Forbidden Addiction (Forbidden, Book #4)

by R. L. Kenderson

  Hunter was trying to be the bigger man here and not let his hurt feelings ruin anything. But Quentin couldn’t even talk to him. The shifter was acting like Hunter had screwed him over.

  Whatever.

  Hunter gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white, but at least he didn’t say another word to Quentin. He would keep it professional. They had a job to do after all. That was the only reason they were here.

  Too bad his heart and his dick didn’t agree with his head.

  Thankfully, Ram was right about the distance away, and Hunter and Quentin arrived in just under ten minutes. They each exited the vehicle and made their way up to the front of the house. They were in shifter territory, so Hunter let Quentin take the lead.

  After knocking on the door, a little old cat-shifter couple, who had to be close to a thousand, answered. There was no way they’d seen anything, going by the thickness of both their glasses.

  “Hello, sir, ma’am,” Quentin said. “We got a call about a tip?”

  “Huh? Speak up, young man,” the male said.

  “George, I told you to put in your hearing aid,” his mate said, loud enough to alert the whole block.

  So, it seemed like the elderly couple probably hadn’t heard anything either. Hunter was feeling let down. This was his last shot at a positive evening, and it looked like it was a bust. He needed to get out of there. He couldn’t stand next to Quentin and pretend everything was okay.

  Hunter took out his phone and held it up. “I need to take this,” he told the couple.

  “Whaaat?” they both said.

  “I need to take this,” he practically shouted. He looked at Quentin. “Can you handle this?”

  Quentin looked down at Hunter’s black screen and back up at Hunter.

  Hunter quickly put his phone against his chest, so Quentin couldn’t see that he was lying.

  Quentin shook his head in disappointment. “Yeah, I got this.”

  Hunter took off, back toward his car, not even bothering to pretend to answer his phone.

  A couple of minutes later, Quentin joined him, slamming his car door closed.

  “Hey, be careful,” Hunter said, gunning the gas.

  “Sorry,” Quentin said with no hint of remorse in his voice.

  Hunter drove, not knowing where he was going, feeling his anger get stronger and stronger, the more he tried to repress it. He glanced over at Quentin, whose jaw twitched as he stared straight ahead.

  Finally, Hunter couldn’t take it anymore. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

  Quentin whipped his head around to look at Hunter. “What the fuck is wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

  And what was he supposed to say to that? I’ve only known you less than a month, but I missed you while you were gone.

  Yeah, right because it was obvious that Quentin hadn’t missed him.

  “I asked you first.”

  Quentin didn’t answer, and the two of them stared at each other until a horn honked, jolting Hunter’s eyes back to the road just in time to miss hitting a semi whose lane he had wandered over to.

  “Holy shit, you’re going to kill us,” Quentin said. “Pull over there.” He pointed to a park. “We obviously have a few things to say to each other, and I’d rather not die in the process.”

  Quentin was right, and Hunter pulled off the road and into the parking lot. The night wasn’t cold, but it was still cool outside, so the park was blessedly empty. Hunter opened his door, got out, and headed for the nearest tree to rest his back against, sliding down to the cool ground. He couldn’t stay cooped up in his car with Quentin.

  The shifter came and sat beside him. Neither one spoke as they stared off into the darkness of the night. After almost crashing, Hunter had lost a lot of his steam. He was still upset, but it didn’t seem worth dying over.

  Hunter spoke first, “Look, I don’t want to fight. I don’t even know why you’re mad at me.”

  “Why don’t you start by telling me why you’re mad at me?”

  Hunter barked out a humorless laugh. “Do I have to?”

  Quentin looked him right in the eye. “Yes.”

  Hunter exhaled. Why not add humiliation to the list of things wrong with tonight? “I’m more mad at myself than at you.” He put his head back against the tree and stared up at the empty branches. “I was disappointed to find out you were gone. And then, when I didn’t hear from you…” He shrugged. “I don’t know.” He lifted his head and made a sound of exasperation. “I’ve never felt like this before. I’m a mess of emotions, and quite frankly, I don’t like it.” He looked at Quentin. “The thing is, I know you never promised me anything. I guess I just thought we had…I don’t know…some sort of connection. That was my bad to assume that. I shouldn’t project my feelings onto you. I promise, I will try to be more levelheaded tonight and from now on.”

