Quentin closed his eyes and let his head fall back on his shoulders. If he continued to watch Hunter, he’d come embarrassingly fast, and he wanted this show to last.
When his breathing quickened and he felt the tingling in his spine and the tightening in his balls, he heard his name being called. He gradually raised his head and opened his eyes.
“Come here,” Hunter said. “I want to finish you.”
Quentin kept a firm hold on his dick as he sat next to Hunter, resting his back against the headboard.
Hunter slowly peeled Quentin’s fingers off his cock. “Let me.”
Quentin almost combusted just at the feel of the vampire’s warm hand on him. God, he wished he weren’t so close to coming. He wanted to feel Hunter touch him forever.
But Hunter couldn’t hear his thoughts, and he stroked Quentin, increasing his speed and the strength of his grip, until Quentin had to shove his arm in his mouth to stop his shouts from waking the whole neighborhood.
The warmth of his seed erupted on his belly, but Hunter didn’t let go.
It was only after Quentin grew too sensitive that he placed his hand over Hunter’s to stop him. “Too much.” Quentin reached for his shirt on the floor and wiped off his stomach. He bunched it up in a ball and placed it back on the carpet.
He looked over at Hunter, afraid he’d tell Quentin to leave, but the look on Hunter’s face was one of pure hunger.
Quentin pushed any reservations out of his head again and leaned over to take Hunter’s mouth. The vampire opened for him, so he swept his tongue inside.
God, he tastes as good as I remember.
Hunter grabbed on to his shoulders, and Quentin shifted down, so he was lying on the bed. He gripped Hunter’s ass and pulled him close. Hunter’s firm cock rubbed against Quentin’s already-hardening one. He’d just come, and he was ready to come again. But then again, he was in bed with Hunter.
Hunter separated his mouth from Quentin’s and began kissing down his face and neck. When Hunter reached the place where it met his shoulder, Quentin cupped the back of his head.
“Bite me.”
Hunter shook his head but licked and sucked on Quentin’s skin.
“Yes. I know you didn’t take enough earlier. Feed from me. I want to feel you drink from me.”
“You once told me that I couldn’t put myself inside you until you put yourself inside me.”
That had seemed like a lifetime ago. He’d wanted Hunter to feed from him the first time Quentin pushed his cock inside him. But things had changed since then.
“That was before you were injured. I know you need this. And I already fed you at the clinic.” And Quentin didn’t think he’d ever get to have sex with Hunter the way he wanted to anyway. No holds barred, no reservations, no hiding. “Feed.”
Hunter’s willpower seemed to be as weak as his own, and he sank his fangs into Quentin.
Quentin’s hips shot out toward Hunter as he groaned. There was no way to explain how it felt to have the person you cared about feed from you.
Hunter rubbed their cocks together, and Quentin slid his hand under the waistband of Hunter’s shorts, fisted his length, and squeezed.
Hunter ripped his fangs from Quentin’s neck. “Holy fuck.”
That was what Hunter had said the first and only time Quentin gave him head.
Hunter leaned forward and licked Quentin’s neck to close his wounds, he assumed, and then he dropped back on the pillow, pulling an arm over his eyes. “God, that feels incredible.”
If Quentin’s hand felt incredible, then he couldn’t wait to make the vampire feel even better.
Quentin clutched the waistband of Hunter’s shorts with both hands and pulled them down.
Hunter lifted his head and looked down just as Quentin sucked his magnificent cock into his mouth. He tasted even better than Quentin remembered.
“Holy shit,” Hunter said and thrust his hips. “I’m not going to last long.”
Quentin reached up and touched Hunter’s chest to tell him that it was okay. He would take what he could get.
Quentin placed open-mouthed kisses all along Hunter’s dick and then sucked the head into his mouth.
Hunter barked out a moan and exploded in Quentin’s mouth.
Quentin sucked and sucked, wanting to take every last drop of Hunter down his throat.
