By the time he had her stripped and shuffled his trousers down around his thighs, notching the crown of his thick cock against her opening, Quinn was dripping wet and moaning in anticipation. Swiping through her slick folds, he nudged her clit with his head until Quinn whimpered and tipped her hips up in offering, begging, pleading. He was slow as he slid into her, easing his way through the initial tightness, feeding her one fraction at a time until she took every last inch.
Holding her wide and vulnerable, he began.
He dragged his full length out only to push forward until Quinn made small, grunting sounds of pleasured pain. He made her feel every bit of his length, to take his thickness as if it was the first time. The temperate roll of his hips was at odds with the way he held his body stiff over her, but Quinn was lost in the Alpha who had broken her to this act. The angle of his thrust was perfect, hitting the spot he had learned so well to manipulate before he plumbed deep to drive against her cervix. Thick, wet sounds filled the close space of the nest, tangled up in Quinn’s low moans and Kahler’s heavy breaths.
Small fingers dug into his back and hips, clinging to him as her breath came in rasping pants. Pleasure seeped through her limbs, urging her to pull her legs further back, spreading wider for the male. Each inward motion pulled him flush, mashing against her clit as he ground in deep. It was wonderful, incredible, and not what she needed.
“Please, Tobias,” Quinn said on a high-pitched whine as he continued at the unbearable crawling pace.
A grunt was his only response. Angling to reach between them, his rough hand cupped her swollen breast, the aching peak caught between his fingers as he kneaded the soft flesh. It was a tease of the violence she craved from him, a smooth and tender action that had Quinn whining in complaint.
Feet on his thighs, she tried to buck up into his slow thrusts. His weight crushed her, driving her into the bed so that she couldn’t even twitch. His chest rasped against her other breast, abrading her unattended nipple, his whole body sliding against hers as he kept her pinned.
It didn’t matter. Pleasure built, threading through her limbs, drawing the muscles tight. She felt the beginnings of his knot, swelling the base of his cock. It added a stretch that made her gasp in delight as he worked in and out of her slick heat. Her pussy clenched in a pulsing rhythm over his driving length. Quinn teetered on the edge of bliss and moaned against Kahler’s shoulder. She dug her nails into his back as the first shiver of release began to work its way up her spine, urging him to bury deep so she could bring him with her.
“Do you like this, little bird?”
His voice was a subterranean growl, a sound that had Quinn’s hazy focus centering on him in confusion. Her jerky nod in agreement was met with a slow, predatory smile that wriggled its way under the heady fog of pleasure to unnerve her.
“Good, good. Now let’s make sure you remember who makes you feel this way, hm?”
It was all the warning Quinn had before his teeth punched through flesh. Overlapping the scars of the claiming mark, she felt his teeth grind through the thickened tissue into muscle. His hand dipped down, finding her clit with unerring accuracy. The throbbing bud was pinched, twisted.
Her screams were a mix of everything.
She was over the edge, pussy clenching in time with the swirling waves of the forced orgasm as he shoved the swollen knot home. Delicate flesh, already aching, tore. It only added to the maelstrom of exquisite agony. His cock kicked and jerked inside of her as her pussy clung to his knot, milking every thick surge from him as he filled her up. The pain of his bite crackled down her chest and arm, crushing nerves in its wake as virulent pulses of vivid red flashed in her vision.
Not until the last shuddering wrench of her orgasm faded did he release her shoulder. Shivering, freezing and burning in turns, Quinn looked up at him in horror. The even whiteness of his teeth, the tender flesh of his lips, even his chin was all coated with a fine sheen of red. She recoiled, unable to go anywhere at all.
“Maybe now you won’t forget,” Kahler said. The deadly snarl coiled around her spine, his gaze pinning her with the same effectiveness as his body.
His bitter smile followed her down into the darkness as Quinn gathered shock to her and let it take her away from the terrifying sight.
The room was filled to bursting with bright toys and plush furniture. Hushed quiet followed her as Quinn walked through the door.
Two cribs stood end to end along one wall, both tasteful and elegant in an understated way. Her fingers trailed over the dark wood of the first before her gaze was drawn to the contents.
Rosy pale and fast asleep, she lay in a sea of soft turquoise. Chubby limbs were enveloped in fuzzy, gray pajamas with cloud-like sheep cavorting across the fabric. One lined up just right on the center of her diapered butt, making Quinn grin. She was so sweet, curled up in the awkward, bow-legged way of all babies. A wild tuft of near white hair stuck up at all angles from the top of her head. Forget sucking on a thumb, her whole fist was in her mouth as she gnawed on it.
A gurgling jumble of sounds from the next crib drew Quinn forward.
“Adam,” Quinn whispered as she smoothed back the wavy blond hair from his forehead. It was thicker, covering his whole head and then some. He needed a haircut. Bright hazel eyes peered up at her, sparkling as he smiled. Little teeth showed bright against the deep pink of his gums.
“Mama!” Garbled by the clenched fist he pushed against the growing teeth, the loud call was clear enough. “Mama up!”
“Shh, you’re going to wake her.” It was easy to pick him up, her arms no longer stiff with the strange weight of wriggling child. It was as if he fit there, formed just for her. He was just as comfortable, settling in against her chest with his head tucked tight against her neck. He breathed her in, a happy sigh warming her skin. Rubbing her cheek against his soft crown, she stepped back to the first crib.
“Ees! Ees, Ees, Ees,” Adam squealed, delighted in his discovery.
“Shh, Adam,” Quinn whispered against his cheek. “Yes, Elise is sleeping, just like you should be, little man.”
As if she could feel their attention, the little gray and white bundle began to stir. Blinking awake, unfocused green eyes turned up towards Quinn before a sleepy smile spread across full lips shined with spit.
“Uh-oh,” Adam said in a cheery sing-song.
“Yes, very uh-oh,” Quinn said, though she laughed and scooped the now babbling Elise into her arms alongside Adam. It was as easy and instinctual as breathing.
It was the perfect tableau, a damned greeting card. All that was missing was the sappy phrase or quote. It felt right though, as if this moment was as good as it would ever get. One of those rare moments that the stars align and Mercury isn’t in retrograde and everything is just… perfect.
