Her Lycan Lover (19 page)

His erection pulsed inside his pants, so swollen he was seconds away from an explosive orgasm. He moved his hand down between her satin smooth legs. Caressed over her panties, across the moist heat until her scent of arousal lifted into the air. He inhaled her fragrance, nearly lapping at the air as the carnal scent of his mate tattooed his brain. From this moment on—he’d recognize only Sherry as the female to claim.

As though she sensed his nearly out of control hunger, she released his hair. “I want to feel you up against me.” Her voice was heavy, coming out low and unusually alluring. Perfect to his wolf senses, and his crown throbbed harder. He trailed his hands down her waist, inhaling deeply as her nipples peaked inside her bra.

“My exact thoughts,” he growled. His hands worked his zipper, lowering it and then his jeans. He stepped free of his shoes and clothing, unabashed by the rock-hard erection he sported.

“You’re a gorgeous man. I’ve never seen you in wolf form. Will you show me?”

He desired to bite down on her lips—he couldn’t tell if she were teasing. “For you, if that is your wish. Now is not the time to discuss anything other than how deep you could take my thrusts.” He climbed onto the bed, pulling her body down against the pillows. He kept reminding himself they had as long as he desired.

Reaching for her, he halted as she took hold of his hands. “Let me.” She opened her bra by the clasp at the front.

“Jesus, I’ve waited to see you naked.” He cupped the under swell of her tits, thumbing her rose colored nipples. Her skin was creamy to his touch. Maddening. He lowered his head, and took the tip of her breast into his mouth, causing her to arch against him. The feel of her flesh against his tongue left him reeling. He placed his palm flat on her ribcage, guiding her back to the mattress.

Her sensitive nipples beaded with his kisses, and he alternated between her breasts, capturing one nipple while he rolled the other between his fingers. Her body quivered under his hand. Erotic and too enticing to the wolf in him to resist a moment longer.

“Quinn,” she moaned as he ran his palm over her taut belly, dipping lower and struck his finger over metal.

“You’re the fairest of the fair and pierced.” The sight of her bellybutton ring twinkling had his chest constricting. He swirled his fingers around her naval and she began rotating her hips in a sensual motion. Damn, what it would feel like if he could get her to straddle him with these enchanting movements.

His fingers hooked her panties and he began to slowly slide them off her hips, deliberately taking his time. This he enjoyed, delighting in the dilation of her pupils, the gasp of her breath, the quickening of her pulse as he continued pulling her knickers down her smooth, lovely legs.

Gazing down at her, he feasted upon the tiny triangle of blue black hair between her legs. “You’re her. Damn, I knew you were,” he groaned, tracing her curling hair that wrapped around his finger. His heart pounded as his mind-blowing hunger for her shot out of control.

“I couldn’t tell you. It sounded all too strange.”

“Give yourself to me.” He pressed his hands over her thighs, using the more than ample pressure until she opened her knees for him, and he caught sight of her pink glistening sex. His. All his.

Quinn growled at the back of his throat as he touched her. The forceful sound burst from his lips. He bent down, spreading her legs wider to accommodate his shoulders, and then he pressed his mouth to her. She was slick and sweet on his tongue. He growled possessively, lifting her hips to slide her against his mouth. Kissing her clit, he sucked the pert nub, then licked up and down, savoring her honeyed-warmth. When he pushed the tip of one finger into her, his cock jerked hard. Her silky skin felt fucking amazing.

Sherry clenched tightly around his finger. Her body rippled against his pumping finger wet from her arousal. The sounds she made jetted straight to his balls. Sherry’s scent filled his head, making his cock strain painfully. He growled savagely this time, the sound vibrating his chest. “I need to get inside you. Baby, right now.”

“Quinn.” Her voice was low, a soft whisper. Sherry bit her lip as her gaze dropped to his cock then her alarmed glance bolted upward, meeting his eyes. She rasped her nails down his arms. “You promised.”

