N. Walters - Quinn's Quest

He breathed in her lovely scent once more and then carefully placed the pillow back in its place.

He’d find her if it was the last thing he ever did. And then he’d kill the bastard that had taken her.

Bethany stood in the shower, letting the hot water flow over her. Her skin was still sensitive and each droplet felt like a hot stroke, making her nerve endings tingle. The water also hid the tears that rolled down her cheeks. They hadn’t found Chrissten and the attempt had almost cost Quinn his life. If the other werewolf hadn’t backed off Quinn could have been seriously hurt or killed. They were half-breeds, not purebloods.

The violence of the fight between the two wolves had shaken her to her core. It had been brutal and efficient, each trying to kill the other. This was no game, but a deadly battle where both strived to be the only one standing at the end, the undisputed victor. She shivered and rubbed her hands over her arms.

Was this what she had to look forward to for the rest of her life? Would she always be looking over her shoulder to see if some creature or mad scientist or bounty hunter was after her?

She raised her face to the spray and let it wash away her tears. At least she was safe and alive. That was more than Chrissten had.

A draft wafted over her skin and she felt someone step into the shower behind her. Quinn . She knew he’d seek her out, but she wasn’t sure she was ready to face him yet.

It was hard to act nonchalant and adult about their relationship. When he’d been attacked she’d realized just how much she loved him. She could handle the less than pleasant aspects of her new life if she had Quinn beside her.

But he was apparently only temporary. Once this was over they’d probably both go their opposite ways. After all, he’d mated her to help her and because he wanted her, not because he loved her.

Large hands rested on her shoulders. “How are you doing?”

That should be her line. “I’m fine. You?”

“Yeah.”

How stilted the conversation was between them. She didn’t like it but didn’t know how to change it. She turned to face him and her attention immediately went to his arm. She knew he’d been hurt, but she hadn’t seen how badly since he’d wrapped his shirt around the wound on the ride home.

But he was naked now and it was easy to see the six-inch gash on his upper arm. The ends had already begun to knit together thanks to the fast-healing genes of his werewolf heritage, but it still looked red and inflamed.

“Oh, Quinn.” She reached for his arm and maneuvered it so the hot spray hit it, cleansing away the dried blood.

“It’s really okay, Bethany. Just a scratch.”

“This time,” she countered.

He sighed and grabbed the cake of soap out of the dish and began to wash. “What would you have me do? Give up the search for my sister? Run instead of fight?”

She shook her head. “No.” Running away wasn’t in his nature. He’d keep searching for Chrissten no matter how long it took to find her. That was one of the things she loved about him. To those he loved, Quinn was loyal to the bone.

He soaped his chest and under his arms. Bubbles combined with water and the mixture ran down his abs, groin and legs.

Heat rushed through Bethany with the speed of an avalanche. The feeling was sudden and all consuming. She bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning.

Quinn jerked his head toward her and his shaft stirred. He slowly rubbed the soap between his hands, getting them nice and lathered before he dumped the wet bar back into the dish. He moved closer to her, his cock brushed against her belly.

They really needed to talk. Now wasn’t the time for this, but she didn’t care. They’d been interrupted before and there’d been no time for tenderness after their mating. She wanted that now. Craved it with every fiber of her being.

Quinn didn’t disappoint.

He started at her neck and rubbed his soapy hands over her skin. His touch was so gentle and light. Barely there. But she felt it throughout her entire body.

He traced her collarbone and then went lower. Her breasts ached for his touch, nipples puckering. He cupped the mounds in his hands, rubbing his slick thumbs over the hard nubs.

Her breathing increased in speed with each passing second. The scent of lavender from the soap permeated the air and combined with the water vapor surrounding them to create a steamy paradise. Bethany inhaled deeply, drinking in the intoxicating scent of flower and male combined.

His hands slid down her torso and she groaned when his fingers grazed her hips and his hands palmed her ass, squeezing the firm globes.

“You are so damn sweet,” he muttered. He went down on his knees in front of her and Bethany forgot to breathe when Quinn parted her slick folds with his fingers and stared at her pussy. “So sweet.”

He leaned inward and lapped at the swollen lips. She slapped her hands against the cool, damp tiles, needing the extra support as her knees went weak. Quinn continued his languid exploration, seemingly in no hurry at all.

His tongue glided over and around her, tracing every crevice, every cranny. But he avoided the spot where she wanted his touch the most. “Quinn.” She could hear the need in her voice, the demand.

He nuzzled her pubic hair and breathed deep. “I want this to last.”

She bit her tongue, wanting to yell that it could last if they stayed together. Instead she thrust her hips forward, encouraging him to give her what he would give her. His touch.

He tongued her clit, circling the hard nub of nerves. Her hips circled, moving with him as she tried to get the maximum sensation from his intimate caress. She was wet and it was from more than the water cascading down around them. Cream, hot and thick, slicked her core. She cupped her breasts in her hands to soothe the aching in them. Her skin felt hot and tight.

Quinn pressed his tongue against her clit and she groaned. “So good,” she murmured.

He closed his lips around the bud and sucked lightly, all the while teasing her with his tongue. The air around them seemed to crackle with power. Bethany leaned back against the wall and let Quinn pleasure her. She needed his touch so badly. Wanted to feel close to him even if it was only in a physical way.

He pressed two thick fingers into her channel, stretching it as he widened them. She gasped, wanting even more. He curled his fingers inward as he removed them, finding her sweet spot.

She cried his name as her orgasm hit. Her body quivered with delight as it clenched around his fingers, soaking them with her essence.

He growled and surged to his feet. The patient lover was gone. In his place was a man ready to claim his woman.

He gripped her hips and lifted, his strength a complete turn on. He shifted them so she wasn’t so close to the spray from the showerhead and the cool tile hit her back, making it arch. He crowded between her thighs, spreading them wide. He didn’t wait, didn’t hesitate.

His cock was thick and hard as he pushed it into her swollen channel that still pulsated from her climax. The going was rough, but he kept up a steady pressure, stretching her until he was seated inside.

Bethany clutched at his hair and shoulders, glorying in the feel of his thick muscles rippling beneath her hands. She was filled with him, poised on the edge of another orgasm. He growled again, fisted her hair in his hand and took her mouth.

It wasn’t a kiss, tender and sweet. He ate at her lips, dueled with her tongue and claimed her mouth as his prize. He took her breath and gave her his.

She wanted him more than she wanted anything else in the world. They fit perfectly. Together they were stronger than they were apart. She could see that. Why couldn’t he?