Full Color (ORCA #3)

Chapter 16

CHAPTER

SIXTEEN

QUIN

The second I tasted Dimitri, I was addicted. I wanted to keep my mouth on him forever, but he was starting to get impatient.

“I’ve got you, beautiful.” I whispered the words into his inner thigh and readjusted my grip on his body.

Dimitri whimpered as I pushed his firm, round ass cheeks even wider and tongued over his hole. This time, I didn’t tease, pushing my tongue as far inside his body as I could, loosening him up with languid thrusts. His hips arched off the bed, and he squeezed the pillow harder over his face, muffling his sounds. I wanted to hear him scream his pleasure, and I wished we were somewhere he could be as loud as he wanted. For a moment before he’d grabbed that pillow, I’d forgotten we were at Stefan Dasselaar’s estate, that Dimitri’s life—and his sister’s—hung in the balance, that my brothers were poised to steal a painting I’d forged. Everything had fallen away as my focus narrowed to only include Dimitri, who was on the brink of coming apart under my lips and tongue.

But I didn’t want to tip him over the edge yet.

My body ached to be inside him, my cock so hard it almost hurt, but tonight was about Dimitri’s pleasure.

I slowly slid my tongue from his body, dropping a sweet kiss on his wet hole as I fumbled for my wallet in the pocket of my pants. I didn’t have a lot of random sex, but I was a firm believer in always being prepared, so I kept a packet of lube in my wallet. The tear of the foil caught Dimitri’s attention and he pushed his pillow aside to look down at me. His hair was disheveled, the black strands sticking up in every direction; his cheeks were flushed, the dusky pink gorgeous on his olive skin; and his pupils were blown wide, black almost edging out all the bright green. He was the most exquisite thing I’d ever seen.

“What—” I held up the now open packet of lube, and a sexy smile spread across his face. “Yes. Please.” He flopped back onto the bed and pulled the pillow across his face as I slicked up my fingers and slipped one inside him. His body clenched around me, but the muffled sounds coming from under the pillow were pure pleasure. I worked the single digit inside him as deep as I could until I found the spot I was looking for. When my finger slid over it, Dimitri’s body went tight, his cry barely subdued by the pillow. I added a second finger, giving him a moment to adjust before I pushed in deep and spread my fingers to open him up. Dimitri hooked his ankles over my shoulders and met me thrust for thrust until he tossed the pillow away.

“Quin, I’m ready. Please. I want your cock.”

In an effort to keep myself from rushing this, I’d left my pants on, a decision I now regretted as I was desperate to sink into him. But maybe it was for the best. I was so hard and so ready to feel the tight heat of Dimitri’s body that I wasn’t sure I’d make it more than two thrusts before I was coming.

Sliding my fingers from his body, I unhooked his ankles from around my neck and stood. He was absolutely stunning laid out on the bed, the pink flush from his cheeks spreading down his neck and across his chest. His cock was hard and leaking, precum glistening at the tip, and my mouth watered with the desire to lick it away again. Instead, I tipped the packet of lube so a couple drops fell onto the head.

“Stroke yourself while I get rid of my pants.”

Dimitri immediately obeyed, his hands spreading the lube over his shaft, the tip peeking through the top of his fist.

I held the corner of the lube packet between my teeth as I kicked off my shoes and toed off my socks, then opened my belt and tugged it through the loops. In my haste to get naked and inside Dimitri, I almost ripped my pants, stumbling a little as I kicked them and my underwear away. Dimitri laughed, and the sound coiled around my heart, but his laughter died as I pulled the lube packet from between my teeth and slicked up my cock.

Positioning myself between his legs again, I lifted his knees so his feet were flat on the bed and pulled him forward. My slick fingers found his hole and stretched him one more time before I lined the head of my cock up with his entrance and nudged forward.

“Are you ready?”

Dimitri dropped his hand from his cock, nodded, and tried to push his hips into me to take me deeper, but I didn’t make him wait, sliding inside him until I was buried balls deep.

When I was fully seated it felt like something locked into place, like this was where I was meant to be, and I paused, letting the sensation wash through my body and penetrate all the way to my soul. Dimitri was watching me with wide eyes, and I knew he was feeling the same thing. I couldn’t wait to claim him so I could feel all his emotions like they were my own. With my eyes still locked with Dimitri’s, I slowly pulled out and thrust back in. I kept my pace slow until Dimitri started to tremble, then I sped up, grabbing his hips and tunneling into his tight heat, until I felt my balls tighten.

“You’re so tight. So beautiful. So perfect.” Words of praise fell from my lips as I kept up a steady rhythm, making incoherent sounds of pleasure pour from Dimitri. Precum spilled from his slit, and I reached down to smear it around the head and stroke his shaft.

“I’m close, Quin. Fuck. So close.”

I bent my knees, changing the angle a little, and a handful of thrusts later, Dimitri cried out, his body going rigid beneath me as his cock spilled over my hand and his body squeezed around me so hard my vision started to fade at the edges.