It was only after Hunter’s body relaxed that Quentin released him. He moved up his body and looked into Hunter’s face.
Not wanting anything to ruin the moment, Quentin placed a finger over Hunter’s lips. “Go to sleep now.”
Hunter grabbed on to Quentin’s hand and put his head on Quentin’s shoulder.
Quentin pulled him close just as a soft snore slipped from Hunter’s lips. He knew this moment wouldn’t last, but he was going to enjoy what he could get.
ZANE ENTERED THE bedroom to see his mate on the bed, sprawled out and naked under the ceiling fan going at full speed. The bedroom lights were off, but the shades were open, so the Vegas strip shone through the window.
She looked so beautiful to him and smelled incredible, but he knew she was lying like that because she was hot, not because she was ready for him. Besides, there was going to be plenty of sex in their future.
Zane sat down next to her. “Ranulf and Chase found an available security company, and Reid confirmed they were reputable. They’ll start in the morning.” He put his hand on her arm. Her skin almost felt feverish. “Are you okay? You were quiet through dinner.”
She looked at him for the first time. “Something Tegan said had me thinking.”
“What’s that?”
“She said I was a feminist.”
“Oh God. The horror. No mate of mine can be a feminist.”
She smiled at his joke. “I’ve never really thought of myself that way, but maybe I am. I want to empower women, especially the young girls I teach. I want them to know they can do anything a male can do.” She looked at the ceiling again. “So, how did I end up with someone like Bram? I’ve thought about it a lot over the last few months, and I always have excuses, but I feel like a fool. How can I teach girls to be strong when I was so weak?”
“Hey.” He hated to hear her being so hard on herself. Zane kicked off his shoes and stretched out beside her. “You’re not weak.”
She turned her head to the side. “How do you know?”
“Because you’re here. Now. With me.” She still looked skeptical, so he suggested, “Why don’t you tell me about it? And then I’ll give you my full opinion on the situation.”
Isabelle sighed and looked up again. “I met Bram at a coffee shop. My first instinct was that only nice guys went into coffee shops.” She held up a hand, as if to stop him from saying something. “Silly, I know.”
He took her hand in his. He didn’t want to interrupt her, but he wanted her to know that he didn’t think she was silly.
“We were in line. He accidentally bumped into me, and we got to talking. He was so nice and friendly. I remember thinking he had the best smile.” She snorted. “What a joke. It was all fake, fake, fake. Of course, I didn’t know it then, but it still pisses me off, how I fell for it.”
He squeezed her hand.
“So, after we picked up our coffee, he asked if he could sit with me. He was so polite and cute, so I thought, What the hell? We sat and talked for an hour. We had so many of the same interests and liked the same things. When he asked me out on a date, I said yes. Things started out so slow. He didn’t pressure me or push me into doing anything. In fact, I was the one who started to want more.”
Zane hated hearing how she wanted to be with another male, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t want her to stop talking because he was jealous.
“I found out later that the reason he didn’t ask me for sex was because he was getting it somewhere else.”
Zane squeezed his eyes shut for a second. How anyone could cheat on Isabelle, he would never understand.
“After w
e had sex, I think that’s when things gradually started to change. I don’t know if he felt like, once we did the deed, I was his or if he thought that I wouldn’t leave him, but that’s when he started to show his true colors. The smiling, friendly guy I’d met in the coffee shop wasn’t so happy anymore. At first, he nitpicked about things, and then, before I knew it, I couldn’t do anything right.”
Zane kissed her hand.
“It went from him wanting to wait for us to be intimate to him accusing me of cheating on him. Meanwhile, he was cheating on me. I often wondered if that’s where the accusations came from or if he did it to put me off guard. Probably both. But that’s how he ended up almost living with me and why I didn’t protest. If I was with him, then I couldn’t be cheating on him, so I was relieved when he was with me.”
She used her other hand to hit the bed.
“I played right into his hands. He used me and manipulated me to do what he wanted. And I did it. I didn’t even fight him.”
