Quin Page 4

  "If it’s not Kane, then why are you upset?" She made eye contact with a worried expression on her face.

  "I’m not. I feel like you should know something." I cleared my throat. It was time to tell her my biggest secret, but I didn’t know the words to say. There was no reason for me to be ashamed, but what if she thought me less of a man? "I’ve been devoted to you since I was thirteen years old. Like I said, there wasn’t anyone else besides you." I paused, staring at her significantly. Maybe she’d pick up on what I was trying to say.

  Her eyes widened. "Are you a virgin?"

  Okay, just throw it out there, then. "Except for Handgela and Rosy Palm, yes. I’m a virgin."

  Jillian

  I threw my arms around his neck. "I love you."

  The L word was impossible to say to Kane yet, and I felt it for Voss, but not in the same way as my Quinny.

  He wrapped his arms around me, hugging me close as he kissed my neck. "Love you too."

  Melting into him, I whispered, "Thank you."

  "Thank you?" he asked against my ear. "For what?"

  "For being completely, utterly mine. From the moment I was born. Dad said it was twelve hours after?" I pulled back and scanned his face.

  He nodded. "Haven’t left your side since."

  I pressed my mouth against his, grabbing his thighs for leverage as I leaned forward. This was going to be his first time. I had to make sure it was amazing. He cupped my face with his hands as my mouth softened and the kiss deepened.

  Our mouths moved in sync with one another. I slipped my tongue past his lips, tangling it with his. A soft groan escaped him, and I kept moving closer and closer to him until eventually he just pulled me into his lap. I sucked in a breath as I felt his hard length through our clothes. His hands tightened on my hips, his fingers digging into my skin.

  Gods, I was so ready to be fucked by him.

  Breaking the kiss, I studied his desire-drunken state and smiled. "Was that your first kiss?"

  "You’ve kissed me before." He moved his gaze from my eyes to my lips as if wanting more.

  "Not like that."

  He nodded his head. "Then yes, that was my first kiss."

  I sat down on his lap, wrapping my legs around him. "I know you dated in high school. I used to get mad if you spent time away from me."

  "I did, but nobody ever interested me. I actually thought there was something wrong with me until you were older." He smiled at the memory. "Mostly I hung out with people and had casual female friends."

  "So, nothing happened on your few dates? No blow jobs? No hand jobs?" I watched his expression as I asked.

  He rolled his eyes and the corners of his lips lifted. "Nope."

  "I feel like we should start slow, then. Like go to the movies and let me give you a handy in the back row." I tried to keep tease out of my tone, but I failed.

  He laughed, throwing his head back. When he recovered, he slid his hand up my back to fist my hair. "Jillian, I’m thirty-five years old. I have no desire to hide in the back of a movie theater." He pulled my hair to expose my neck, drawing a groan from me. After placing a kiss on my throat, he grabbed the hem of my shirt and lifted it off. "I’ll take hand jobs and blow jobs, and any other kind of job from you, but it’ll come naturally as we grow older together."

  I’d never wanted that, or so I kept telling myself. The thought of growing old with someone, being with them in and out every day for the next hundred-odd years was oppressive. Until I’d met Kane. My mating with my vampire lover had opened my eyes to what I was missing with Quin and Voss. There was so much more to a relationship than just existing together.

  To think I could’ve had a closer relationship with Quin for years before made me feel like I’d wasted too much time. I reached behind me and unclasped my bra, letting it slide down my arms slowly as I watched his face.

  His expression did not disappoint. Hunger filled his eyes as my nipples came into view. He froze, looking like he was about to start salivating. I gently moved his hands to the sides of my breasts, giving him permission to touch and explore my body.

  "Your first time, you probably won’t last very long," I said gently as he softly squeezed me, then rolled my tight nipples between his fingers. "So you want to make sure you give me an orgasm in other ways, with your fingers, or with your mouth." I kissed his lips lightly after that sentence.

