Kahler shushed her, privy to some sign of Quinn’s thoughts she wasn’t aware of revealing. His nose met the soft skin under her ear, his breaths long and slow as he took in her scent. Nuzzling her neck, his lips grazed the sensitive patch of skin over and over. As if he wanted nothing more than to breathe her in.
At the first sign of the tension leaving her shoulders, his soft mouth drifted down the column of her throat. Gentle kisses trailed across her collar bone, his nose nudging the thin strap of the shift aside to bare all of her shoulder to his questing lips.
It was the sweetest of assaults. Everything was quiet and soft though he kept her hands pinned above her head. Even that was little more than a careful pressure. There was no urgency to his other hand as it stripped the slinky fabric from her body. He didn’t rush as he caressed the curve of her hip.
By the time he nudged her thighs apart, Quinn was a wet mess of breathy moans and shivering gasps. She spread, eager and wanton. The aggressive call he used was unnecessary. Her legs were already hooking around him, angling her hips to take him deep. Pale lashes spread wide when he slid down her body. That delicious, evil mouth peppered heated flesh with kisses and the flick of a hot tongue.
Holding her hands to her thighs, Kahler held her still as his head dipped lower. The scrape of his teeth low across the cradle of her hips had a confused squeal slipping past her lips. A man between her legs like this was not unknown, but not outside of estrous. Every male wanted to taste an Omega in heat, but that was all it was, a taste. Brows scrunching towards the middle of her face, she strained up to look down the line of her body.
Green eyes glittered with his amusement as they moved to meet her gaze. Top lip just visible above the swell of her mound, Quinn sucked in a surprised breath when his mouth opened. Slow and treacherous, his unseen tongue laved through slick folds.
Falling back into the mattress, Quinn’s mouth fell open around a shuddering groan. As skilled as his fingers had ever been on her body, his mouth was unlike anything she had ever known. He moved as if he would consume her. Like a man half starved, he devoured, sucking at her lips and lapping at her folds. Collecting the copious slick, he raised his head enough for her to see the clear fluid shimmering against his pink tongue before he closed his lips. Savoring it, his groan was salacious and loud before he swallowed and settled back to continue his determined invasion.
Threads of pleasure worked down her legs, drawing the muscles of her thighs taut until they trembled. Unable to grip anything else, she clung to her legs until she was opening them wider, holding herself open to the Alpha.
The addition of a finger undid her. Squeezing around him, she whined at the sensation of being filled as he worked it in until the backs of his fingers pushed hard against her ass. Rough and callused, his fingertip slid around slick walls, probing, searching. Lips wrapped around her clit, tongue flicking over the pert nub as he sucked at the swollen flesh. When his finger found what it sought, Quinn’s breathy cry stuttered in her throat.
Heat suffused her, crackling across her synapses with the roar of wildfire as he stroked that spot. His mouth tensed, sucking hard as his tongue began a frantic rhythm set to the beat of her heart.
Breaths shuddered into her lungs, body trembling as every muscle drew tight. Molten bliss pooled in her belly. The overwhelming sensation lifted her higher and higher, carrying her to a floating precipice.
It began as a warm rush of pleasure, a ripple of heat up her spine that gained force until she bowed under the strain. Violent pleasure crashed into her, a riptide of sensation that wrenched her moans into ragged cries.
With the first sucking contraction of her orgasm, he pushed three fingers deep, stretching her open. Forcing her pussy wide, pulsing around the thickness that was perfect and wrong all at the same time. Bucking and writhing under the whiplash of his tongue, she cried out for him to give her what she needed.
Gripping her hips, he held her to his mouth. There was no escaping the press of his lips, the forceful suction that had her cries growing ever shriller. He forced her higher, pushing her up the steep hill to another release that bathed his mouth and chin with a fresh wave of her pleasure.
He rode her pussy until Quinn collapsed to the mattress, shivering with the aftershocks. Licking over the swell of her, sucking the heady fluid from her thighs, he made soft sounds of satisfaction. He acted as if he had been the one under her hands and mouth, not the other way around.
Quinn could only twitch and groan when his tongue dipped lower, a confused jumble of sensations rioting through her as he lapped at the tight ring of her ass where her juice had collected.
He gave her peace, rising to his knees tall and proud above her. Dreamy, Quinn thought of the males of old, the kind from the picture books her grandmother had given her as a child. Kahler was no knight, she knew that, but as he almost crawled up her body, it was difficult to think of him as evil.
The hated thing in her chest twisted deeper, sticky tendrils unfurling to wrap her heart in a dangerous embrace. An embrace she mimicked, her hands sliding around the male’s neck to pull him to her. She shivered at the first taste of herself on his tongue, moaning as he invaded her mouth as he had her body.
The smooth wool of coat and trousers chafed skin that wanted to feel him. Cautious at first, uncertainty darkening her gaze, she moved her hands to the shiny buttons of his shirt.
Pushing up to his elbows to give her space, Kahler smiled. It was full of warm approval, the skin around his eyes crinkling as it broadened when she grew bolder.
Aided by the male, she shuffled his loosened pants down to his feet until he kicked them away. When he pressed her into the mattress, the full length of him bare against her, Quinn hummed.
It was her hand that slipped between them, stroking his hard cock, smearing the thin fluid collecting at the crown down along his length. She was the one who angled him towards her pussy, still wet and tight, eager for the promise that already thickened the base of his cock.
Kahler refused to be rushed. He slid into her by the agonizing inch, stretching her around him. Entering her like an untried virgin, he paused often to kiss and fondle, waiting until she moaned and begged for more. And oh, how she begged.
He took her with slow determination, rebuilding the fire simmering under her skin into a steady blaze. Even when she clawed at his back and hips, Kahler only joined their hands. Fingers linked, he pressed them to the mattress beside her head and kept to his torturous pace.
Mouths held close, they breathed each other in. Blissed out gray and steady green met and held from only inches away. Imagining she saw something other than base need, that he wantedher, Quinn clenched around him. Control slipping, he ground into her with every forceful thrust. The deep ache was incredible.
“Please,” Quinn whimpered against his lips, trying in vain to entice the male to take her as rough as the dark light in his eyes promised. The time for gentleness was gone. Her body ached from his tender touch, wanting so much more.
“Tell me what you want.” His voice was a rough growl, giving lie to the smooth roll of his hips.
Frustration mounting, her head pushed back into the softness of the nest. The vulnerable line of her throat was attacked, the tip of his tongue tracing the fluttering pulse at her jaw. Her fingers raked through his hair, clenching the dark strands to pull his gaze to hers. She showed the edge of her teeth.
“Fuck me. Knot me.” Said on a whining hiss as he pushed in deep, she tipped her hips up to the sullen pain. Accepting, wanting—needing.
“More.”