A tear slipped from Isabelle’s eye and rolled down to the pillow. Zane kissed the spot where her tear had fallen and got up on one elbow. He let go of her hand to brush the tear from the other side of her face.
“Guys like him are master manipulators, Isabelle. That’s why everything happens so slowly. He crossed one little line, but it’s okay because it was just one. And then he crossed another and another and another. All over a period of time, so it doesn’t seem like much. It isn’t until you look back that you realize that where you started is so far away.” He brushed his lips against hers. “Please don’t beat yourself up. He tricked you. And, when you realized it, you got out. That’s all you can do.”
He kissed her again, keeping his hands on her face even though he wanted to touch her all over.
“Thank you for telling me. Thank you for trusting me. You know that I will never hurt you like that, right?”
She nodded. “Yes, and no.”
He frowned. “Yes, and no?”
Isabelle pushed at the furrow in his brows with one finger and smiled, her hazel eyes filled with humor. “I know you would never control me like Bram did. And I will never be afraid of you like I was him.” She met his eyes. “But you have the ability of hurting my heart, Zane. I think that’s why I left two years ago. I think that’s why I got involved with Bram.”
“What are you saying?”
“I knew I would never fall in love with Bram. I thought I could love him but not be in love with him. Does that make sense?”
He nodded.
“But you…I knew that you could take my heart, and I’d never get it back. It scared me.”
“Oh, Isa.” Doesn’t she know that it’s the same for me with her?
Zane kissed her again, but this time, he didn’t stop himself from touching her. He thumbed her nipple and pinched it, tugging on it until she moaned in his mouth.
He trailed his hand down her stomach and in between her legs. She immediately opened herself for him, and he pushed his middle and ring fingers inside her.
“Damn, Isa, your pussy is so wet.”
She was also swollen and hot. The spongy part inside her was at least twice as large as normal. He rubbed his fingers over the area, and she came on his hand, flooding him with her scent and arousal.
“Holy shit.” He’d never seen anyone get off that fast. Not even himself when he had been a teenage boy.
She clutched at his shirt, almost blindly, trying to tear at it.
“Isa, Isa, hold on.”
He got up on his knees and pulled his shirt over his head. Before he was even done, Isabelle was reaching for his jeans.
She seemed uncoordinated though. She couldn’t get the button through the tab, and her eyes were feverish. He put his hand on hers to still it.
“It’s okay. I’ll get it. It’s okay.”
“Hurry, please.”
Zane backed up until his feet hit the floor. He pushed his jeans and boxers down and kicked them off. He grabbed her legs and rotated her to face him. He clutched both her thighs in his palms and pulled her toward him when her scent exploded all over the room.
He took a step back from the force of her hormones surging.
Isabelle moaned, a combination of pain and arousal, and Zane watched as her wetness leaked down her pussy and over her the inside of her thighs. His own cock was hard as stone, and pre-cum leaked out of him and dripped down his shaft.
He whipped his head up toward the door as he heard someone yell, “Holy shit,” from the other room, and then there was the sound of glass breaking.
As if in slow motion, Zane looked back at Isabelle.
Her heat was here.
He stepped back between her legs and dropped his hands on either side of her face.
She blinked up at him, almost as if her eyes hurt even though the lights were off in the room.
“Your heat’s here, Isa. I’m giving you one chance to turn back. Are you sure you want me to take you?”
She dropped her knees to the side. “I’m sure, Zane. Take me. Make me yours.”
ISABELLE GASPED AND fisted the comforter as Zane pushed his thickness inside her. She had never been so horny in her life. Not even when she’d gone through her previous heats.
Her body felt like it was a thousand degrees, her vagina felt engorged, and she couldn’t stop her wetness from escaping her body.
She threaded her fingers through Zane’s dark blond hair. “Oh God, please don’t stop. Oh God, please don’t stop.” There was a burning ache inside her that could only be cured when he came.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He planted a kiss on her mouth. “And you can call me Zane.”