  "I know, Jillian. I know how to get on the Internet," he said, eyes on my chest. He scooted back, fully leaning on the headboard, and spread his legs so I settled onto the bed between them, my legs over his, giving him access to lean forward and run his tongue across the tip of my nipple as he held it up, squeezing it nearly into a point.

  I moaned low in my throat, encouraging him. Bolder, he took my nipple into his mouth and sucked, causing me to push my core against his. His arms went around me, holding me in place as his mouth worked its magic.

  It was his first time, though. Not fair that he should have to do all the work after waiting on me for twenty-two years. I sat up and got on my knees, moving to his side. He stretched out, so I could unbutton his pants and slide them down his legs.

  He wasn’t wearing underwear. I looked down at his hard dick, now lying against his lower stomach. I lifted it straight, and my eyes on his face, licked up the back of it slowly. His nostrils flared as his breathing speed increased. I looked away to circle my tongue around the head, then looked up again when he gripped the sheets.

  Quin’s chest rose and fell quickly as I ramped up my efforts. He deserved to have his first blow job be absolutely amazing.

  He lasted a lot longer than I would’ve guessed. After several minutes of my best work, he touched my cheek gently. "Jillian, if you don’t stop, I’m going to come in your mouth."

  I considered letting him. He could get me off and we could fuck in the morning, but then I changed my mind. Our lives were in such upheaval at the moment, I didn’t want to miss this chance. Who knew when we’d have time again?

  I licked him from bottom to top one more time before lying down beside him. "Is there anything in particular you want to do?" I asked. "Your choice."

  He’d waited for me. I’d do anything under the sun he asked.

  "I want to taste you." His voice was husky and low.

  "You can taste any part of me you’d like to," I replied as I shimmied out of my pants and panties, throwing them across the room.

  He moved down the bed and I spread my legs for him. It had only been a few days since I’d last neatened up down there, thankfully.

  I settled back against the pillow and waited for him to start. Several seconds passed, and he hadn’t touched me, so I opened my eyes and sat up on one elbow. "What’s wrong?"

  "You’re beautiful." His eyes roamed over my body. "If you only knew how many times I’ve imagined this."

  I’d done my fair share of imagining myself. Just because I’d fought the call didn’t mean I hadn’t fantasized about him fucking me in every possible position. "Then make your fantasies a reality," I said as I spread my lips apart, exposing myself to him and his tongue.

  He lowered his head, and like I had him, teased me with one long lick. Shit. He didn’t even hesitate.

  I barely had to guide him at all. He ate my pussy like he’d been doing it every night for years. When he sucked my clit between his teeth and rolled it there, my orgasm crashed over me. The high was amazing, somehow amplified by my feelings for him. I wanted to hug him, but also really didn’t want him to stop.

  He kissed up my body as my orgasm drifted away, settling his weight down on me. I felt his dick against my inner thigh. "How was that?" he whispered.

  "Amazing. You’re a natural." I grinned at him. "A great grand finale would be okay with me, though."

  "Deal," he said, lifting himself off of me. He took his cock in his hand and guided it to my entrance.

  "Wait," he said, freezing. "Do we need a condom?"

  "I’m on birth control, and I’m sure you know we don’t c
atch diseases the same way humans do." I’d gone to the healer for birth control not long after I realized Voss and Quin were my mates. I told her it was just in case, but she didn’t question me. Then again, no one ever questioned me on what I did.

  His wolf flashed in his eyes as he pushed at my entrance. He hesitated, locking gazes with me. Instead of entering me, he guided his head through my folds, and then flexed his hips a few times, letting his dick glide between my lips. It massaged my clit, making me moan and arch toward him. I wanted him inside of me.

  My reaction caused one in him. He growled so low I could barely hear it and then pushed inside me. I cried out, stretched almost to the point of pain. "Slowly." I grabbed his forearms. "You’re not small. I know I’ve had sex a lot recently, but it shrinks back down afterward."

  "I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?" he asked, dropping down to kiss my cheek.

