Biting back a cry of pleasurable pain at the stretch, she squeezed his throbbing shaft. A chain reaction of pleasure-pain-pleasure began, each of them spurred to greater heights as the other reacted. His fingers twisted, curled, and found a spot that spilled a sound she didn’t recognize as her own voice from her throat. Heel of his hand mashing against her clit, he worked her with a skill and ease that stole her breath in more ways than she wanted to count.
Panting against the male’s chest, drawing his scent deep into her lungs, she trembled at the edge of an orgasm within minutes. Instinct had her wanting the male to take what he promised with every thundering resonance. The last fragments of common sense told her that wasn’t a good idea. Inexplicable desire had one hand swiping through the copious slick that flowed from her before wrapping around his thick girth once again. The slippery slide of her hand was met with a low groan that had her eyes rolling back in sheer bliss.
Finding herself empty, Quinn stared in a daze as he shoved her hands lower. Small fingers were squeezed around the swelling knot building at the base of his cock. He used his other hand to stroke the length with a brutality her muddled thoughts and aching pussy demanded he give to her.
It only took the span of a trebling heartbeat.
Face pressed against her neck, sucking deep breaths between quiet roars, he came. Thick and milky, he released across trembling thighs. One spectacular surge coated her breasts with the heady warmth. From neck to knees she was plastered with his scent and pearlescent fluid. It seemed it would never end.
And then it was done.
He was already pulling away before the last of it trickled from his tip in a watery spray, coating her hands in the sticky mess of it as he left her cold and alone on the counter. Tucking himself away and setting his clothing to rights, he didn’t even look at her.
Quinn stared in slack jawed horror. The trembling heat shifted to an icy shiver as she watched with rounded eyes when he reached into his back pocket. The wallet he opened was fine, smooth leather, the bills crisp and new.
“Take a cab instead,” he said as he tucked folded bills into the strap of fabric that went over her shoulder. It didn’t escape her notice it was one of the few places not coated.
He was gone before she could even think she should respond.
Sliding down to unsteady legs, she shook hard enough that her teeth chattered. Quinn grabbed onto the counter to hold up under the ton of guilt and shame that settled on her shoulders. The sight of the broken female covered in cooling white smears, the pale ring of gray just discernible around dilated pupils of desire reflected back at her was no comfort.
Movements slow and jerky, she turned the water on at the nearest sink. Paper towels were grabbed from the dispenser by the crumpled fistful. Salty humiliation flooded her eyes, but she blinked fast and hard to hold back the tide of disgust.
She was still trying to clean it from her chilled skin when Jackson came through the door. He averted his eyes, but there was no mistaking the way he scented the air before drawing himself back. The sickly sweet scent of Omega slick permeated every particle of air in the space. They’d have to bleach the whole room down to even begin to get rid of it.
“Come on, you’ll go out the back way,” Jackson said as he stepped back and pushed the door wide.
“My things,” Quinn asked, already crumpling in on herself, arms wrapped tight around her middle. It was over and done and she had no one to blame but herself.
“Outside.”
Quinn raised and lowered her head once in acceptance then fell into step behind the bulky Beta when he walked stiffly down the hall. Not daring to look around, she ignored the sibilant hiss of whispers from further back where this horrible night had begun.
The tense silence invaded her limbs as he led her down the dark staircase at the end of the corridor. There were no excuses she could give, no lies she thought she could sell, to make this better somehow. Hell, at this point she didn’t even think sleeping with Beaumont and Rey both would save her this job. Tension and pain knotted and writhed their way through her, leaving her aching and on the verge of tears all over again.
Reaching the ground floor at last, Jackson opened the heavy metal door that let out onto a narrow strip of alley. She expected the Dumpster and an array of litter. Daniel Rey standing under the orange sodium light and an idling sleek black sedan were not expected.
Without a word, Mr. Rey opened the back door of the car to reveal pristine leather interior with dark wood accents under the soft illumination of the dome light. Her purse and a plastic grocery bag with her street clothes sat out of place and lonely against the coal black seat.
“Get in,” Mr. Rey said with the same careful aversion that Jackson had displayed, even taking a step back from the car door.
Beyond confused, she looked to Jackson for an explanation, but met the rigid line of his lips and a clenched jaw. A muscle in his cheek jumped as his nostrils flared. Then it all came together.
She reeked of slick and Alpha. This was her worst nightmare waiting to happen.
The first step was too quick, both males jerking towards her. Instincts told her to run, theirs told them to chase. Mr. Rey put a solid, heavy hand to Jackson’s chest, easing him back towards the building door and giving his own back to Quinn.
With an air of calm she didn’t at all feel, she took the four steps that seemed to take decades to the car with a measured pace and slid inside. Slamming the door shut, the locks engaged with a dull clicking thump. With slow and deliberate movements, she pulled the lumpy mass of her worn purse into her lap. The satisfying rattle of the pepper spray bottle soothed in a way nothing else could.
The solid slap of flesh met the window. Darkness invaded the car as something huge blocked the weak orange light. Looming close and all too real, Daniel Rey’s face appeared close to the glass with eyes far too intense for comfort, tracking her every twitch with a predatory interest.
“Driver’s got your address. Call the office in the morning,” he said with one last long look at her. Standing to his full height, his hand slapped against the roof of the car in a quick rhythm that brought the idling car roaring to life.
Chapter 2
If she looked out of the single window of her apartment at just the right angle, Quinn could see a sliver of sky around the buildings packed in like cows awaiting slaughter. It had been a stroke of luck that the perfect position was where she’d built her nest in the shoebox sized apartment. Staring at the band of flinty sky, she waited for the sun to make some kind of appearance.
Though she’d arrived home exhausted, the rest of the night was spent staring at the dark ceiling after scouring herself as clean as she could get. Grand displays of dramatics were Marina’s bag. Quinn chose the path of silent observation.
