“Those are fine,” Quinn mumbled to her knees. It was her fault, that something that lingered chill and wretched in the air. It had no place there, she knew it, but the careless words had brought them back and there was no warm glow to hide them in. Disbelief warred with satisfaction that it never would again.
“You don’t like them.”
“I don’t like a lot of things, Tobias.”
His reply little more than a grunt, the tension riddling his body looked painful. As he turned to leave, Quinn caught his hand. Stared in fascination as she twined her fingers through his and gave a careful tug. Even more surprised when he gave in, coming closer though he loomed. Pride kept him upright, wouldn’t let him bend his knees to lower to her level. That was fine, though. She didn’t need that just now.
“I like other things,” she said, voice pitched low. She’d never be seductive, couldn’t add the husky tones that dripped pure sex to her words. Leaning forward, she nuzzled his hip. Let her lips travel a path downwards one open mouthed kiss at a time until the unabated swell of his cock nestled against her cheek. “A lot, actually.”
“Quinn…” Fingers tangling in thick curls, he tipped her head back to see her face. Furrowed brow darkening his gaze, thumb ghosting over her cheek, he held her still. Too much lay unspoken in his gaze.
“They’re fine. For now. You’re going to let me pick new ones though.”
“Are you suggesting the trade of that sweet little mouth for sheets?” Putting on a disgruntled air, he shook his head with dark eyebrows crowding together.
“Among other things,” Quinn said through a quiet hum, wriggling free of his hold to place a hard kiss against his fly. Blind fingers fumbling with his belt, she licked over the soft fabric of his trousers. Giggle breathless when his cock throbbed against her tongue, she moved faster.
“We’ll discuss your methods—”
“Tobias, shut up.” Quinn nipped at his thigh as she managed to get the belt free. Zipper down in a flash, fingers curling into the waist of his pants, she dragged it down to his knees. Satisfaction swelling somewhere under her heart, a delight she didn’t quite understand invaded her senses as her hands closed over the proud length of him.
For once, he listened. Kept his mouth shut until her lips closed over the swollen crown to lap up the spoils of his excitement. He couldn’t hold back his low moan then.
Tongue sliding over swollen flesh, Quinn hummed her pleasure. The rough strokes he enjoyed most brought more of that potent fluid to her, swallowed down where it coated the back of her throat. Chilies and chocolate invading her alongside the intense musk of an excited Alpha.
Her Alpha.
The thought startled Quinn, her moment’s pause interrupted by rough fingers pushing her head down. Hands clenched tight against her scalp, Tobias forced her a few precious inches further. Bumped the back of her throat with a pump of his hips.
Instead of gasping and choking, she swallowed against the urge. Working her tongue against the thick veins running up his length, she pulled more of him in. She couldn’t manage it all just then, no matter how he thrust and squirmed above her, but she twisted her fists around his cock. Pumped him to the same easy rhythm she bobbed her head when he let her up enough to gasp for air through her nose.
Lips overflowing with the taste of him, Quinn whined low in her throat. Each heavy mouthful she swallowed made her blood sing, simmering along in her veins until her whole body burned. Sucking harder, his groans and murmurs of praise became a heady undertone to it all.
Even when he bucked and snarled some curse, hand heavy on the back of her head, she didn’t stop. Suppressed the reflex to gag when he slipped down her throat and squeezed his cock with a wringing twist. Urging him to continue. Hair twisted up into his fingers, he began to guide her. Moving her faster, easing further in with every short pump until he breached the tight ring of her throat with every forward lunge, stopping himself from hilting his cock. Fucking her mouth with solicitous care.
Quinn moaned as the knot began to swell at his base. Small fingers twisting, kneading at the thickening length, she coaxed him to come. Pleaded with a swirl of her tongue as he withdrew before plunging deep.
Tipping her head back with a moan, she lengthened the line of her throat and gazed up at him with blown pupils. High on his taste, his scent, she mimicked the fluttering ripple her orgasm would give him. The intense massage caused the knot to swell, growing in rapid pulses beneath her palms.
Roaring above her, he caught and held her eyes. Gritted his teeth as he withdrew to his tip. Flooding her mouth with thick spurts that she couldn’t swallow fast enough. Creamy rivulets trickling over swollen lips and her chin, staining her chest.
Purring her contentment as the initial rush abated, Quinn licked and sucked at his cock. Gathered up every spilled drop and licked them both clean as he watched on in a wondrous fascination.
Falling heavy to his knees, he shoved Quinn back onto the couch. Her squawk of dismay ignored as he slung her leg over the arm, hands spreading her wide. Head lowered, he licked down the trembling length of her thigh.
“My turn.”
Tobias wasted no time with teasing. Lips capturing the throbbing nub of her clit, he sucked hard on the bundle of nerves. Flicking his tongue in rapid time over it as he gave her the edge of his teeth. A kiss of pain amid all the pleasure.
Her squeal of surprise drowned in the ragged moan that tumbled free of her lips when his fingers thrust inside. Fingertips scraping against that special spot he knew all too well with that first rough glide. The slick flowing from her pussy made thick, wet noises as he rocked his hand back and forth.
Fingers tangling in his dark hair, Quinn whined and pulled him tighter. Leg hooking around his shoulder to dig her heel into the bunching muscles, she writhed under his delicious ministrations. Tried to buck when he gave her clit a series of hard nips. His free hand came down hard in the cradle of her hips, pinning her to the couch. Forcing her to take the pleasure winding up her spine. The molten strands weaving through trembling muscle as she jostled and cried out.
Abandoning her clit to make long licks around his fingers, his vicious growl vibrated through tender flesh. Making her gasp and twitch. As he swallowed her down, the restraint of his violence frayed. Fingers thrusting in swift, jerky movements, he shoved her up the steep cliff. Dragged her towards the precipice with a delirious assault of lips and tongue and teeth.
Feeling his control crumble through the bond that beat against the cage of her ribs intensified everything. The warmth pooling low in her hips spread in crushing pulses. A heat that flushed her skin, coating her in a shimmering veneer of sweat. Head thrashing against the soft cushions, she battered her heels against his back. Forced his head tight between her thighs with fists twisting the inky strands of his hair.
“Come for me, little bird,” he snapped at her between furious licks.
