Shehatedit.
Despised the man who leaned over her back to push the vibration of his growls into her. The way he shunted inside of her, the angle of his hips aligned to perfection. Hands sliding up from her breasts with a final tweak to her sensitive nipples, he gripped her shoulders to jerk Quinn back into every violent thrust.
The torment centered in her chest ripped free. As heat and tension sizzled beneath her skin, it howled. A desolate sound, a thing pushed into madness. Confusion tried to rip her from the rising tide of pleasure sweeping her up, crackling across her synapses.
She thought for a moment she had made the sound, but Lee gave no indication anything was different. Only snarled and set his teeth against her throat when Quinn’s hands stuttered over the gleaming desk, pushing at the violent unknown.
Rage fueled, insane, it filled her head. Her senses. Even as the Alpha wrenching her up, pinning her to his chest, drove her to the edge with hard, jerky thrusts.
Close enough she could taste it, Quinn slapped her hands to her mouth to silence the shrill scream as she unraveled. The shock of release was excruciating as it exploded under her skin. Pulsed through her veins with the hammering of her heart. Her pussy contracted, fluttering over the male as he slammed into her with a series of frenzied jerks before the knot was shoved in.
She was still screaming, eyes wide, unseeing. Squeezing the knot lodged inside of her, pulling every thick spurt of come from the Alpha filling her. Drawing it deep inside her body.
There on her tongue, the hint of chilis and chocolate and blood.
Chapter 2
Shivering so hard her teeth rattled, Quinn huddled in the shadow of Lee’s embrace. Legs spread wide over his thighs as he sat in a comfortable wingback, her hips groaning with the strain, she could not force words past the tremble of her lips.
Throat strangled with confusion, she wheezed. Panic surged, battering her heart into a trebling rhythm that countered all the Alpha’s soothing touches. The sound that only she seemed to be able to hear was growing fainter with every creamy surge Lee shot in her, but the taste of another remained.
Dark, rich chocolate with the hint of chilis to make her lips and tongue tingle. A spicy scent she shouldn’t have been able to discern.
Not until Lee grabbed her wrist, the delicate bones shifting and grinding, did she realize he was angry. Snarling her name, a bitter edge to his words as he demanded she look at him. Physical pain doing what his gentle rumbling could not, Quinn snapped from the tumultuous fog to blink over her shoulder at the infuriated Alpha.
“What have you done,” Lee hissed, a jerky nod indicating her front.
Movement taking an age as her synapses realigned, neurons transmitting in slow motion, she looked down.
Her chest was a mess of weeping crimson. Garish against the cold pallor of her skin, the shallow cuts crisscrossed between her breasts. Her hand performed a lazy arc, fingers wiggling through the air as she inspected the bright red staining the fancy blue her nails had been painted.
“You’re going to see Hadler.” Stiff arms pulled her tight to his chest, bulging muscle pinning her arms to her sides. The resonance he offered was perfunctory, nothing warm in the deep breadth of the vibrations.
“He can’t help me.”
“What’s wrong with you?”
It was more of a growl than real words, but Quinn understood. Folding away that part of herself, tucking it into the back of her mind, she gave a soft hum and snuggled back into Lee. Petting at his thighs where she could reach, she reassured.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, turning her head to lick the salt from his skin, gracing him with a complacent smile as she tasted him. “It’s just with the baby due soon…”
There was no need to finish the thought. Lee became doting, possessive. Protective. He might not want her, at least not to keep, but no Alpha could keep an Omega and not succumb to those instincts. No sane Alpha, anyhow. Hiding the revulsion that skittered up her spine by rocking her hips in tiny increments, she gave him a hopeful look over her shoulder.
“I have a meeting.” Gruff and impatient as his voice might have been, he wanted more as much as she needed it. As the knot shrank, their combined fluids flooding from her, he remained hard and thick inside of her.
Quinn quirked a single pale eyebrow as she wriggled her arms free. Swiping at the slick mess between her thighs, she brought her fingers up to her mouth. Brazen, she stuck three fingers in her mouth and groaned as she sucked the creamy fluid from them. Let him see her unabashed pleasure, how much she needed it. Lee growled low in his throat, eyes fixed on her fingers as she drew them out and pushed them back in at a slow crawl. His hands tightened over her hips, thumbs digging into the small of her back as he began to shift her weight. Forward, back. Quinn gasped, shoving her hand against her leaking pussy to gather more.
“Quick now, play with your clit, pet.”
As he raised and lowered her on his cock, setting a swift pace that would drive them both to the edge, Quinn stared at the bank of windows on the other side of the room. Making the appropriate noises, pussy fluttering and clenching as she abandoned it to do what it did best, she struggled to remember the exact flavor of a man she shouldn’t even be thinking about.
It was easy to replace the soft hands on her hips with ones that had been callused despite his wealth. To hear the perfect register of a purr, the licentious depth of a growl, in Lee’s rumblings. The scent of dark, smoky things was smothered under the memory of something decadent and rich and exhilarating.
Fingers dancing over her swollen clit, smearing thick fluids over plump flesh, it took almost no time at all for Quinn to reach the brink. Back arched, one hand to her mouth to stifle her moans and shrieks, threads of pleasure drew everything tight.
Lee muffled a quiet roar against her shoulder, his teeth grazing scarred flesh.
Imagining someone altogether different, she came with him.