  "No, but if you’d moved any faster you might have." I clenched my legs around him. "Just enjoy yourself this time. I’ve had an orgasm. Don’t worry about me."

  "I’ll always worry about you," he said through clenched teeth.

  He began moving, slowly pushing in as far as my body would take him, and then all the way back out. His dick fell down between us, pushing at my ass. "Don’t pull all the way out," I whispered, reaching for it and guiding him back inside me.

  Quin found his rhythm quickly. I couldn’t stop myself from running my hands all over his chest and arms as he made love to me. There was no other description for what he was doing to my body. He frequently leaned down and kissed my lips or neck, nuzzling me and telling me how beautiful I was.

  He glided slowly in and out of me, thrusting at the end of each entrance, taking me closer and closer to another orgasm.

  "Don’t come," I gasped out as I neared my completion. He’d sped up a little, and I didn’t want him to release just before I did. I’d never had an orgasm from such a slow, loving build, and it was shaping up to be amazing.

  "I wouldn’t dream of it," he said wryly as he slowed his speed.

  I pulled him to me, all his weight on me as I cried out my release. "Now," I said in his ear, holding him close.

  He stayed there, moving his hips as he gripped my shoulders. "I love you, Jillian," he whispered urgently just before pumping into me sharply three times. He groaned with the last.

  After a moment of rest, my wonderful mate kissed my shoulder then lifted his head, looking at me with raised eyebrows.

  "That was perfect," I said. "You’re amazing. And I love you, too."

  He smiled and kissed me, slow and sensual, before getting up and helping me up.

  I walked to the bathroom with my legs clenched together to clean myself up. I didn’t want to drip on his carpet. He followed and turned on the shower.

  "Join me?" he asked.

  Damn. His dick was already halfway hard again. "Aren’t you a little old to be recovering so quickly?" I teased.

  "Hasn’t anyone explained to you how virile lycans are?" he countered with his own tease. "Get in here."

  "Yes, sir." I walked into the shower with him.

  He really was virile, and he proved it to me another three times before the sun came up. I knew I’d be walking like John Wayne the next day, but fuck. It was worth it.

  4

  Quin

  We’d just gone to sleep when a fist banging on my door woke us up.

  "Jesus, what time is it?" I griped as I stumbled out of bed.

  I unlocked the door and Kane sauntered in. "Morning," he said, not blinking an eye at the fact that I was stark naked, as was Jillian on the bed. She hadn’t even woken up. "You must’ve worn her out," he said with a grin. "But she’s got to get up."

  "Why?" I asked as I walked to my bureau to get some underwear. "We haven’t been asleep long."

  "Roger came by." He sat on the bed where I’d just been sleeping. Come on in. Please, make yourself at home.

  "The guard from the mansion?" I asked.

  He nodded as he rubbed Jillian’s bare back. She was naked, too, sleeping on her belly on top of the blankets. We shifters tended to run hot and rarely used a blanket.

  She didn’t move.

  "She’s always been hard to wake up," I said.

  "She wasn’t with me," he replied with a confused look. "Maybe she slept light, not comfortable yet."

  "Could be. This is all new and confusing."

  She mumbled something but didn’t wake up.

  Kane continued running his hands over her back, trying to gently wake her. His hand continued moving down, and he cupped her ass cheek. "She’s perfect," he said reverently.

  "I agree," I said. "But maybe you should wake her before touching her like that."

  "She likes it," he said with a grin. "Try it next time."

  "What, waking her up with sex?" I asked. Seemed like an invasion.

  "Yes. I did it at my apartment, and it drove her wild."

  I made a mental note to ask her about it. If she enjoyed it, I wouldn’t argue. She finally moved, wiggling her butt slightly as his hand glided over it again.

  "She can’t possibly want more. We barely slept last night." Even as I said the words, my dick tried to harden as I watched my mate react to her other mate. This is too fucked up.

