Quinn looked seriously baffled.
“What? Don’t look at me like that. I don’t play games. I like to simplify stuff.”
“I know that now.” He ran his hand through his short hair, laughing. “You really are an odd duck, Vanessa.”
She shrugged. “I’ve never pretended to be something I’m not. I’m just me being me.”
Quinn stared at her. “Well?” he prodded.
“Well, what?”
“What do you say? I want you to go out with me for real.”
“Hmm.” It forced her to think. Hard. “I like the way you kiss. You’re really a hot guy. You have a nice family. And you have a surprising side I’ve never seen before. So far, you’re interesting.”
“And?”
“Give me a second. I’m analyzing my feelings. Because you’re my boss, that’s a complication. I really like my job and working at your company. What if the thing between us didn’t work? That would cause a complication and I really hate complication; did I mention that? It’d be awkward. Not to mention the tension at work and with my coworkers.”
Quinn huffed impatiently. “Maybe you need a little encouragement.” He pushed her chin up and kissed her again.
She wanted to melt in his arms. The kiss was equally as exquisite as the previous one. A surge of blood rushed into her head, making her dizzy. When he finally parted his lips, she thought she was going to faint.
“Well?” Quinn pressed.
Someone cleared his throat above them. “Get a room.” It was Trent. He hunched at the edge of the trail, looking down at them. “I thought you guys needed help. But clearly you don’t. Never mind.” He stalked off.
Quinn rose and helped her up. Vanessa dusted the snow from her jeans and parka.
“What’s the verdict?” asked Quinn.
Still heady from the effect of the kiss, Vanessa thought she needed a little more reaffirmation. “Can you kiss me one more time? I need a little more convincing.”
He obeyed her ever-so-enthusiastically, that by the time he released her, her knees weakened. She almost couldn’t stand on her own. She held onto his jacket, waiting for the dizzy spell to pass.
Quinn nuzzled behind her ear and spoke softly, “I think Trent had the best idea. Let’s get a room.”
* * *
The house was quiet when they got back. His mom was nowhere to be seen—maybe she went out with her friend. His brothers hadn’t returned. He thanked god for the peace and quiet. He finally was going to make Vanessa his and he didn’t wish for any interruption.
They went to their room. He locked the door. He shed his jacket and boots and proceeded to take off hers. He kissed her as he stripped each article of clothing off, one by one. She looked so goddamned beautiful, with her big beautiful brown eyes, soft skin, and glossy hair.
With only her bra and panties left, he pushed her onto the bed. As she lay on her back, he admired the view. She was a full figured woman, the way a woman should be. Generous breasts, lush hips, and shapely long legs. Her eyes sparkled as he skimmed his hands across her skin, touching and groping her body. He couldn’t get enough of her. He kissed and kissed her until she was about to faint. Tasting her sweetness. The lingering strawberry they had for dessert.
She giggled girlishly.
“What is it?”
“I have never thought you’d be a passionate kind of guy.”
“Babe, you haven’t seen anything yet. I haven’t even started.”
“Oh my.” She ran her hand against the button-up shirt he was wearing. “This isn’t fair. You’re still fully clothed. Let’s take this off.”
He snatched her hand and put it above her head, pinning her to stay still. “I’m running the show here. You be a good girl.”
“Oh? Bossy, are we?”
“I am. And don’t you forget it.” He pushed the straps of her bra down, almost too slowly. He’d been fantasizing about this moment for a long time. And now as it became a reality, he felt like a kid in a candy store.
Vanessa’s breasts were spectacular. They were perfectly round and topped with pale pink nipples. Her flesh was firm, and yet supple in his hand. Vanessa was a natural beauty. He found himself falling for her with every second of his new discovery.
The beast inside him became restless. His tiger wanted to claim her.
Now.
