“It wasn’t disgusting.”
“Tell me,kiska.”
“What does that mean?” She had an idea from the context he’d last used it, but she wanted to hear him say it. Allowing a fraction of warmth to enter her eyes, she slid the pads of her fingers across his stubbled jaw.
“Kitten,” he said, one corner of his mouth slipping up into a grin as he gripped her thigh and pulled her closer. Pushed her up his body so he wasn’t bent so far over, bringing her lips to his. “Kiskalikes her cream,da?”
“Maybe—”
Whatever come back she might have said became lost under his kiss. His tongue didn’t invade, but teased along the seam of her lips, prying her open to his assault. The violation was sweet, heated, but not frightening. He kissed her with a purpose she understood. He was courting her senses, plying her with gentle demands. Not to say he wasn’t the same rough, determined Alpha he always had been, but where Lee offered violence that made her body scream, Ilya wanted her delicate moans and cries.
She gave them to him. It was an easy thing, melting into him, her free arm curling around his neck to hold him close. Her soft sounds of pleasure were muffled by his lips, his tongue, his low growl of satisfaction.
The kiss lingered, going on for long minutes until Ilya left her breathless. Eyes half mast, Quinn curled her fingers into his hair, giving it a playful tug as she bit her swollen lips.
“You need to wash.” And then they were moving. His bulk lifting from the floor with an ease that would shock Quinn no matter how many times she saw it. He cradled her and Elise close as he went to the crib. Let Quinn drag along his full height as he eased her down onto her feet.
Quinn made a face as she turned to the crib, settling Elise down among the cloud soft sheets. She hummed and smoothed back all that wispy pale hair before leaning down to kiss Elise’s forehead.
“Sleep well, baby girl. Mama loves you.” Turning with a sigh, Quinn strangled her scream when Ilya swept her up. Arms heavy bands under her ass, clamped around her thighs, he looked up at her. His eyes were hot, dangerous with something that she struggled to grasp. That wasn’t sex. It wasn’t a need to feel his knot buried inside of her. It had little to do with the kiss they had shared.
Fuck. He really did think he could be her mate.
“You shower now,” Ilya said as he started out of the nursery. Carrying her into her room, all the way into the bathroom, he refused to put her down. Letting her slide down his body again, he turned her to face the shower and let her fiddle with the knobs. Even then, he touched her arms, her hips, rubbing at her shoulders despite her faint hiss of pain.
Ilya’s fingers worked under the hem of her shirt, bunching the loose fabric in his palms before he began sliding it up her body. Quinn kept her arms down, pinning the fabric in place with a distressed sound, one that was buried under his rich purr as soon as it began. Melting into that luscious noise, all of it echoing back at her, slamming into her body, Quinn was helpless to resist.
The shirt was lifted free from her slack arms. The waist of her pants pushed down over her hips, off her thighs, until they puddled at her feet. Naked before him, Quinn made another quiet sound and tried to hide behind thin arms that refused to cover anything near enough.
“No,kiska,” Ilya murmured, his hands obscene in their gentleness as he pulled her hands away. Pushing her arms wide, he turned her to face him so he could look down at her body.
“Don’t look,” Quinn said, groaning as she tugged at the firm grip. She felt the awkwardness of shame rush through her, hot and sickening. Too often she saw her body, no matter how she tried not to. Even nursing her baby, it forced her to see the multitude of scars littering her body. Bites, deep scratches, a sordid tale spelled out in thin, puckered lines that gleamed.
Ilya gave a growl, the power of his anger a shot from a blast furnace as he moved in too fast for her to track. Then he was on the floor, kneeling before her. Fingers clamped around her hips to keep Quinn still as she tried to squirm away, his head dipped forward. Open, hot, wet, his mouth came to her breast. Careful not to leave a lasting mark, he sucked at the tender flesh. Let her feel the edge of his teeth as he worked his way across her exposed chest. Then his tongue came out, stiff and determined, tracing along a deep pink line that wandered from her belly up over her left breast.
“Beautiful,kiska. So beautiful,” Ilya whispered against her, arms sliding around to hold her closer. A low groan pressed against her sternum as he kissed and licked at the marred skin.
Uncomfortable in a way she wasn’t used to, Quinn’s tongue grew sharp. Speaking without thinking, she sneered as the ugly words tumbled out. “You’re just saying that because you’re fucking your fist instead of a cunt. Go get some pussy, Ilya. You’ll feel better.”
Cringing as his head came up, Quinn refused to meet his eyes. She slumped and braced for the anger coating the back of her throat as he came to his feet. She didn’t even whimper when he grabbed a fistful of her hair and dragged her forward. Didn’t make a single noise when her hand was crushed against his throbbing cock straining against the zipper of his pants.
“I tried,kiska. Many times,” he snarled against her cheek. Settling his mouth against one of Lee’s faint marks, he bit down. Let her feel the burning pinch before he released her, tongue sweeping up the line of her neck. “I couldn’t even knot them. Tight Omega pussy and I couldn’t come.”
Pulling her head back with a painful twist of her hair still caught in his fist, he put his face close. Growl ominous and threatening as he glared at her. He let her see the disgrace that caused him, the fury it had engendered. For a man like him, being able to fuck was important.
“And then,” he hissed, free hand grabbing her ass, hauling her up until she was spread wide around his hips and dangling. “Then I find a pair of plain white panties,da? Soft as a cloud, filled with akiska’s cream. One stroke. Onefuckingstroke and I keep a knot for hours.”
Quinn couldn’t help it. The violence, the determined, painful need in his gaze, the way he held her against him was all too much.
Her pussy didn’t just grow wet, it flooded with slick. It poured from her to smear along his zipper, staining the front of his pants as she whined low in her throat and twitched her hips. A hint of friction against her clit and Quinn saw stars, a fiery wash of sparkling light exploding behind her eyes.
They groaned into each other’s mouths as he claimed her in another kiss. This one was not sweet. It was not gentle. Ilya thrust his tongue inside of her, showing Quinn what he wished to do. In that moment, she wasn’t sure she would stop him if he tried.
Not until his mouth worked its way down to her shoulder, both hands gripping her ass to rock her against the hard length of him, did some semblance of sense return.
“Ilya, no. Stop, please. Not like this, please.” Quinn gasped as he nipped at her collarbone, whole body jolting at the sensation. “He’ll be back soon.”
“He owes me.” Ilya growled, another rush of slick answering his call as he swung them around to face the wall. Pinning her against the flat surface so he could grind against all that wet heat, the damp fabric of his trousers rasping across her clit.
