“You must get clean. Lee will arrive soon.”
“For someone who says he wants me so damn bad, you’re awful eager to throw me back into his bed,” Quinn said on a vicious snarl.
Fear followed quick on the heels of her anger as Ilya charged. Clothes in disarray, hair tumbling around his face, hard cock waving before him, it was terrifying. But not so much as the glare of rage deep in his cold eyes as he barreled towards her. Before she could fall back a single step, his hand connected with her still throbbing pussy. Palm cupping her sex, two fingers slid inside. One large arm braced her shoulders as he lifted her. Legs dangling, gravity spearing her on those thick digits, Quinn moaned, trying not to squirm from that precarious hold.
“This tight cunt? It is mine. It is my cock that this sweet pussy craves, that you want more than anything.” Hauling her to his chest, hands possessive as he moved them over her body, he smeared their combined scents on their bodies. He sucked in a deep breath at her neck and let it out on a savage growl. “We are getting closer. Soon,kiska. Soon I will fill you with everything my aching balls can give you.”
Another growl reverberated through his chest as he set Quinn on her feet, edging into a satisfied purr as he took her jaw in his hands. Cupping her face he lowered his lips to hers, tongue sweeping past all of her defenses as he assaulted her mouth. A passionate invasion that left Quinn wide eyed and gasping when he stood straight. His smile was a bitter slash as he gripped her hips, turning her in an abrupt about face before giving her a light shove towards the shower.
“Go. Clean.” Without another word he left, snagging her torn clothing on his way out.
Reality began to set in as the heat and scent of the excited Alpha seeped away. Scrambling into the shower, Quinn jerked the tap on with a thin shriek of shock as icy water pelted her back. Her skin turned a rosy pink in seconds as she scrubbed away the slick trails of Ilya’s come and her wetness.
This wasn’t part of the plan. To get Ilya excited, yes, but to lose herself so completely in his arms was not safe. Unable to understand how he could decimate her to a quivering puddle of need, Quinn sniffed back acrid tears and washed again.
It wasn’t fair or right how she became a slave to her instincts. How she reacted to an Alpha’s nearness and need without any control. The Gods were cruel, playing the ultimate joke on a dynamic seen as nothing but breeders and a good fuck.
She could still catch the hint of cinnamon and the sharp bite of anise when she rinsed a third time. Uttering a miserable groan, she snatched up a bottle and sniffed the contents. Pine and amber, smoky and intense, she wrinkled her nose in distaste and dumped a healthy portion onto a fluffy poof. Working Lee’s soap into a thick lather, she scoured away at her body until she could smell nothing but the flat chemical scent of products.
Brushing her teeth with enough violence to taint the taste of berries with the flat iron of blood, Quinn seethed. Even now her pussy pulsed with need, slick gathering in her folds to trickle down her thighs before swirling with the pelting spray. Denied the knot her body craved, it would continue to torture her. Despite the ever present ache lurking behind her ribs, agonizing and cruel, her body didn’t care who fucked her, so long as they did it well. A bitter laugh burbled past foamy lips before she spit the pink tinged bubbles at the drain. She was nothing but a needy cunt, the personification of what every male had ever called her.
“Something wrong, pet?” The shower door swung open, allowing Lee’s bulk inside. His warmth overpowered even the scalding shower, pressing Quinn back against the tiles as he stalked her in the cramped space. His chin lifted, nostrils flaring. Canting his head, Lee eyed her with an impenetrable dark gaze. “You smell different, pet.”
Swiping a wet palm over her lips to rid them of the last of her toothpaste, she blinked up at him. Sheer terror ripped through her veins as she tried to take an experimental sniff without Lee noticing. Clenching her teeth, wondering if she had failed to scrub away the last traces of Ilya, she watched Lee loom ever closer. Defeat was bitter on her tongue.
