Kahler threw back his head and roared with the first thick surge of milky fluid painting her insides. His whole body quaked, each shuddering spasm releasing more of the potent cream. With obvious effort, he turned his gaze down to her. He seemed to realize the wet, rippling clench of her pussy was missing. There was nothing wringing his knot but the innate tightness of a far smaller body.
Grunting through another spasm, eyes squinted as though in actual pain from the strength of his release, Kahler wedged his arm under her to free a hand. Gathering up her slick from the skin of his stomach, he went straight for her clit.
Quinn whined, twitching when she wanted nothing more than to run away. Her ass burned, the delicate flesh feeling like it was on fire. She was still bewildered at the strange wash of pleasure it gave her as his knot continued to throb deep inside of her cunt. It was so very wrong.
“Shh, sweetness,” Kahler said, trying for a soothing tone though his voice was thick with strain as his cock jumped again with another wave of hot come.
“Please, please don’t,” Quinn whispered with another miserable twitch. Uncomfortable as she was, she didn’t dare try to move more than that. The agony of trying to free the knot too soon was still fresh in her memory. She clung to him with arms and legs locked around his torso, watching his hand dip down between their joined bodies.
“Gently,” he murmured, adjusting her weight closer. The knot shifted, Quinn’s sharp cry silenced by his waiting lips. Warm and soft, his mouth moved over hers. The kiss was tender, leaving her even more confused. He did not invade, he did not demand entrance with the spearing length of his tongue or the sharp nip of teeth. Instead it was a languorous assault, wrecking all of her defenses with the careful slide of flesh. Pulling away for just a moment, he whispered against her pinkened lips, “Slowly, my sweet little bird.”
Only then did she realize the small sounds she made, the low mewls. Before she could become ashamed or irritated, he was back with more. When she did not open to him, he brushed his lips against hers in gentle passes before his tongue teased at the seam of her lips. Each leisurely advance met with the gradual melting of her discomfort.
Quinn was putty in his hands.
Hardly feeling the knot when he shifted yet again, the careful swipe of the pad of his thumb around her clit sent a ripple of sensation through her limbs. Avoiding the throbbing nub all together, he kept the mild touch to the swollen flesh around it.
The spray pattered over her back as he turned them, water sluicing away the last of the frothy bubbles from her skin. Her quiet, panting breaths were loud in the sudden silence as the shower was turned off.
Keeping her against him, Kahler maneuvered them to the low bench in the steamy room. Despite the precarious conditions, he distracted her with sweet kisses and slow caresses until he had them settled. Ankles locked at his back, arms wrapped tight around his neck, she looked at the large male through the clumpy fringe of her lashes. Uncertainty brimmed in her pale gray gaze as he watched her.
Angling a disarming smile down at her, Kahler leaned in to take in her scent at the mark that scarred her shoulder. The press of his lips to the marred skin was electrifying. The flick of his tongue sent a bolt of pure energy down her spine.
Trailing light kisses across shoulder and neck, his fingers worked their evil power between her thighs. Each pass of his fingertips refused attention where she needed it. Rough calluses were a breathtaking massage to oversensitive flesh. The orgasm that had stalled in the throes of her agitation recovered with a vengeance. It sent her hips rolling, only to be pinned in place by his arm.
“Not yet,” he whispered against her lips before taking them in a deep kiss, his tongue plunging in and out of her mouth in an imitation of what Quinn moaned for.
Fire crackled through her veins, building from the inferno centered low in her belly. It grew in swollen waves, blistering her senses, as those devious fingers grew firmer and moved with true purpose. Still, he avoided her aching clit, ignoring her low cries and whines as she stammered out pleas for him to finish it.
“Soon, sweetness,” he said in a ragged whisper, keeping his gaze locked on hers from mere inches away. His arm around her back pulled, his hips tilting up from the bench.
Quinn’s scream was a strangled thing. The knot shifted, pushing deeper still within the tight depths of her pussy. So close to the edge, instincts worked against her to bring the Alpha already lodged inside of her. Raking her nails down his shoulders and chest, she bared her teeth at the male. Her whole body shook with the tension that ratcheted through every muscle.
“T-Tobias, please,” she stammered out through teeth that chattered though she was flushed and sweating now. He moved inside of her again, another scream wrenched from her throat as her head fell back. She stared without seeing at the ceiling as he edged her ever upward. Mouth held open, she voiced low wails when he shifted the thick knot again and again.
“Now, sweetness. Come for me.”
Without further warning, he stroked over her clit with firm pressure. There was no swelling wave of bliss as her orgasm crested. It was an explosion of soundless intensity stealing her breath and sight. Back rising in a painful arch, Quinn twitched and jerked as her world shattered into shards of pleasure that flayed her senses. Raw and sobbing, she was only vaguely aware of his hand tangling in her hair, pulling her up until her blown gaze met with his.
It became so much more.
As if she had to give everything to this man, pour more of herself into the pleasure that was destroying her one fragile piece at a time, she clung to him as the torrid swell sucked her under once more. Her pussy tightened in rippling contractions, somehow growing even wetter, allowing the knot to slide just that fraction further he needed to touch on a spot that upended her world all over again.
She sobbed, broken and raw, as deep evergreen swallowed her soul.
Minutes or decades passed before reality returned. It left Quinn a trembling, weeping thing in Kahler’s arms. The knot had abated at some point, their combined fluids tacky against her skin. An echo of the too much sensation shuddered through her body, a spasm that had her twitching under his hands where they stroked down her back.
“Shh, I have you, Quinn.” His voice was rough as if he had been the one screaming for Gods knew how long.
Tears slipped free, the burn at the back of her eyes an afterthought. Shameless, she tucked her head under his chin and wrapped her limbs tight around him.
Touch never faltering, he kept the passes long and smooth, almost this side of too strong. It was grounding, as if she needed to be kept tethered to this world until she could inhabit her own skin better.
She was supposed to remember something, but damned if she could. The sound of her name on his lips was rich and heady and she wanted to revel in that for just a little while longer.
Chapter 11
Quinn came awake with a snarl, bleary gaze cutting towards the door between the office and sitting room as it swung open. Framed in the doorway with the background of rich russets and greens of his office, Tobias Kahler looked just a little magnificent. A small smile crept over her lips, chasing away the irritated curl, as she snuggled back into the warm blankets surrounding her.
