N. Walters - Quinn's Quest

He was her first, last and only love. She knew that in her heart and decided to take full advantage of their time together.

She climbed onto the bed next to him and placed her hands on his chest. He sucked in a deep breath and his shaft jerked. He was as turned on as she was. It was a powerful feeling to control all this male strength beneath her hands, to know she was the one in charge.

The high from her first shift into her wolf hadn’t worn off yet either and it was heightening all her senses. The sensation would probably dissipate in time, but somehow she thought it might never completely fade away. She couldn’t imagine ever taking something that magical for granted.

She straddled his thighs to make it easier for her to touch him. His muscles were thick slabs that rippled when she touched them. His broad shoulders appeared positively enormous against the plain white sheets.

Her breasts ached for his touch so she grasped his hands with hers and brought them to the tender mounds. “Touch me,” she commanded.

“Whatever you want.” Quinn cupped her breasts, rubbing his thumb over her straining nipples. The heat that had dissipated deep inside her suddenly roared back to life. Moisture gathered between her thighs and her core began to pulse with a growing need to have him inside her once again.

She wanted to reconfirm their mating, but this time she wanted to see his face. There was no time to waste.

She rose up on her knees and leaned into his touch. His hands covered her breasts completely. They were so large and strong, capable of great violence, yet always so gentle with her.

Reaching down, she circled his cock and guided it toward her entrance. As she eased down, the thick head pushed inside. Bethany moaned, loving the way he stretched her snug channel to the limits, bringing her immense pleasure.

She watched him, her eyes never leaving his as she lowered herself the rest of the way. It was harder than she expected. Her inner muscles were still swollen and tender from their last bout of lovemaking.

Quinn gripped her hips. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

His concern sent a flood of moisture from her core and made her heart skip a beat. “You won’t,” she promised.

He nodded and slid his hands back up to her breasts, showing he trusted her to set the pace. He circled the mounds, making her nipples pucker even tighter.

Their joining wasn’t enough. His hands on her body weren’t enough. She needed to kiss him, to feel his lips against hers, to share their breath, the essence of life.

Bethany leaned down and traced his bottom lip with her tongue. He tasted warm and spicy. Masculine. She did the same with his top lip.

His cock swelled inside her, pushing deeper with the change in angle. He wrapped his arms around her and she felt surrounded by his big body and his caring.

His lips parted on a sigh and she teased the inside of his mouth. He groaned. One of his hands slid up her back to cup the back of her head, to hold her steady as he deepened the kiss.

Oh yes, this was what she wanted. Their tongues twined and teased. Their breath mingled. The kiss started out slowly, an exploration. It was like eating good dark chocolate. You wanted to do it slowly to enjoy every taste, every sensation.

Soon, that wasn’t enough. Both of them needed more.

Bethany moaned when Quinn tilted her head to one side to get a better angle. His tongue surged deep. He kissed her like doing so was the most essential thing in his world.

His cock throbbed deep in her core. She wanted to move but didn’t want to stop kissing Quinn. She rubbed her aching nipples against his chest, loving the feel of the crisp hair against them.

He surged upward until they were both sitting upright in bed. His cock pushed inward until there was no way he could go any farther. He was impossibly deep inside her and she knew she’d always remember this special moment. She gripped his shoulders for support as he continued to steal her breath.

She belonged to him and he belonged to her.

Neither of them spoke, unwilling to stop kissing long enough to do so. The moment was beyond words, beyond speech.

Quinn gripped her hips and lifted her slightly before dropping her back down. It was only an inch or two but it was enough to have her inner muscles clamping down on his shaft, begging for release.

He released her mouth and buried his face in the curve of her neck. “Bethany.” Her name was torn from him. His need was hers and hers was his. It was an endless cycle that went up and up and up until there was nowhere else to go.

Her climax started deep in her core and exploded outward, enveloping every cell in her body. She screamed his name, clinging tight to his broad shoulders, letting him anchor her in the sensual storm.

His cock rippled and moisture flooded her sheath. His orgasm sent her spiraling out of control again. Her body shook and shivered, taking a long time to come down from the high.

Quinn eased back down onto the bed, taking her with him. His semi-erect cock slipped from within her. She immediately missed the connection between them.

When she shivered, he gripped one edge of the covers and flipped them over her. It wasn’t perfect but it was enough for now.

He stroked her hair away from her face and she nuzzled his chest, loving the closeness in the aftermath of their lovemaking. She was totally sated and relaxed. The yawn took her by surprise. It was no wonder she was tired. It had been another long day.

“My life changed when Chrissten was kidnapped.”

Bethany stilled, resting her hand over Quinn’s heart. The steady thud was reassuring. She had a bad feeling about what he was about to say, but knew it was useless to try to stop him. Whatever he wanted to tell her, she needed to hear.

Settling more comfortably in his arms, she waited.

Quinn wanted to wallow in the aftermath of their lovemaking. He couldn’t call it sex because it was so much more than that. He loved the feel of her in his arms, warm and trusting. For the first time in his life the restlessness that had always been such a part of him was still and quiet. He was content.

And it was all a lie.

Bethany had to know the truth about him. It shamed him that he hadn’t told her before mating with her. She had no idea what kind of man he was. But it was time to tell her. He couldn’t go on this way.

He wanted to love her and keep her safe for their rest of their lives. But their mating wasn’t real and true because she didn’t know everything about him, about all the blood on his hands, the dark deeds he’d done.

Would she be lying in his arms if she knew?

His grip automatically tightened around her and he made himself relax his hold. He couldn’t keep her if she wanted to go. He couldn’t offer her much of a life right now. He couldn’t settle anywhere and make a home until he had his sister back. That much was a given. Wherever the search took him and for however long it took, he wouldn’t stop. What woman would want to commit to that? His search could go on for years.

He had to tell her the truth.

“My life changed when Chrissten was kidnapped.” He sensed the immediate change in Bethany. Her body was no longer relaxed but tense and alert. She seemed almost resigned to what he was about to say. He wondered what she was thinking.

She was amazing. He was still in awe of how easily she’d made her first change. A lot of half-breeds had trouble that first time. He’d fought it himself when he’d made his first shift into his wolf.

And she was so beautiful in her wolf form, all sleek muscle and thick fur. Delicate. Elegant. Strong. Was it any wonder he wanted her?

His wolf had wanted to howl with pleasure. Only the knowledge that such an act would bring everyone in the place running to the bedroom door allowed him to hold it in. He didn’t want anyone to interrupt his time with Bethany.