“Slow and easy, love.” He wasn’t accustomed to allowing a female to take control. But she wasn’t just some female plaything for the night. “I’d never go back on my word to you. In or out of bed.”

Her lush body lay open to him, and he moved with slow ease, seeking to position himself to take her this first time in such a way to minimize her pain, maximize her pleasure. He moved between her legs, his erection grazed against her wet heat, and they groaned together. Testing, he nudged his cockhead at her warm entrance. Tight as he suspected. He inhaled, aware that he was Lycan large and she was narrow at the hip. Seating his cock inside her would require that he use some leverage and a whole shitload of self-control.

Quinn gritted his teeth as he pushed against her slick sweetness. The need for her went so deep in him, all the way inside his cells; it hurt to be apart from her a second longer.

He nuzzled her neck, kissing and nipping at the skin, searching for the pulse point in which she came undone. Sucking the throbbing flesh, she thrashed and he growled softly. He lifted momentarily and whispered, “Sherry love, there’s no way to prevent…some discomfort.”

“I want to make love with you. Quinn, it doesn’t matter. I need you.”

He nipped harder at her neck, lowering his hips, and took hold of her, drawing her to him. Her soft entrance met his erection, warm and wet, and he pushed forward, tugging her bottom up to meet his forceful thrust. Not far, but he entered her, stretching her flesh around him and she whimpered. The soulful sounds had him grinding his teeth and clenching his jaw until it felt as though he might crack his molars.

Flexing his hips back, he pumped and pushed farther into her tight, hot body. He closed his eyes, the intense pleasure bursting apart, white lightning flashed and exploded in his head. He kissed Sherry’s sweet mouth, taking possession of her entirely. The scent of her intoxicated him, and he had to continue moving.

Quinn opened his eyes, gazing down at her, pulled out of her and she dug her nails into his shoulders. “No. You mustn’t,” she whispered.

“I’m not going anywhere. Except deeper. Wrap your legs around me.” With her breasts grazing his chest, he pressed his thumb against her erect nub as he entered her, pushing his length deeper inside his mate. She called out in pleasure, then a high-pitched cry.

“Shh,” he whispered against her lips. “That’s all. No more pain.”

She clung to him. Sweat beading his hairline, he pushed a few more inches and he was fully inside her. Sherry encircled his length in velvet heat that threatened to shatter his self-control. Finally, she was all his.

“Sweetheart,” she whispered, her voice intimate and his to enjoy. “Please.”

“Baby, now I’ll begin moving. Give us what we need.” Near exploding, but he held back refusing to miss out on this moment. Straightening his arms, he began to glide his hips back and forth, taking it slow and steady inside her. She arched her back, pulling him in deeper and he groaned from the recesses of his being. Every part of him was on fire, ready to consume and be consumed.

He peered down at her. Her wide almond eyes glowed golden in the afternoon light filtering in through the curtains. She began to circle her hips in an ancient swaying dance. No need for words. Her movements spoke a language borne from instinct he suspected, and he answered with another thrust into her, achingly slow this first few times. They moved in synch, their bodies speaking carnally, and he kept a close watch on what she seemed to enjoy. He moved his hands, caressing the insides of her thighs, and pumping his length deeper with each thrust.

Sherry moaned his name, setting him free to take their love making to another level. Her body burned under him, liquid fire, the flames lapped at his core, incinerating his ability to hold back. Sherry’s body began to tremble, more and more until she cried out. He covered her mouth with his only to find she kissed him with an unrestrained hunger, captivating his soul.

Quinn began moving, thrusting into her farther and faster—his desire inciting him in the claim on his mate, forcing him toward the edge where it was Sherry he sought. Her movements were wild and her body was pure heat, singeing every nerve in his being. Over and over, he plunged into her, the sensation erotically molten.

“Are you close?”

“Already there,” she whispered, running her nails down his back.

