Page 26 of Quintus

“I’m not a human. I’ve been on my own for a long time…you can’t just expect me to take orders…”

“But that is the thing, little one, I do expect.” He leaned toward her, his firm chest brushing her nipples. His lips teased over her collarbone and she sighed, her back flattening against the cool tiles. “I’ll teach you. Is this what you want?”

“Quintus…it’s not in my nature…”

“Ah, ah, ah.” He sniffed her skin, taking in her delicious scent. “I disagree. You’re wolf. Your submission will be mine.”

“I…” she began to protest but instantly went silent as he dragged his tongue over her neck.

“Tell me you want this, Gabriella.” Although he knew he’d just fed, her blood called to him, but he denied their true connection. There was no way the Goddess would send him a wolf. He’d fuck her out of his system, sating his hunger, he lied to himself.

“You and I…” Her fingers grazed his chest, reminding him that her wild nature was in need of taming.

“I’m going to fuck you right here. Tomorrow we’ll figure out the rest.” His palm drifted between her breasts and down onto her stomach.

“Quintus, please.” As his fingers delved between her legs, she sighed, her head lolling back against the tiles.

“Tell me you want this.” His dick went rock hard as he teased his fingers inside her slick sheath.

“I…that feels so…” Her fingers gripped his shoulders as he stroked inside her.

“But pet, if we do this, there will be no going back. I want to hear it now. Do you want this? Answer me or I’m going to walk away.” It’d kill him but she needed to do as she was told. For as much power as she held, her impulsivity could get her killed.

“Yeah…I just…please, Quintus.” Her hand moved to grip his shoulder.

“Say it,” he pressed.

“Yes…I want you…I…” Gabriella panted as he withdrew.

The temptation to bite her mounted. Fuck her first, his gut told him. Once he tasted of her during sex, he’d forever be tortured if she didn’t belong to him.

Lust twisted through him as his eyes lingered on hers. The emotion of what she might be to him was too much in the moment. He spun her around, shutting off his feelings. She moaned his name as he bent her forward, kneeing open her legs. He ran his hand down her slippery back, teasing his fingers over her bottom, spreading her cheeks open. A chill ran through him as he stroked his dick, his crown prodding her entrance.

“Keep your hands on the wall.” As he eased inside her sensitive flesh, her magick danced through him and he gave a loud sigh.

“Quintus,” she exhaled, pressing back onto him.

He withdrew and thrust inside her, wrapping his hand around her stomach. His other palm moved to her throat, and he fought the urge to come inside her.

What the fuck? Over a thousand years had gone by and he’d never felt so connected to someone. None of it made sense. The urge to taste her blood surged yet his mind warred against it. He laid his cheek upon her shoulder, his fangs dropping, itching to bite her. Careful not to draw blood, he glided the edges of his fangs over her skin. She moaned in response, her core contracting around his dick.

Don’t bite her. Fuck her. Help her. Leave her be. A wolf, she’ll have a true mate and you’re not it. He’d never been as conflicted in his entire life, his thirst mounting as he fucked her.

Quintus wrapped his hand around her neck, his little witch trusting him as he took control. Fucking hell, she’s submitting. As the pad of his forefinger glided toward her mouth, his strength wavered as her lips sucked it.

“Please. You can bite me. Do it,” she encouraged. Her tongue teased his finger as if it were his cock.

“Jesus Christ, Gabby.” Quintus increased his pace, stroking in and out of her, his fangs burning to slice into her flesh.

“Please, do it. Ah Goddess…I can’t stop…I’m…I’m coming,” she screamed.

Quintus cursed, unable to control himself as his climax slammed into him. He struggled to rein in his primal urge, his fangs retreating as his lips kissed her shoulder. “Holy fuck…I…”

She panted, begging him to bite her as he gave a final thrust, but he restrained himself, refusing to do it. Her emotions plowed through him like a freight train, but as quickly as they’d rushed over him, they ended. Gabriella sealed off her thoughts and Quintus knew for certain he’d have to let her go. He couldn’t bear to fall for a wolf whose mate would wait for her, or lose another woman like he’d lost Mao.

As he eased out of her, she softly moaned, averting her gaze. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder, words failing him in the moment.

“I need a minute,” she whispered, turning her face into the spray.