Isabelle laughed at the age-old joke.
“Holy shit, Isa.” His sea-green eyes were wide. “Just when I thought you couldn’t get any tighter, you laugh.”
She smiled up at him. “That is your goal though, right? To make others laugh?”
He dropped down onto his elbows. “But, now, my goal is to make you and only you laugh.”
Her body buckled as a cramp squeezed her lower body. It was as if it were telling them to hurry up.
Zane brushed her hair off her face. “That hurts you, doesn’t it?”
She took a deep breath and pushed it out through her lips. “Yeah, a little,” she fibbed. She didn’t want him to know how bad the pain was.
“Don’t worry; I’ll take care of you.” He hooked his arm under her knee, bringing it almost to her ear. He thrust inside her, pushing deep and as far as he could go.
“Oh, yes.” She clawed at his back. “I love feeling you inside me.”
Zane kissed her, their kiss sloppy as he pounded in and out of her pussy. He pulled away and met her eyes. “I love being inside you.”
At his words, her orgasm hit her hard and out of nowhere, just like the last time. She clamped her free leg around his back. “Please come,” she begged. She knew that, if he didn’t orgasm soon, the pain would be even greater.
Zane arched his back as he did exactly what she needed. His normally hot seed felt like a cooling balm flooding her pussy, telling her just how heated her body was.
She was aware of his barbs burrowing into the walls of her vagina as he continued to empty himself inside her.
He let go of her leg and collapsed on top of her, holding her close.
While her orgasm had been quick and fast, his was long and drawn out.
She held on to him, soothing him now, as she felt him swell, and another pump of semen was released into her.
Every time his cock throbbed and pumped, he would give a small moan, and she couldn’t tell if he was enjoying what his body was doing to him or if he was now the one in pain.
And she couldn’t believe he was still coming. He had already filled her, and his seed was now spilling out between them.
She suddenly had an idea, but she didn’t know if it would work.
Isabelle pushed at him. “Zane.”
“What?” he said breathlessly.
“I need you to pull out of me.”
He raised his head. “Huh?”
“I need you to pull out of me. I don’t think you’re going to stop while you’re still inside me.”
He dropped his head and groaned as he swelled and emptied inside her again. When he had a second of peace, he picked his head back up. “But my barbs. That’ll increase your chance of getting pregnant. We never fully discussed if it was okay.”
She rubbed his back and looked him right in the eye. “I’m telling you to pull out of me.”
Zane hesitated for a few more seconds but then withdrew from her body. He did it quick, like pulling a bandage, as if he was afraid it would be distressing if he didn’t.
His barbs grated against her inner walls, and she screamed as a painful orgasm swept over her body. Her pelvis clenched, but deep inside, it felt as if something was opening. Her cervix. It was expanding to try to take in Zane’s seed.
He fell down on the bed next to her. “I’m so sorry.”
She grabbed on to his bicep. “It’s okay.” Her orgasm had been strong, but it was already fading. “I’m okay.”
He toppled back on the bed. “We’re never doing that again.”
Isabelle laughed and touched his still-hard penis with her finger. “I think Zane Junior begs to differ.”
She circled his head, disappointed she’d missed seeing his barbs, and he flinched.
“Yeah, well, he doesn’t know what’s good for him.” He swung his head toward her. “Or you. You scared me at the end there.”
Isabelle pulled on his arm to get him to roll toward her. “Come here. I want to show you something.”
Despite his proclamation about never doing that again, his eyes lit up with curiosity.
She brought his hand down between her legs and pushed his fingers inside her. “Ah,” she said and closed her eyes when they touched her tender flesh. She opened her eyes and looked at him. “Do you feel that?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to be feeling. Except for how silky your pussy is.”
“Okay, how about what you don’t feel?”
He gasped slightly. “My cum. You should be bathing in it, for how much I came inside you.”
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