“L-Lee,” Quinn choked out around the suffocating sobs, frantic fingers tugging, pulling at Ilya’s shirt. Actions desperate in a way that could lead down a multitude of paths, she hoped he only saw the lurking terror.
“He did this to you?”
“Told you! I told you!” Quinn screamed into the thick line of his neck, shuddering.
“Shh,kiska. It is all right. It will be all right.” Ilya tried to purr, the sound more snarl than comfort as he pushed Quinn against the wall. Forcing her to still, his fingers were downright hesitant to touch the smeared crimson staining her skin.
“It’s not!” She began to struggle then, letting the ever present agony holed up under her sternum free. Let it swallow her up as she scraped her nails over her chest, digging at the worming sensation lodged there as if she could pry it out with her fingers. Vision tunneling, Quinn thought she might have let it go too far.
Ilya brought her back to the moment, slamming her back against the wall with a purr so loud and deep, she would have been surprised if the whole house hadn’t heard it. There was comfort there, to be sure, but she needed him blinded by his passions, not trying to soothe her.
“No! No, it’s wrong, it’s all wrong,” Quinn keened as she shoved and kicked, squirming against the unrelenting bulk of him to be free. Baring her teeth in a snarl, she punched at his face, reaching for his eyes.
The briefest glimpse of chilling blue sent a ragged jolt of victory through her veins. Adrenaline pumping, it gave new strength to watery limbs as she fought.
Mad. He thought her totally insane. Perhaps even that Lee had broken her. Now she just needed Ilya to play the part she’d directed him to.
He didn’t make her wait long.
With an ease that might have been startling in other circumstances, Ilya turned the comforting purr to a vicious call. It demanded her body’s reaction, insisted on her compliance. Left her no room to breathe as he tumbled them to the floor. Keeping his chest flush to her, blocking clawing fingers and pushing the deep sound into her body, Ilya maneuvered his hand between them. Trousers falling away, he stroked his cock once before slapping it against her mound. Knees driving between Quinn’s thighs, he forced her open to slide his hard shaft between her lips. Pushing his face into her neck, he growled again and shoved his cock into her pussy, hilted in one agonizing thrust.
Quinn screamed as he settled inside of her. Massive palm covering her mouth, he muffled her sounds as he began to move. Working his hips in cruel, snapping jerks, the quiet calm Ilya always presented fell away.
“You will know who you belong to,kiska,” Ilya husked, lips against her ear as he forced her wider, pushed deeper until his cock pounded against her cervix with every painful roll of his hips.
Quinn could only wail against Ilya’s hand, eyes squeezing shut. Let images of Kahler flood her mind, of his rich call, the depth of his purrs that had never failed to leave her limp and compliant in his arms. Felt the rush of slick, the wet slap of flesh loud as Ilya’s movements became smooth and slippery. She pictured dark green eyes, bright green flames that devoured her when she lay under him. Remembered the feel of calloused hands as they played her body with utter perfection.
Then it came. Rich, decadent, spicy and exhilarating. Chilies and chocolate flooded her tongue on the flat iron taste of blood. Not her own, the subtle smoky flavor of Ilya trying to invade her senses. Her teeth dug into his palm, tongue lapping at the thin trickle as she groaned and arched into his next brutal thrust.
Unadulterated bliss coursed through her veins as she pictured Kahler above her. Felt the coarseness of his stubbled cheek against her neck, rasping down to her chest. Too large hands enfolding her hips brought her into every forward drive, forcing more of that delicious thickness deep inside. Quinn shuddered and moaned under the violent assault, clinging to the male as she begged for more with every impatient twitch of her hips.
“You feel so good, Quinn,” Ilya rumbled through the prolonged growl. Fingers clenching around her, he bruised pale flesh as he attacked her breasts with mouth and tongue. Scraping the edge of his teeth over the taut points of her breasts, lapping in wild fits to make her moan again. “Made for my cock.”
Quinn snarled, baring her teeth at the much larger Alpha. He was ruining the image in her head with his talk, his scent not the one she craved. Shoving her fingers into his hair, she tugged hard. Made her need known when she keened as soon as his mouth closed over her breast. Sucking lips and sharp teeth drove her higher. He didn’t bite hard enough, didn’t push that edge of pain into her pleasure that she wanted.
Losing herself in the moment, in the instincts running wild for the one she imagined, Quinn began to struggle. Fought against the Alpha’s hold, growling and kicking. Bit his lips when he pressed them to hers. Screamed when he shoved too deep, too fast, crushing her with his full weight as he slammed into her.
“You will take it,kiska. You’ll take my cock like you were made to. You’ll squeeze my knot and milk it for every fucking drop,” Ilya said through a menacing growl. Grabbed her wrists with ease and pinned them above her head as his other arm wrapped around her hips. Hauling her up onto his thighs, keeping her imprisoned, forcing her to take every last inch of him.
Back arched, Quinn’s scream was raw, feral. Legs kicking, body jostling, it was difficult to tell if she was trying to get away or get more. It didn’t matter. He made her take it. Forced her to be still as he angled her just so, grinding the swollen crown against that special spot. Pushed the air from her lungs with each vicious thrust that bottomed out.
Pleasure slid up her spine, tangling around the vertebrae until only her shoulders scraped across the plush carpet. Desperate twitches of her hips urged the Alpha on, her low cries pleading as he swiveled his hips. Jagged, painful, she heard the perfect rumble deep in her soul. It pulsed from her chest in fiery surges, mingling with pleasure that washed through her with every forward lunge Ilya made.
Gasping between grunts and moans, Quinn’s head thrashed against the carpet. It built and built, a teetering maelstrom held back by the thinnest layer of control. She could smell him, feel his anger rattling in her chest. Eyes snapping open, she tried to focus on the blue eyed menace above her, to suck in deep breaths of the incredible contradiction of Ilya’s scent, but it was no use.
It was Kahler all around her. Inside her. He invaded every minuscule cell until all she knew was him. His rage fueled her pleasure, twisted and manic. Rocketing through her in an explosion of sensation. Quinn screamed, unseeing but for the vivid green of his eyes that seemed to swallow her whole. Took her in and mangled her senses. Destroyed everything that was her.
His roar pounded against her eardrums, deafening. Obscene in its anger, its desire, its broken need. She didn’t even hear her scream as it joined in. The jolt of hips meeting, the aching rush of a thick cock demanding, pulsing, burrowing deep inside of her. Kahler’s green, green eyes were all she knew.
The rhythmic contractions of her pussy drew the Alpha in. Squeezed the throbbing shaft until the male groaned. Fluttering around the heavy girth of him until each powerful stroke pummeled her insides. Utter perfection as white hot bliss crackled through her veins. Fireworks of sensation shimmering under her skin.
She soared.
The faint swell of the knot worked at her entrance. Forcing her wide, wider. Arm wrapped tight around her hips, Ilya pulled her onto his cock one last time and roared against her shoulder. The knot expanded. Filled her up to the point of pain. Sent her higher through the agonizing pleasure that crashed through her in ever jagged waves.
Vision fading to black, Quinn sobbed as the first pulse of white heat flooded her. Squeezing, a vice of slick flesh locked the male deep.
Quinn groaned as her eyes fluttered open. Pinned against the floor, the rug scraped against abraded flesh, a stabbing sensation that made her hiss. Ilya’s growl was quiet, a gentle warning when she tried to shift. One she didn’t heed soon enough.
