The male thought to tuck her back against his side. She bit him for his trouble, sinking her teeth deep into a muscled forearm. Freed, she crawled around the edge of the bed to sniff at the air. Turning back to the Alpha, she snarled and snapped her teeth, a feminine display of force that brought a smile to his kiss reddened lips. Distracted as her pussy pulsed, begging he fill her again, she traced their fullness before an unknown sugary tang brought her back.
Pushing him flat, she prowled over the male. Mouthing his neck, taking in his scent at his chest, she found no others. She shoved away his hand when it tried to tangle in her hair as she moved down his body until she could slide lips and tongue over the fullness of his swelling cock. No scent but hers marked that splendid bit of flesh. She gave a satisfied hum, deep and throaty and full of a possessiveness she would never have admitted to in her right mind.
Something was still wrong. Though her cunt had slick trickling down her thighs to announce she was ready once more, Quinn shied away from the Alpha when he rumbled a call and reached for her. Each breath was more agitated than the one before it. Wide, dilated eyes darted around the room.
Everything was wrong.
The deep growl changed pitch and smoothed into a luxurious purr. He moved around until he could cover her back with his heat and strength, pushing that glorious resonance deep into her bones. One hand playing at the swell of her hip, the other pushed something forward.
Softness came under her fingers. A veritable treasure of blankets and sheets waited beside her. Dragging the corner of a duvet to her face, she made a careful sniff at the fabric. Not a single scent tainted it. Fresh and clean as the day it was made. Quinn inhaled through smiling lips and flowed into motion.
The nest was not so much built as it came alive under her hands. Movements sure and decisive, she tucked sheets this way, blankets that way. A pillow here and there created a sense of safety and security nothing else in the world could compare to. Even the Alpha warming her back could not compete with the solace held within those soft hills and valleys.
Catching the male’s wrist, she tugged at his arm with a playful growl. Falling back into her construct, she made a show of spreading wide for him. She smiled as she pulled him down, angling her hips to take him in as he settled against her.
It was perfect.
Things took a different turn several days later. With no end of her heat in sight, there were no more teasing touches and flirtatious growls. Large hands gripped and pulled, pinning and bruising the far smaller female beneath the massive bulk of him. Nails dug into the muscled flesh of the male, teeth sinking deep until the flat iron of blood stained air and sheets as much as their fluids.
Violent and fighting as much as she was fucking, Quinn lost the thin thread between pleasure and pain. Bruises were kisses, the glide of his tongue rough slaps. The Alpha was no different. He roared above her, a myriad of gouges patterning his chest and shoulders as he slammed his hips against her. His cock swelled, thickening as her eager pussy clenched on his length, her fingers clawing at his hips.
A flicker of cold fear sparked into existence as he turned those dark eyes down to her. They were wild, raging with the heat of his rut, and something in their depths had her screaming. Need, fear, desire, pain—it all coalesced as he shifted that painful grip to hold her flat to the bed.
He kept her gaze as he lowered, using his whole body to keep her where he wanted her. Legs high on his hips and body bent double, she could do nothing but take the brutal pounding and stare up into that feral gaze.
No, not feral. There was awareness there. He knew what he was doing, moving her wrists to one firm hand and tucking his knees under her ass. She couldn’t even raise her hips to meet him, the angle too deep as he stabbed into her. It didn’t matter. Pleasure was already rocketing through her veins, seizing up every muscle. All but his eyes were hazy in the impending storm of her orgasm.
Just a little more.
His hand stealing between their bodies to thumb her clit in rough flicks, he moved to keep her eyes as Quinn thrashed and wailed at the too much sensation. The delicious ache slammed into her stomach, holding her back from the perfect bliss of release. The feminine howl, light and airy from too little air, twisted with his aggressive thunder.
“Mine.”
Before the word could register in that small coherent place deep inside of her, Quinn felt him plunge deeper than ever. The knot swelled, stealing her breath on a pained gasp as he locked them together before she was ready. The steady thrum of his digit across her swollen nub became perfect.
Every fiber of her being contracted as utter bliss seared through her. Vision sheeting to white, she shrieked and convulsed. Her pussy gripped the impossible girth of his knot, squeezing, twisting. The first fiery spurt of his come filled her.
Head knocked aside, she didn’t even feel his lips at the stretch of skin between neck and shoulder until it was far too late. Flesh tore under sharp white teeth, the grinding agony scattering down her chest and arm in violent violet pulses as he bit down harder.
Sobbing though there were no tears, her mouth opened wide as he continued to pinch and pluck at her clit. The second orgasm coming too soon after the first and on the heels of so much pain, she let the darkness take her when it offered its soothing embrace.
Chapter 4
The sound she made was something between a whimper and a groan. No light filtered through her closed eyelids. Lashes refusing to part, Quinn concentrated instead on breathing through the myriad of aches and agonies that assaulted her body. The impression of softness surrounded her, assuming a nest and the bed she almost remembered. No other input came to her available senses.
She was alone. Again.
With the sting in her eyes as motivation, she scraped together the last of her shredded dignity and laid all the self-recrimination and disgust aside for further scrutiny at a later time. Forcing her eyes wide, her lip curled before she clamped them shut over the urge to scream. Bedding soaked and sticky, it clung to her skin in sucking drifts. Peeling it all away, she kicked the smothering blankets off to tumble from the side of the bed.
Sitting up, she viewed the nest she had created with contempt. It was far easier to look at the bedding she would take great joy in shredding than it was to see the crusted remains of the male’s scenting of her.
Reaching out with her left arm, she shrieked in agony. Falling into the bed didn’t help. Clutching at her bicep to quiet the shattered sensation that scraped down her entire side, she whispered a vicious litany of curses to the ceiling gone blurry with unshed misery. Fingers moved to the throbbing source, finding a bandage as large as her palm taped to stinging flesh. The fucker had savaged her!
The knock was quiet and downright respectful. Quinn hated whoever it was even more for the polite pause before the door was opened.
“Good to see you awake, Miss.”
It took several hitching breaths to recognize the voice, but clarity came when he drew close enough for her to see him in profile against the dusky sky before golden light bloomed through the dim space. The suit was a pinstripe gray this time, but it was the Beta who cleaned up the Alpha’s messes.