Quinn lowered his head and licked the crown of her breast. A sharp gasp curled out of her white throat. He squeezed her and dragged his tongue around her areola. Her breath hitched in tiny staccatos. He sucked her nipple. Goddamn. She tasted as sweet as he thought she’d be. He sucked her skin, leaving his mark on her. She was his conquest and he had the right to mark his claim.
One of her hands slid to the juncture of his thighs and squeezed his cock underneath his pants. It twitched and become impossibly hard. Ah, she was a naughty one.
She licked her lips, whispering, “Aren’t you going to show me what you’ve got?”
“Why should I? I haven’t seen everything you’ve got. Yet.” With that, he yanked her panties down, ripping them in the process. She didn’t seem to mind. His pushed her legs open and his mouth watered. She had the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen. Her nether lips were pink, complementing the pale creaminess of her skin. She trimmed her pubis into a neat triangle and shaved the rest. He almost lost it. He could fuck her for hours on end.
Swallowing hard, he pinched her clit. That sent her moaning. Good God, she was also very responsive. Her scent was unbelievable. He was practically salivating. He decided to bestow a kiss on her pussy.
The wet and sweet-salty flavor burst on his palate. She tasted as good as she looked. He licked along the seam of her sex. Vanessa quivered as he blew a breath on it to see her reaction.
She trembled. “Quinn.” Her voice was husky. Dark with desire. A temptress voice.
He proceeded to plunge his tongue in as far as he could and licked inside of her, digging and sucking for her creamy goodness. Fuck. He could feel her muscles ripple around his tongue. She was fucking tight.
He couldn’t wait to fuck her with his cock. He pushed her thighs to the sides to give him better access. He then licked her from hole to hole before latching onto her clit. This time she bit her own hand so she wouldn’t scream. He didn’t mind if she screamed.
No.
He wanted to hear her scream.
He pushed a finger inside her. Then a second. He made a scissoring motion to prepare her for a bigger object. His cock. It was going to be a tight fit, but she would take him.
All the way in.
He’d make sure of it. He stroked her slowly at first. She writhed, letting out soft, kittenish mewls. He flicked his tongue over her clitoris and sucked her while he fucked her with his fingers. Not even a dozen strokes and she came for the first time.
My, she was so easy to please. He planned for her to have multiple orgasms through the night. He waited for a few seconds before he stroked her again. He hit underneath her pubic bone looking for her G-Spot. The mysterious place was tricky to find since every woman had a different body type.
It took a few tries and adjustments, but when she suddenly became stiff, he knew he hit the right mark. He fucked her faster while constantly hitting that special spot.
Sensing she was close, he flicked his tongue over her clit.
Vanessa snatched a pillow and buried her face underneath it. She screamed as she climaxed. Her body rippled with palpable pleasure and her juice slicked his hand. He couldn’t wait any longer. He must have her now. Urgently, he unbuckled his belt and shoved down his pants. He pushed down his briefs and shook them off. He stroked his cock once, twice and positioned his tip on her opening. He thrust in.
Her whole body tensed. She wasn’t quite ready to accept him. She was so fucking tight and he was impatient. “Relax,” he said. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
She laughed shakily underneath the pillow. Her voice muffled. “You’re big. I don’t think—”
“It will. I’ll make sure of it.” He planted both hands on her waist and pushed himself further. He sank in all the way to his hilt. It was heaven. She was slick, wet, and hot, and so fucking tight. It felt better than he had imagined. He tried an experimental thrust. Oh yes, he could do this all night.
He then took the rest of his clothes off. He also yanked off his socks. He grabbed the pillow away from her; he didn’t want her to hide under it. He wanted to see her when she came.
He wanted to see her eyes when she reached nirvana.
She unconsciously licked her lips. So fucking sexy. Of course, he had to kiss her. He held her face as he thrust in and out, picking up his pace. Her big doe eyes widened. Lips forming an O. He fucked her until the muscles of her pussy tightened again, anticipating the next climax. He stopped just before she was about to climax again. “Not yet,” he growled. “Not just yet.”
“Quinn!”
