Quinn's Quest: Legacy, Book 4 (13 page)

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.

“I love the way you squeeze me. So damn tight.” He was sweating now. They both were.

Leaning down she licked his shoulder. Then she nipped it.

He groaned and she felt his cock flexing deep inside her. “Fuck, yes,” he muttered under his breath.

Bethany wrapped her legs around his flanks, braced her hands on his shoulders and tried to move. Low whimpers broke from her throat. She needed more. She ached inside and out.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you,” he murmured. He shifted his grip slightly and then began to move.

Slowly at first, sliding almost all the way out before gliding back in. Every time he entered her it was like it was the first time. He stretched her slick channel, forcing it to give way to his hard length.

She rubbed her breasts against his chest, loving the way the hair there abraded the sensitive tips. It sent rivers of sensation flowing down between her thighs.

His movements grew more frantic. Faster. Harder. His strokes grew shallow. He pumped into her over and over. She hung on, loving the feel of his cock hammering into her.

“More.” She couldn’t get enough of him. Knew she would never get enough of him.

He swung around from the wall and took the few steps necessary to get them to the bed. They fell together with her beneath him. He shoved her legs higher until her ankles were up by her hips.

“I can’t be gentle,” he gritted the words out.

She didn’t want gentle and she told him so. “Hard. I want it hard.”

He growled and began to thrust. He plowed into her, giving her exactly what she wanted. She was buffeted by the winds of desire, by the overpowering need rocketing through her.

All her awareness was focused on where they were joined together. Heat. Moisture. Her softness giving way to his hardness. Female and male. It was elemental and timeless.

He angled his body so his pelvis grazed her clit. Her climax hit her with the speed of a runaway train. She cried out his name. Her body convulsed again and again. Still he pounded into her and her orgasm continued. She felt the hot flood of semen inside her and had a fleeting thought that they hadn’t used a condom. Then it was lost as she drowned in a sea of pleasure.

It was a struggle for her to catch her breath. At some point Quinn had fallen facedown on the bed beside her. The last thing she remembered was him still pumping into her.

She moved and groaned as her muscles complained of mistreatment. She felt well loved and well used. A hot bath or steamy shower would help. She felt replete, yet the always-present heat simmered just below her skin. She had no idea how much longer it would persist. Meredith had told her it lasted a week, but when it was the first time, it sometimes lasted a few days longer.

Quinn pushed himself up onto his forearms and stared at her. He looked tousled and sleepy. The grim expression was gone from his face, at least for the moment. She was glad she’d given him a reprieve, no matter how brief.

“I didn’t use a condom.”

She couldn’t tell if that bothered him or not. “I know.” She matched his tone, trying to be calm and mature. Truthfully, the thought of having a baby, a little boy with blond hair and blue eyes didn’t freak her out as much as it ought to. In fact, it gave her a warm fuzzy feeling in her stomach. A baby. Quinn’s baby.

He brushed back a lock of hair from her face. It stuck briefly before sliding off her skin, reminding her she was a sweaty mess. “We’re not susceptible to sexually transmitted diseases. And females don’t usually get pregnant until after they’ve mated. At least that’s what I’ve been told.”

Bethany felt uncomfortable. Did that mean he was glad the odds were she wouldn’t get pregnant? She should be happy, feeling relief that there was little chance she’d get pregnant. Now was definitely not the time. Not with her life in such upheaval. Still, she couldn’t suppress a twinge of disappointment.

“It’s probably for the best.” There, that was the right thing to say, the mature adult thing to say.

“Yeah.” Quinn rolled up and raked his fingers through his hair. “I need to get showered and go to work.”

Their interlude was over. Bethany pulled her tattered defenses back around her. “Sure. Me too.”

He turned to her and cupped her cheek. “Want to share the shower?”

She smiled and felt her puny emotional defenses crumble. “I’d like that.” She took his hand and rolled out of bed, leading him into the bathroom.

Chapter Seven

Hours later, Quinn’s body was still vibrating with pleasure. He could still taste Bethany’s skin, salty and hot. Her arousal filled his nostrils, spicy and sweet. Hell, he was still sporting a semi-erection just thinking about her.

He’d been totally discouraged when they hadn’t found Chris in any of the abandoned buildings they’d searched. Sick at heart, it was all too easy to imagine his sister at the mercy of her captors. The frustration of being so close to Chris only to have her slip through his fingers made him want to beat his fists through a wall and howl his fury to the world. He’d almost found her. After all these long months, he’d missed her by a matter of hours. It was enough to drive a man mad.

But Bethany had opened her arms to him and offered him respite from his never-ending torment. He felt guilty as hell, like he was taking advantage of her when she was entering into heat. He didn’t deserve to find such exquisite release from the anguish eating at his soul. But he wasn’t stupid enough to walk away and let one of the other males offer to ease her body.

Bethany was his.

His wolf growled in agreement. Since Bethany had arrived he’d been having a much harder time keeping his wolf in check. The beast was always right there at the tip of his consciousness, wanting to escape and run free. That was only natural from all that he’d heard, considering Bethany was almost in full-blown heat.

He glanced across the floor of the bar from his seat in a dark corner. The object of his desire was wearing a pair of jeans, a long-sleeved V-neck shirt with the Haven logo printed on it and a pair of sneakers. Not overly provocative clothing. Yet Quinn wanted to throw a blanket over her and drag her out of the bar and up to his room. He didn’t want any other males looking at Bethany, seeing her soft smile, listening to her warm laughter.

He was seriously fucked up. He wanted Bethany with a fire that burned to the depths of his soul. But he didn’t feel worthy. His sister had depended on him to keep her safe and look what had happened to her. He felt guilty enough simply sleeping with Bethany while Chris was missing. It seemed wrong for him to find any kind of happiness when he knew his sister was a prisoner of some mad scientist and his werewolf flunky.

It was stupid to think that way. Intellectually, he knew that. One thing didn’t have anything to do with the other. Just because he acted on his attraction to Bethany didn’t mean he’d stop looking for Chris. Ever.

A car backfired outside on the street and Quinn flinched, his hand automatically reaching for a weapon that wasn’t there. He hadn’t worn a gun tucked in the back of his belt since he’d left the bounty hunters.

For a brief moment, his mind slipped back in time. Gunfire erupted around him. Men yelled. Werewolves howled. So much blood spilled. So much death and destruction. And he’d had a hand in much of it.

Quinn shook away the flashback and sought Bethany, needing to simply look at her to calm his ragged soul. He found her easily, hustling around the club serving drinks and food to the customers. She smiled and laughed easily. He was amazed at how quickly she’d been able to put the kidnapping behind her.

A little voice in the back of his head told him she hadn’t dealt with it at all. She simply had too much to handle with her werewolf heritage and going into heat. The kidnapping would have to wait. But eventually she would have to come to terms with it.

His own experiences had taught him you couldn’t outrun your past forever. Eventually it caught up to you, giving you nightmares and memories you could only pray would fade over time.

He watched Bethany hurry to the bar, empty tray in hand. The slightly worn fabric of her jeans cupped her heart-shaped ass to perfection. He licked his lips as hunger roared through him like a tsunami. He wanted to take her like that. He wanted her naked, ass in the air as he drove into her from behind, claiming her as mate in the way of their people. He might be half human, but the werewolf side of his nature ruled supreme.