He moved her body around with ease until Quinn clung to him with arms and legs. She squirmed against his front, seeking some kind of friction against the flushed wetness centered between her thighs as he gripped her ass. Pulling at her, he angled his first thrust with perfect accuracy.
Head rolling across her shoulders, Quinn moaned at the ceiling as he filled her. Forcing her to stretch around his thickness while he attacked her neck with lurid kisses. She was beyond wet, slick dripping from her as he eased inside.
The fertility drugs might make her feel so sick she couldn’t eat, but they did their job well. Each day they pushed her a little closer to a heat, pumping hormones into her blood. Each simple act became something more, her body responding to the virile Alpha and his potent scent. Combined with the warm molasses sludge of her mind when he was near, she became pure instinct.
All other thought vanished under his onslaught. Only the feel of him, his taste ripe on her tongue, mattered now. The worries and hurts of moments ago were lost under his rich growl as his hands pulled her tight, jerking her hips that last inch to take all of him.
He didn’t let gravity do his work for him. Gripping her ass, he moved Quinn up and down his length with the speed and roughness her body craved from him. The sounds of their sex were muffled by their clothes, but they made up for it with growls and whimpers. Near feral in her need for him, Quinn raked her nails across his back, pulling at his hair when she demanded his lips.
A stuttering cry tumbled past her lips as Tobias shifted his angle, grinding her clit against the fabric of his pants. Soaked through with her slick, the fine weave became rough. The perfect amount of sensation to plunge her deep into her pleasure. Silken bands of it wove their way through her veins, a shimmering wave under her skin that pooled low in her stomach.
“Please,” Quinn panted against his neck, teeth scraping at his collar as she strained to press her lips to the hidden ring of scarred flesh. The primal need to see her mark upon his skin, to feel the salty span of it against her tongue, overwhelmed her.
Tobias groaned against her, tearing at his tie and buttons to free his shoulder for her. Letting Quinn work her hips in wild jerks, he managed to get loose enough of the constraining clothing to give her what she wanted.
The sound she made was a near scream of unadulterated joy. Mouth fixed to the small red ring that was still healing, Quinn licked and sucked at his salty flesh with animal like groans.
“Yes, my little one. Yours,” Tobias moaned against her ear, lowering them to the floor so he could gain the leverage he needed. Slamming his hips into the cradle of her thighs, offering the brutal tempo that would see her screaming his name.
Jolts of pleasure shuddered up her spine, pulling it into a painful arch as it wound through her limbs. The aching pulse dove low into her belly before zipping straight to her thundering heart. It was so much more than sex. Not an orgasm as she’d ever experienced it now. Ragged and fierce, it seared its way through the bond, doubling as they each fed from the other.
Her low whine and bared teeth announced the impending fall. Legs hooked over his flanks, Quinn arched and bucked, struggling for the final moment of perfect oblivion. Her very bones ached with the need to have him fill her again, this time where it was supposed to be. Deep inside, knot locked tight within her, filling her in every way.
“Oh, Gods,” Tobias stammered, the brilliant green of his eyes hidden behind scrunched lids as he shuddered. Fingers flexing over her shoulders, he pulled her into every thrust. Careless of the way the thick rug abraded their skin, he aimed to give Quinn exactly what she wanted.
Mouth falling open, a silent scream began deep within. It trailed its way up through her body, setting off a maelstrom of sensations under her skin. Explosions of pleasure, so exquisite it ached, crackled beneath her sternum.
“Sir, the car is waiting.”
Tobias shouted something incoherent, shoving her away. One moment utter bliss waited a feather’s breadth away, the next she was panting on the rug, spread wide and shivering as Tobias jerked his clothing into place.
“I’ll be there in a moment.” Voice rough, a near snarl as he kept his back turned from the door leading to the foyer, Tobias continued to fuss with his shirt.
Making sure his shoulder was well covered and that none could see her claim.
Without warning, her lower lip began to quiver. Tears burned the back of her eyes, spilling out to rain down flushed cheeks before she could even think to try to hold them back.
He didn’t want anyone to know. For all his talk about her place with him, how she was his mate, he wouldn’t let anyone see what he’d made her do.
He was ashamed.
Evading his reaching hands was easy with him still distracted. Crawling around the table while she scrambled to her feet, Quinn careened past Curtis as she raced towards the stairs. She made it halfway up before the first sob tore free from her chest.
She didn’t know why disappointment slithered dark and slimy through her thoughts as Curtis held Tobias back. There was no way she wanted him to come to her now. Not while the fresh hurt still simmered under her skin alongside the vicious tangle of her aborted need.
Wiping at her face with furious palms did nothing to stop the tide of tears as she slumped into the corner of the bedroom. Stupid to think of his room as a place of safety, but it was where her feet led her in the moment of blind emotion. There was nothing of her there, not even the nest made from her choice of fabrics or colors but from what he gave her.
As the simmering heat in her veins subsided and clarity resumed its cold watch, Quinn released a shaky sigh. It was easier when he wasn’t near, and she would swear she could feel him moving further and further away. Like walking away from a roaring bonfire into the arctic chill, her thoughts became her own once more.
Fingers running in idle passes over the thick scars littering her abdomen, Quinn gave the floor a blank stare and went through the litany of reasons why she needed to remain strong. To fight harder when he came to her like that, berating herself for succumbing each and every time like an idiot.
There was little warning before her stomach heaved, twisting in a slimy somersault.
Shoving away from the wall, Quinn dashed towards the bathroom with her hand clamped over straining lips. Crashing to the cold tiles, she leaned over the toilet just in time.
Chapter Two
Groaning as she lay curled up on the floor, one hand keeping the abused organ of her stomach in place, Quinn tried not to cry. At least not any more than she already had.