  Quentin stared at Hunter until he said, “Fuck being levelheaded,” and he grabbed Hunter behind the neck and pulled him close.

  Quentin kissed him like he was dying to taste him, which was just fine with Hunter because the feeling was mutual.

  Hunter shoved his tongue in Quentin’s mouth and pushed the shifter to the ground. He shoved his hands under Quentin’s shirt and ripped it over his head. Quentin’s beautiful dark skin was covered in a dusting of curly dark hair and topped by brown nipples. Hunter put his mouth to one and sucked.

  Quentin arched underneath Hunter and rubbed his cock against the vampire’s. Hunter wanted to feel it in his hand. He’d only ever held his own, and he wanted to know what Quentin’s felt like.

  But then Quentin rolled Hunter over, so he was on top. He sat up and practically tore off the button to Hunter’s jeans as he opened them and pushed them down. Quentin grabbed Hunter’s dick in his hand and squeezed. Hunter moaned.

  Quentin leaned down, and Hunter knew exactly what the shifter was going to do. Hunter sat up and quickly covered himself. At least, he did the best he could with Quentin still holding him.

  “What’s wrong?” Quentin asked.

  Hunter blushed. “I don’t—” He rolled his eyes at himself. “I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life for this. I don’t want the first time we do this to be angry sex. Or angry oral sex.”

  Quentin’s face softened, and he cupped the back of Hunter’s neck again and pulled him in for a kiss. Hunter tasted blood and realized that he’d bitten his lip in the excitement earlier.

  Quentin pulled away. “Fuck, do you taste that good everywhere?”

  Hunter blushed again and shrugged. He knew vampire blood was sweet compared to human and shifter blood, but he had no idea if his semen would be different. “I don’t know. I’ve never tasted myself.”

  Quentin grinned. “Let me find out and let you know.”

  Hunter groaned. He wanted that so very much. “But—”

  “Hunter, I’m not mad. I’m very, very not mad. Now, lie down, and let me suck your cock, like I’ve been dying to do since I saw you in the conference room.”

  Hunter sucked in a breath but only lay back onto his elbows. He wasn’t going to miss this opportunity for the world.

  Quentin gently lowered his mouth to Hunter’s dick, but he didn’t touch it with his mouth. He blew on the tip and stroked Hunter with his hand until a drop of pre-cum emerged. Quentin grinned down at the liquid, as if that was what he’d been waiting for, and then he put the head of Hunter’s cock in his mouth and sucked.

  “Holy fuck. Holy fuck, holy fuck,” Hunter said as he watched Quentin slowly suck more and more of him down.

  Quentin put all of Hunter in his mouth and then gradually suctioned his lips as he brought his mouth back up. He released Hunter and blew on his tip again. This time, his breath combined with his saliva was cool on Hunter’s penis, and a shiver ran down his spine.

  The wolf met Hunter’s eyes, and he could see that they had shifted—no white of sclera left. Hunter was really looking at part of the wolf now.

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bsp; It might scare someone to know a predator was that close to one’s junk, but it only turned Hunter on more. He felt himself leak more. He was afraid he was going to come too soon.

  Quentin lowered his mouth again, licking the seam where his pre-cum had appeared and swallowed. And, apparently, the shifter was done with all teasing because he began to work over Hunter’s cock like no one had done before.

  Hunter tried to watch as Quentin deep-throated him, but it felt too good. Hunter collapsed back against the grass. Soon, he felt his impending orgasm, and he knew it was going to be different than any other. When he exploded, he heard Quentin groan and actually heard him swallow. Hunter came so hard and so fast that he was afraid he’d pass out. It was better than any female going down on him.