He bent down and sucked on her nipples as her urge gradually passed. Then he thrust in and out slowly. Shit. He loved this. Having her like this. She was the woman he wanted to fuck like this for the rest of his life. The only one. He gazed straight into her eyes as he quickened his pace. “Like it?”
She couldn’t answer. Only nodded.
He rammed her faster. “How about now?”
“Quinn, I. . .”
“That’s it, baby. You can come now.”
“I. . . ” Her body tensed again. He slammed in a few times and she orgasmed. He watched her come. Her eyes widened, almost in shock. Mouth opened. Her face contorted in pure pleasure. That was beautiful. God, he so fucking loved her. He wondered how many times he could make her come in one go. He’d fuck her brains out before this night ended.
* * *
Quinn was an animal.
Vanessa sighed in amazement. The guy had already made her come three times in a short span and he wasn’t even sweating. The intensity rather scared her a bit. He would burn her for sure. He rocked her again. Her pussy rippled around his hard shaft as he slipped in and out gently. As if he wanted to relive the initial penetration, he thrust in all the way and then pulled out until his cockhead almost left her opening, before thrusting in jealous intensity. Oh God. That was divine. He kissed her as he did that.
“Let go of my arms. I want to touch you,” she begged him. Quinn seemed to be the one in control in bed. She wondered if he’d allow her to be on top sometimes. Some guys weren’t keen to the idea of releasing control and some guys were just lazy. Quinn might fall into the former category. She wanted to ride him like a cowboy.
Er, cowgirl.
Surprisingly, he let her go.
She wasted no time touching him. His broad shoulders. His beautiful face. She stole a kiss from him. Then another. He chortled into her mouth as he shifted his weight onto one arm. He pressed his forehead against hers, his breath hot on her face. He then fucked her harder and faster. Faster.
His thrusts were precise, sharp and mind-shattering. The storm of pleasure came with vengeance. He hit all of her bundle of nerves. His pubic hair grazed her clit; in no time she came again. But this time, he didn’t stop when she climaxed.
He pounded over and over until the next tide hit her, scattering her mind to the four winds. She shook like a clinging leaf in a thunderstorm. Quinn, his name frozen in her throat. Every cell in her body screamed for his. The man who gave her so much pleasure. He owned her body. And her heart followed. How could she not love him? He was worth any complication that might follow this night.
But he wasn’t finished.
He seemed far from it.
The emerald eyes of his glittered like precious jewels, then changed to a luminous yellow. Only for a moment. Then reverted back to normal.
She blinked.
Did she really just see that?
Her brain didn’t register when he withdrew from her and asked her something.
“Lay on your belly.”
She stared it him, mouth agape.
“Vanessa…”
Still riding high on endorphins, she gathered her thoughts and did as she was told.
Quinn got up and took his belt from the floor. He folded it in half, then flexed it as if testing its strength. Vanessa wondered what he was going to do with that.
Was he going to use that on her? He wasn’t kinky, was he? She wasn’t into pain, but hey, she never said never.
He climbed back on the bed. He grabbed her arm and pushed her thigh up, gathering them together. He then tied them with the belt set on the tightest notch of the buckle. She couldn’t move that part of her body.
Her mind was still in a haze from the pleasure, but she started to get the idea. He wanted to keep her immobile while he did the things he wanted to do to her.
As hard as he wanted.
As fast as he wanted.
And there was nothing she could do to protest.
Her body was his. She belonged to him.
She found she didn’t mind that at all. She kind of like it. Quinn kept surprising her with this secret side of him.
Quinn checked his handy work and looked satisfied.
“Are you comfortable?” he asked.
Not trusting her own voice, Vanessa nodded.
“Good.”
She waited with anticipation for what he’d do next.
Quinn positioned himself behind her. He put one hand on the small of her back, while the other gripped the belt that bound her. He sheathed his cock inside her in one smooth thrust.
She moaned. Oh, God.