  His fingers disappeared into her core, and she finally woke with a moan. Arching her back, she gave him full access to her beautiful pussy.

  I’d had that pussy every imaginable way during the night, but my underwear was tented out from my dick wanting it again. Kane looked at me and grinned when he saw it. "Shall we?"

  "I thought you came in here to tell us something important?" I asked, trying to be responsible.

  "I did, but it can wait an hour," he said. "The issues will still be the issues in an hour."

  "I agree," Jillian said, rising to her knees. "Come here, Quin."

  Her hair was a mess, tangled around her shoulders in soft waves as she looked over her shoulder at me, ass in the air. Kane stood and slipped off his shoes as he unbuckled his belt. I shrugged. If they both wanted to, why not? I slipped off my underwear and climbed into the bed. She shifted her angle so her face was over me. My dick was so hard it almost hurt.

  Kane climbed up behind her, and she cried out within seconds. A slapping sound filled the air as he moved quickly, fucking her pussy without any foreplay or pretense.

  She lowered her face and took me into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down. She used Kane’s rhythm to set her own. He pulled her back onto him even as he thrust forward, making each connection hard and fast.

  I didn’t have to do anything but sit on the bed and try not to come too quickly.

  None of us lasted long, as it turned out. Thank goodness. The erotic acts and taboo feeling to the situation added to my pleasure, and before I knew it, I was clutching Jillian’s hair and fighting the urge to fuck her mouth.

  We hadn’t done that yet, and I didn’t know her boundaries.

  I burst into her mouth when she cried out around my dick as she came. Kane just grunted as his thrusts slowed with his own orgasm.

  When it was over, Kane and Jillian went into the bathroom to clean up.

  Jillian’s perfect mouth had made sure I wasn’t messy. I put on clothes while they were in the bathroom.

  Kane told us what he’d come to say as Jillian dressed. "Roger came by, not long before dawn."

  "What did he want? Was there another attack?" Jillian asked.

  "No, apparently a few coven members loyal to me have been meeting and contacting members all night. He said they set up a base of sorts and approached nearly every member of our coven."

  I frowned and glanced from Jillian to Kane. "That’s a huge undertaking. They’ve just done it since last night?" I didn’t know specific numbers, and I knew there were fewer vampires than shifters, but it still had to be hundreds of people to get ahold of.

  Kane nodded. "That’s what I said. But he said three fourths of the coven would follow me and want me to oust T
rinity."

  Shit. That was huge news. If he had that much support, even his mom would have to sit up and listen. "That’s great, man. Congratulations."

  "I’m flattered, but it doesn’t change much. I still need the council’s support." We left the room and walked up the stairs to the kitchen. "You guys don’t need the council’s support, though."

  "Taking Trinity out would be a lot harder than just finding her and lopping her head off," Jillian said as we entered the kitchen. "That’s why I didn’t take off to do it last night. She’s still got her guards, and while she’s the official leader of the vampires, she’ll have the full might of all the covens."

  "She’s right," I said. "And I’m surprised you’ve not thought of it sooner."

  "I have thought of it," he said with a sigh. "But it’s the easiest option I can come up with."

  "I think the easiest option is you challenging her to a fight to the death," Graham said from the stove.

  "You’re cooking?" I turned around, surprised. Graham never cooked, and when he did, it was always disgusting.

  "Hell, no," Voss said as he emerged from the same stairs we’d just come up. "I’m cooking. He’s stirring eggs while I went looking to see if we had any more bacon in the storage fridge downstairs."

  I laughed. "I knew something wasn’t right."

  Graham handed the spatula back to Voss and sat at the table. "You keep talking like that and I’ll cook every meal and order you to eat it." His words were tough, but his tone was light.

  "You wouldn’t," Jillian said. "You hate to cook."

  He nodded. "True. I’ll order Voss to cook disgusting food, then order you to eat it."

  "Now, that I could see you doing," I said as I took the bacon from the counter where Voss had laid it and started putting it in the pan.