Raking her nails down his back made him grunt, the final push a delirious jolt to her senses. Except he resumed his slow pace. Cupping the back of his neck, she eased forward, rubbing the hard points of her nipples against his chest. Ran the flat of her tongue up his throat to lick away the droplets of water clinging to his skin. He faltered with every attempt she made and yet returned to his slow thrusts each time.
“Stop that,” he said through an ominous growl, baring his teeth as he snapped at her when she fisted inky locks and clenched around him when he bottomed out.
Flinching from the darkness in his eyes, Quinn crumpled against the tiles. Made herself small and averted her gaze to the wide expanse of his chest.
“I don’t want to hurt you, little bird.” Groaning, Tobias set his forehead to her crown. Sucked in deep breaths through his mouth as if he strained against a force too great to be denied.
“It’s okay.”
“No.”
“You’re not going to hurt me,” Quinn said, raking her nails down his chest in a bid to give the timid quality of her voice more truth than lie.
When he remained still, Quinn dared to growl. Jostled in his grip until Tobias let her slip down the length of his body, standing aside when Quinn walked with cautious steps from the shower. Buffing her skin dry, she looked over her shoulder at the Alpha standing torn under the spray of water. Vibrating with a tension she could ease if he’d just let her control the exchange.
With a slow curve of her lips, she danced forward a handful of steps. Eyes rounding when he stalked from the shower, coming to such a quick halt before he gave true chase that he rocked forward. Nibbling at her lower lip, Quinn clutched the towel to her chest, hiding away most of the body he stared at with such avid need she felt it crackle across her skin in heated waves. With a breathless giggle to expend her nerves, she tossed the towel at him and hurried from the bathroom.
The sound he made was dangerous, but that was part of the game. Launching herself onto the bed, she was ready when he chased her down. Following a moment later, landing hard enough Quinn’s body bounced as the springs rebounded her smaller weight.
She didn’t give him time to dissect the situation, to come to his right mind and rethink what he was about to do. Legs spreading wide, she invited him in. Cupping his throbbing cock and guiding him inside of her, offering him her low sounds of need when he remained seated at her entrance.
That first thrust hurt. Punching deep inside, driving the air from her lungs in a hard grunt that ended on a whine. Squirming beneath his bulk as rough hands gripped and pulled, she tried to ease the strain. Bit her lips hard when he did it again to muffle her cry.
Able to draw a true breath when he came to a full stop, he stared down at her with wide eyes that were clearing of the lustful haze too soon for her tastes. Quinn bared her teeth and shoved at his chest. Amazed when he rolled off of her, falling to the side on his back.
Not to plan, but it would do.
Climbing on top of him with enough speed to surprise but not enough to startle, Quinn straddled his hips. Slid her pussy against his cock before angling to take him inside. Sitting hard to take him even deeper. They both groaned when she rolled her hips in a tight circle, clenching around his throbbing length to make it that much tighter.
“Quinn—”
“I know. I get it. Just lay back,” she whispered against the fluttering pulse under his jaw. Tucking her ankles over his thighs, she pushed up. “Just enjoy it, sweetheart.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, fingers clenching hard over the shelf of her hips. “Say it again.”
Quinn bit her lip, realizing what she’d called him. The term of endearment slipped over her tongue twice now, and she hadn’t given it a second thought. Tears tried to burn the back of her eyes as a ragged layer of vicious, murky darkness peeled away. Leaving her a little more scarred, a little less weighted as she braced her palms against his chest and felt the unsteady tremor of his heart hammering against her hands.
“Let me make you feel good, sweetheart,” Quinn said, rising and then lowering her weight in a slow glide. Lashes fluttering, she let her breath out in a lusty sigh. “Just relax and let me do this for you.”
Low moan edging into a vicious growl, fingertips bruised soft flesh as he held onto her. Quinn started moving with slow, steady rolls of her hips, a part of her waiting for his control to crack and splinter beneath her careful sways. Still he let her control it.
With hooded eyes she watched the turmoil slipping across the planes of his features. The grim line of his lips, ruining the fullness she wanted to lick and nip. Humming low in her throat she leaned forward and did just that. Earned herself a sound that made goosebumps prickle the backs of her arms as the urge to run twisted up the length of her spine. Shoving the trembling need aside, she pushed against his chest. Leveraged her weight back as she sat down hard enough their skin clapped together and a cry spilled between her parted lips.
“Don’t you like this,” she asked, words tangling on a moan as her thighs worked. Lifting her weight to then plummet, the sound of their clapping flesh loud in the tense silence.
“Yes.” Single syllable curt, it still resonated with enough danger to belie the placid way he lay under her.
“Liar.” She moved faster, taking his thick length deep enough to steal her breath. Moving her hands to her breasts, she mounded soft flesh. Pinched their stiff points and added a twist that sent her head rolling back against her shoulders. Watching him through the narrow slits of her lashes, one hand traveled south. Sliding along soft skin, she moved slow enough to capture his attention. Waited until his focus became absolute before pushing her fingers against her pussy. Splitting her folds, a flash of rich pink meeting his hungry gaze.
“Careful…”
“Mm, feels so good.”
Tongue sliding over his lips, the predatory gleam in the deep green of his gaze caught her. Held her in its thrall as she plunged her fingers between slick lips to rub a fast circle over her clit. The sudden spark of sensation crackling along her nerves adding an involuntary twitch to her hips as she landed on his thighs.
“Don’t you like this pussy?” Shaky breaths heaved into starving lungs, Quinn shivered under her own pleasurable assault. Rocking her hips, she forced his girth to stretch her open again and again. Added on a moan, “Don’t you want to fuck it good and knot it hard?”
“Quinn, enough,” Tobias groaned, gripping her hips hard enough to make them ache. Pulling at her weight with the next swift descent. Giving a subtle rock of his hips to add a delirious taste of pain to the motion.