The familiar fullness returned. It felt so freakishly good. Jesus Christ. She could get used to it. He started to move, riding her slowly at first. She panted. Good Lord. That man had stamina. He wasn’t joking when he told her she hadn’t seen anything yet. He gyrated and thrusted inside of her rapidly. All she could think about was the pleasure he gave her. And the helplessness he rendered her in only heightened the ecstasy.
He hammered her with stroke upon stroke that sent her into a maddening need to come. She couldn’t move an inch even if she wanted to. He kept her pinned. Still.
Then it happened.
Fireworks exploded before her eyes. She cried as a violent climax descended upon her.
A burst of pleasure hit her so hard, she thought she was going to die. This time, he paused while she was climaxing. His breath labored as he waited for her to float back into reality. As her pussy contracted around his cock, he spooned himself behind her, adjusting his position. He let go of the belt. “Lay on your side,” he whispered.
She gulped and pushed herself against his chest.
“Look at me, babe.”
She turned her head toward him. He found her lips and kissed her as he began to fuck her again. Steady thrusts. Their gazes locked. Their bodies became one. It was so intimate, being with him like this. Skin to skin, slicked by sweat and juice from their mating. She had never been taken this way. Fucking amazing. He slid his hand around her hips and reached her clit. She gasped when he plucked it and rolled it between his fingers. Christ. She wanted to come again so badly.
As if he could read her thoughts, he shook his head and said, “This time we’ll come together. Hold off as long as you can.”
Bastard. It was easier said than done.
Everything he did made her want to come so badly. He had magic fingers, a wicked tongue, and was amazing with his cock. No man had ever loved her as hard as he did. As wicked as he was. He fucked her faster. She bit her lip, slightly vexed with him for not allowing her to come. No. She couldn’t hold it off.
“Quinn!” she protested.
He ground his teeth. “I’m almost there.”
“I... I can’t.”
“Not yet.” He fucked her furiously.
By now she could feel only fire. She tried to stave off her orgasm but her will withered with every stroke of his cock. The tsunami of pleasure gathered with an intense ferocity that scared her a bit. Her body tensed, preparing for what would come. It wasn’t going to be
just another orgasm. It was the motherlode of ecstasy.
A rapture.
She screamed his name as she climaxed. Everything blackened for long seconds. She soared into the oblivion.
Pure pleasure.
Nothing else mattered.
He came a beat after her. Muscles corded on his temples and jugulars. His cock shuddered in her depth. Spasmed. Flooding her with his hot cream.
She would collapse if she wasn’t already laying on the bed.
That was the best sex she ever had. Words couldn’t even begin to describe it.
They didn’t say anything for a long time. Both were riding the afterglow. He withdrew from her, leaving a trail of sticky wetness.
He caught her gaze and smiled.
She wanted to say something but couldn’t find the right words. Maybe there wasn’t much to say. Thousands of emotions stirred inside her heart. He pulled her against him and kissed her deeply.
Maybe they didn’t need any words. He’d conveyed his feeling with his body language. And that was so sweet. For a long time, they only touched and kissed until the sky outside the window became completely dark.
Chapter Three
Quinn woke before dawn, leaving Vanessa asleep under the comforter. He was an early riser. After a quick shower, he put on clothes and went outside only to shed everything again, transforming into his beastly form. He had to sate his animal’s need. His tiger had demands and having spent the night with Vanessa, his beast wanted to be let free. She had practically been in his hands and yet he couldn’t claim her properly. That woman was his true mate. He was sure of it.
His blood called for her.
His tiger called for her.
Once he marked her during lovemaking, he’d bind her to him forever.
The problem was, he needed her consent beforehand.
A weretiger couldn’t bind a woman blindly. It was against the code of his clan. In order to do that, first, he needed to come clean about who he really was. Which lead him to problem number two: Vanessa was an ordinary human female who was blissfully unaware supernatural creatures existed. He couldn’t predict her reaction.
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