  Quentin continued to suck him until he drained Hunter dry, and there was nothing left for him to give. The wolf then lay next to Hunter and kissed him deep, making sure Hunter could taste himself on Quentin’s tongue.

  Quentin pulled away. “What do you think? I think you taste better than I ever dreamed.”

  Hunter smiled. “I think that I can’t wait to taste you. In more ways than one,” he said as he lightly ran his finger across Quentin’s neck. “And I think I’m definitely not asexual.”

  Because that was by far the best orgasm he’d ever had.

  “I WANT YOU to be on top,” Phoenix told him.

  Dante hesitated. “Are you sure?” He was a lot bigger and didn’t want her to feel like she was being forced in any way.

  “Yes, I want to feel you all over me.”

  He wanted the same thing.

  “Damn, Red, you know just what to say to get what you want.”

  Dante rolled them until Phoenix was on her back, and Dante was over her, but the best part was that he was still inside her.

  “Ooh,” she said.

  He immediately went on alert. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes. You just feel different now.”

  “Good different? Or bad different?”

  Phoenix laughed and put a finger between his eyes to smooth out his frown. “Good different. Please don’t worry so much about me.”

  “That’s like telling the sun not to rise.” He kissed her.

  He began to pump slowly inside her. She was swollen from their first round of sex and because she didn’t normally do this sort of thing. But, thankfully, she was wet from her desire and his.

  He moved a little faster when she moaned into his mouth, and he was sure she was feeling good. He left her mouth and kissed her cheek and then down the side until he reached her neck.

  He sucked on the skin there, wanting to taste her more than he’d ever wanted to taste anyone. He’d tasted her before, but he’d never had his fangs inside her while he’d been inside her.

  Phoenix pushed on the back of his head and said, “Bite me, Dante.”

  “Are you sure?” he said against her neck. “I’m not due to feed yet.”

  She grabbed a section of hair and pulled. “Quit asking me if I’m sure. I want the whole vampire experience. Now, bite me, Dante.”

  He growled at the way she’d said his name and struck. He sucked gently as he fucked her, wanting to make it last as long as possible. He wanted to live here. Inside her pussy and inside her vein.

  As he drew her blood into his mouth, the taste along with the tightness of her around his cock meant that he would not last long. He didn’t want to come without Phoenix though. She deserved this after the assholes she’d dated before.

  He knew she needed to be touched down below, or she needed to taste his blood. God, he wanted her to suck on him, but it felt like cheating. Dante had just decided to give up on her neck in order to get a better angle to reach her clit when she used her cat canines to bite his shoulder.

  He loved that Phoenix wasn’t being timid and was going after what she wanted in bed. Dante knew he should give her a little time, but everything—her blood, her snug wetness, her courage—had him thrusting into her harder and faster. He was going to have to apologize to her when he was done, but she felt amazing.

  But then Phoenix surprised him as she beat him to the finish line. She came around him, squeezing him so tightly that he was afraid his dick was briefly going to lose circulation.

  He had the good sense to close her vein before he orgasmed and momentarily lost control of his motor skills.

  Wanting to be as far inside Phoenix as possible, he grabbed one of her legs and put it over his shoulder, opening her up to him as he pounded out his release. He pushed into her and held his body there while he poured himself inside her.

  When he came back to himself, he let go of her leg and put his forehead to hers. “Please tell me you’re okay. I kind of lost myself there for a while.”

  “Is that because of me?”

  Duh seemed like the only appropriate answer.

  “Yes, Red, it’s because of you.”

  She ran her hand down his chest. “Wow. I’ve never done that to a guy before.”

  Dante started laughing so hard that he rolled off of Phoenix and started coughing.

  She sat up and looked down at him. “What’s so funny?”

  “You.”

  She puckered her brow. “Me?”

  He put his hand on her hip. “Yes. You really have no clue the power you could have over the male population if you wanted to.”

  “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

  “It’s a good thing because you don’t. I like you clueless and innocent.”

  She crossed her arms. “Yeah, well, I don’t know if I like that.”