She wanted to rail at the male, to scream her discontent, to shout how none of this was okay. Taking a breath to calm the urge brought a rush of something altogether different. The groan that wrenched from her as a sudden ache gripped her belly had her clinging to him to remain upright. The swift twisting of pain in the cradle of her hips brought forth a rush of slick, a river of it coursing down her thighs.
Actions preceded thought as she scaled his large body, slippery flesh sliding under her clawing fingers and gripping legs as she sought to mount him. Need pulsed through her veins, a fiery brand that demanded to be soothed. Snarling as Lee’s hands caught her thighs, Quinn bared her teeth and squirmed her way into position. Small hand gripping his already hard cock, she guided him to her entrance. Pounded her other fist against his chest when he wouldn’t let her sink down onto his thick length.
Lee growled a warning, crushing Quinn’s body between him and the tiles as he pushed his face into her neck. His long inhale cooled her skin, sending goosebumps prickling down her shoulders and arms before the warmth of his rich call resounded through her and the echoing room. It urged forth another heavy rush of wetness, bathing them both in the potent fluid laced with sweet pheromones before he shunted inside of her in one brutal thrust. Driving into the hilt each time, he pounded her against the wall without mercy.
She basked in his violence, trills and moans tangible things as they reverberated through the room. Searing bliss threaded through her limbs as he ground against her clit. Clinging to the Alpha who was intent on fucking her into the tiles, she succumbed to it. Licked at his salty flesh, growling and clawing to demand more. The wet slap of flesh punctuated with her guttural groans the bass to the cacophony of their fucking.
It was intense, brutal. Exactly what she needed.
The first tendrils slipping under her skin erupted into a shower of sizzling fireworks at the base of her skull. Every muscle drawn tight, she screamed into the beyond. Slick muscle contracted around his driving length, wringing the rigid shaft for what she needed. Dragged him roaring with her into a body shuddering release. The knot shoved home, fully formed before either expected it. Tearing delicate flesh, Quinn screamed again as the pain warped through her body into mind bending pleasure.
Lee ground his knot against that special spot, growling against her throat as he shoved a rough hand between her taut lips. Thumbing her clit with an abrasive thumb, ignoring her wails, he forced her to the edge before the first orgasm had even begun to fade.
Desperate muscles fluttering, she gouged Lee’s shoulders. Threw her head back into the tiles and shrieked as he sent her plummeting into inky darkness.
The last thing Quinn knew before the void devoured her was the taste of smoke and violence carried on the coppery tang of Lee’s blood.
Chapter 9
Quinn whimpered as she shifted, every muscle aching, whole body sore. The space between her legs was nothing more than throbbing agony. A multitude of bruises made themselves known as she tried to shove away from the mountain of heat that warned her with a growl to be still.
Huge hands caught her at the hips, pulling her back as the massive body beneath her arched up. Shoving his cock deeper, grinding the knot that still invaded her further inside the tight clench of muscles that had yet to release their hold.
Her whine was shrill and airy, pain surpassing any remnants of pleasure from the hazy orgasm she didn’t quite remember. The long hours through the night where Lee had continued to mount her, call aggressive and demanding when she begged for sleep. Pacing with a sharp edge of impatience when he allowed her to see Elise for the barest moments, pulling her screaming child away at the first sign she was finished nursing.
Lee had smiled at her anger, laughed in the face of her protective rage. Then he had hauled Quinn back into the bedroom and threw her across the end of the bed. Fucking her from behind like an animal until she’d passed out only to be woken again when he arranged her spread out on the bed.
Now as she continued to twitch and groan, he rolled them over to pin her under his weight. Pushing her into the bed until she could do little more than wheeze and batter his sides with weak fists.
“Hush, pet,” Lee said, voice little more than a rumble as he pressed his face into her neck. Scenting her, he breathed in deep over and again, growling with each exhale.
“Please… please, I can’t.” Quinn went limp, fading into the destroyed nest as he pushed her head aside.
