end this. He flipped Bethany onto her stomach and then pulled her up until she was balancing on her hands and knees.

He made a place for himself between her legs, using his knees to push them farther apart. This was it. Once he did this both of their lives would be changed forever.

He’d never thought about having a mate, a woman of his own. His focus, his entire life had been built around survival. And that had been enough for him. Until he’d met Bethany.

Her spine was long and slender. Her ass supple and heart-shaped. She was absolute perfection. He leaned forward and dropped a trail of kisses down the center of her back.

His cock slipped between her thighs and rubbed against her pussy. She moaned and stroked herself over his hard shaft. His balls drew up close to his body.

Inside him his wolf howled. His senses heightened. His vision grew sharper. Gripping the base of his shaft, he guided the tip toward her pink opening. She was so wet. So hot.

He pushed the head of his cock inside her and the inner muscles of her sheath closed around it. He swore and slammed home, thrusting the rest of his penis deep. She took him easily, as if she’d been made for him.

And maybe she had been. She fit him like a wet leather glove, soft and silky and tight.

He reached around her and cupped her breasts. Her nipples bore into his palms. Bethany moaned and pushed back. Quinn started to move.

Bethany lost herself. There was no other way to describe it. Heat enveloped her. Lust swamped her. Sexual longings controlled her. She was more animal than human.

She wanted. She needed. She had to have Quinn.

From the first touch of his hands on her breasts she was lost. He played her body like a master. His fingers probing, his tongue setting fire to her most sensitive flesh.

She’d come twice already. It had given her only momentary release. Instead of being allowed to wallow in her sexual release, the sensations flooding through her had only grown more intense, more demanding.

She was out of her mind with need.

Bethany could feel her wolf inside her, practically clawing to get out. It was both scary and exhilarating.

By the time Quinn rolled her over onto her stomach and helped her up onto her hands and knees she was more than ready for him to claim her. She needed his thick cock driving into her pussy, filling her, driving her over the edge. This time would be different.

But more than that, she needed Quinn. She wanted the emotional closeness, the connection with him that went beyond the physical sensations battering them both.

He spoke to her, his words lost in her haze of sexual desire. But the tone reached her. She felt his lips against her spine, tender and caring. Then his cock plowed into her hard and deep and everything reached a flashpoint.

His hands were firm as he held her breasts. The feel of his callused palms against her nipples brought her some relief. But it wasn’t enough and they both knew it.

Quinn withdrew until his cock was almost fully out of her. Then he slammed inward. Her inner muscles rippled and clutched. Her essence coated her channel and his shaft, a mixture of her cream and his seed where he’d already come once inside her.

The smell of sex permeated the air. Bethany could distinguish the musky scent of sex, the salt from their skin, the lavender soap she’d used in her shower earlier as well as the sandalwood soap Quinn had used.

She inhaled deeply, pulling it into her lungs.

Quinn withdrew and thrust deep again. She clutched at the comforter beneath her hands, gripping the material with all her might. Even the air flowing over her skin was hot, like a million fingers caressing her sensitive skin.

With each stroke, Quinn seemed to grow larger inside her. It got harder for him to forge into her and he changed tactics. Going from long strokes to short, fast ones.

He tugged at her distended nipples, drawing a groan of pleasure from her. For a woman who’d never been interested in sex, she’d certainly tapped into that part of herself.

One of Quinn’s hands dropped from her breast and went to the notch of her thighs. He found her clit and stroked it. Once. Twice. That’s all it took. Her orgasm struck with the force of a hurricane, sweeping away everything in its path.