Sherry melted around him, shimmering softness, pulsations, and then she was squeezing his erection. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, their bodies slick—sliding over each other, and he arched upward, caught in the feeling of pain and pleasure woven together. Electrical bursts ricocheted up his spine unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Grinding his hips up against his mate, he jetted and shouted her name, filling the empty spaces in the bedroom and beyond.

His release hit him explosively and rocketed from him on his way to claim Sherry entirely. His mouth was on her neck, sucking and biting, sinking his canines into her flesh. Locking onto her. In shuddering waves, they both rode over a cliff, she yelling his name. In response, a timeless declaration arose from his soul, filling his chest until a low howl sweltered within his throat. The words crouched on his tongue, he let them go—the sentiment he’d carried for a thousand years. Finally true. “Mine. Forever, mine,” spilled from his lips.

Yesterday they’d spent the rest of the afternoon exploring each other’s body. Quinn now knew every centimeter of her skin. After having slept all night, they ate a leisurely breakfast. Sherry’s dreams were vivid, filled with erotic images, so tempting she felt her face heat in remembering them. All filled with Quinn. The things he did made it hard to breathe even now.

Walking around the property hand in hand, Quinn had been all business. Serious while inspecting the gate entrance, and then he’d let a work crew in after carefully screening them. The men were working on the lighting, installing alloy filters that would prevent Fae from coming within ten feet of the house as long as there was electricity. The Fae never learned to manipulate weapons composed of metal, but with plastic explosives that could change rapidly. Seelie and Unseelie, beings from another realm within the Fae courts, had never become accustomed to the various metals found on Earth. Quinn recounted his experience with them and explained ways to stay safe from the Fae should she ever come into direct contact. Who knew a handful of dirt could be so powerful.

So far, she had never observed one
face-to-Fae
outside the ley line. According to Quinn, Fae were eradicated by coming into contact with steel, silver, titanium. Over time, they managed to find tin and some forms of bronze ore acceptable, leaving them with an affinity for deteriorating greenish copper or brittle tin as weaponry.

Fae preferred magick over anything tangible. They possessed a unique skill set. Their power to manipulate thoughts and volitions was strong and getting stronger.

“We can try and ward the street, if you’d like,” Sherry said, hoping to lighten his somber mood.

Quinn ran his knuckle along her jaw. “I was thinking about calling Tristen and Fin.”

She thought about how the Den staff would react to Quinn and her being involved. “Do you think it’ll be a problem that we’re… I don’t even know how to classify it. Dating?”

He snorted. “We’re not dating. You’re mine. Unequivocally. Besides, no one would care. More often than not, mated shifters maintain close ties. Working with a mate is more the norm than not.”

“Shifter normalcy is good?”

“We could try that category as long as its shifter normalcy that includes me fucking you wherever and whenever I please. I love the feel of you wrapped around me and I won’t hide what we’ve got. This was the first time in years I’ve slept somewhat
normal.
”

“Slept? Did we actually sleep much?” She smiled, curling her hands around his muscular bicep. “I’ll need to travel, go back to my house.”

She hadn’t fully recovered from the spelling. And that worried her. The Fae would easily know of her existence given her experience with the ley and if they were coming for her, then it was Quinn who might be in the gravest danger and therein lay her worry. She had a strong talisman hidden away that would assist in conjuring. No wonder the Sisterhood didn’t use her on important projects. One casting circle and ley line repairs had her exhausted.

If they saw her in her present state, she doubted they would ever consider her worthy of moving up to a level four. So far the repairs she completed on the shield were holding. If there were any tears, an edgy irritation would creep under her skin. Up to now,
nada
.

“Not unless I’m with you. And no, we didn’t actually sleep much. Don’t plan on doing that in the days to come, regardless if the gates of hell blast open. I’ve waited for you for a lifetime and intend on relishing each moment we have together.” He spoke possessively, moving his hands down her body to her hips. “This isn’t raunchy, down and dirty sex.”