  He pulled her down to lie on his chest. “I’m glad you don’t use your looks for evil.”

  She traced her hand down his scar. “How did you get this?” she asked.

  He looked down at himself even though he knew what she was talking about. “My father.”

  Phoenix gasped. “What?” She leaned up on an elbow to look at him.

  He shrugged. He supposed it sounded like a big deal to someone who’d never heard the story before. “Did you know my father was the previous leader of the Guardians?”

  “No.”

  “He was.” A lock of her red-and-black hair fell down around her shoulder, so Dante picked it up and twisted it around his finger. “He was kind of a hard-ass. He started grooming me to take over for him when I was little. He was teaching me how to spar, and he cut me. This was before my conversion, so I didn’t have the ability to heal like I do now.”

  “That’s horrible.”

  “It is what it is. It taught me the valuable lesson of getting out of the way. Believe me, he never cut me again.”

  “I don’t like to think of you being hurt.”

  Her words melted his heart.

  “Same here. Why don’t we watch some more Game of Thrones and forget what my dad did?”

  “Is your father no longer alive?”

  “He died over ten years ago.”

  “Okay,” she said as she lay back down. “I’m ready to watch.”

  “Why did you ask?”

  “Because, if he wasn’t already in the ground, I was going to put him there myself.”

  Dante kissed the top of her head. “You need to work on your romance,” he said with a laugh.

  Hunter and Quentin were back in Hunter’s car, on their way to their next destination, but Hunter wanted to be back at that park, finishing what they had started. Quentin had told him they had taken too much time already, and they were supposed to be working.

  But, if they were back at the park, they wouldn’t have to finish their conversation from earlier. He didn’t want to fight with Quentin or be hurt, but he wanted to know why Quentin hadn’t contacted him. He knew he couldn’t avoid it forever.

  Hunter opened his mouth when Quentin said, “I’m sorry I never called or texted you. I was dealing with a lot of stuff.”

  “Your family emergency?”

  Quentin snorted. “More like family shit. My sister…she’s…well,
she’s a drug addict. My mother and father have been trying to get her help for years. We all thought that moving back to Minneapolis might help her, get her away from her crowd. But she’s like a heat-seeking missile. She finds the shittiest druggies and becomes their new best friend.”

  “She doesn’t appreciate the help, I take it.”

  “She hates it. She hates me. She thinks I became a cop and a sentinel to be a kiss ass, but that’s not true. I like being a protector. She doesn’t get it.”

  Hunter had almost forgotten about Quentin’s day job since he’d been spending so much time out in the field, doing his sentinel thing.

  “She always dares me to arrest her. I fucking should, too. But then I look at my mother, and I just…can’t. It would break her heart.”

  Hunter grabbed Quentin’s hand. “I’m so sorry.”

  Quentin looked over at him. “Yeah, me, too. But I doubt she’ll ever change because she doesn’t want to.”

  Hunter squeezed his fingers around Quentin. “I’m sorry I didn’t call or text you either. I know it’s a two-way street, and I shouldn’t have waited for you to make the second move.”

  Quentin smiled. “It’s okay. You’re forgiven. I wouldn’t have been fun to talk to anyway. I feel like my sister brings out the worst in me. She’s always feeling sorry for herself, but I don’t understand why. She came from a good home with good parents. She had everything she could have ever wanted. But she keeps insisting that life is so tough. Tell me about, lady, I’m a fucking homosexual, sentinel, and police officer. I think I know the meaning of tough.” He shook his head. “Nope, we’re not talking about her anymore. She’s already ruined enough of my week.”

  “Okay, I understand. But, if you ever need to talk, I’m here.”

  Quentin smiled again. “Thanks.” He turned his eyes to the windshield. “So, where are we headed again?”

  Hunter sighed. “Another tip. Let’s hope this one turns out better than the last.”

  T HERE WAS A knock at Sterling’s bedroom door.

  “Come in,” he said, already knowing who was on the other side.

  He swiveled around in his desk chair as Lexine walked into his room.