I drove into him, prolonging his orgasm until I couldn’t hold back any longer. I cupped his face in one hand, his eyes fluttering open to look at me as I plunged in deep and came on a silent shout, our gazes locked.

Collapsing forward, I caught myself on my hands as my body blanketed Dimitri’s and I buried my face in his neck, right over the spot where I would one day soon place a claiming bite, and breathed in his scent—wet earth, bright citrus, and something that reminded me of soft leather.

We stayed like that for long moments, both of us catching our breaths and coming down from the high of the moment. My lips were trailing over the tendons in Dimitri’s neck when he spoke.

“Thank you.”

I lifted my head to look at him. The question was clear in my eyes without me having to say anything.

“For tonight and for agreeing to help me and my sister.”

Smoothing his hair back from his face, I stared down at him. “Tonight was the beginning of our forever. You are mine, Dimitri, and I will do whatever it takes to keep you and the people you love safe.”

“Thank you.” Tears gathered along his lower lashes and his voice was little more than a whisper.

“You never have to thank me for protecting you. Never.” A single tear escaped, and I brushed it away with my thumb before I pressed a kiss to the spot and pushed up from the bed. “Let’s go clean up. I want to hold you for a while before I have to sneak back to my room.”

Dimitri took the hand I offered him, and we closed ourselves in the en suite bathroom. Fifteen minutes later, we were back in Dimitri’s bed, his head resting on my chest, his fingers drawing intricate invisible patterns on my skin.

“Can I show you something?” Dimitri lifted his head but kept his chin resting on my pec.

“Of course.”

He smiled wide, then draped himself over me so he could reach the bedside table. The drawer slid open, and Dimitri came up with a sketchbook.

“What is that?”

Dimitri let out a heavy sigh. “The only luxury Dasselaar allows me to have.”

The sketchbook was a luxury? For some reason that made me hate Dasselaar just that little bit more.

“When we get home to Seattle, I promise to buy you as many sketchbooks as your heart desires. Hell, I’ll buy you your very own studio and outfit it with whatever you want.”

Dimitri shook his head. “I don’t need a studio.”

“I didn’t say you did, but if that’s what you want , it would be my pleasure to give it to you.”

He dropped a kiss on my lips. “You’re going to be ridiculous, aren’t you?”

“If you mean that in the context of, am I going to spoil you to make up for every second you’ve spent in this hellscape with Dasselaar, then yes, I am absolutely going to be ridiculous.”

I got another kiss for that, and this time it turned heated, Dimitri nearly straddling my lap before he remembered he had a different goal in mind.

“Stop distracting me.”

“Me?” I put a hand on my chest. “I believe you were the one who kissed me.”

“Only because you’re so damn perfect.”

I scoffed. “Because I want to give you everything you’ve been kept from over the last year? That’s not me being perfect. That’s me being a decent human.” My hand fisted where it rested on the duvet.

Dimitri noticed the reaction and grabbed my wrist, smoothing out my fingers. “By this time tomorrow it will almost all be over. A bad dream I can leave in the past.” But there was something in his voice and in the way he refused to meet my eyes that made me think he didn’t fully believe that. I had to believe it. At this point, my blind belief that everything was going to work out tomorrow, that we’d get the painting and Dimitri out of Amsterdam, was the only thing keeping me going.

“Exactly.” I tried to put as much confidence as I could into the single word. “Now, what did you want to show me?”

Dimitri flipped open the cover of the sketchbook, and my eyes caught on a bridge I recognized. It was near Dasselaar’s gallery, which must have been how Dimitri had seen it. He flipped the pages too fast for me to comment on it, and the other drawings sped by too quickly for me to catch more than a fleeting glance, just enough to tell Dimitri was immensely talented with a set of simple drawing pencils. I wondered what he could do with a studio full of art supplies so he could work in whatever medium his heart desired.

The pages stilled, and Dimitri ran his hand over the spread, smoothing the pages down. My brother looked up at me. His hair was styled and he was wearing a turtleneck, something I’d never seen him in before, but it was undeniably Cal down to the scar through his left eyebrow.

“When I met your brother, something about him called to me.” Dimitri turned the page, and more pictures of Cal stared back at me. Dimitri kept turning the pages, and I noticed that Cal’s features started to change. His scar and facial hair disappeared. His hair changed. Until the images on Dimitri’s pages were no longer my twin, but an image I recognized from my reflection in the mirror.

“You drew me?”

“Before I even met you.”

“How?”

Dimitri shrugged a bare shoulder, and I pressed my lips to the joint, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him closer. He leaned into my touch, making sure as much of my skin touched his. “I don’t know. I knew the first time I drew Cal that something was off. Eventually, I started to draw him with different features until it was you filling the pages of my sketchbook. I thought I was being silly, but then you showed up in Dasselaar’s gallery. I thought I’d somehow drawn you into existence, but then I realized whoever Cal was, you had to be connected to one another.”

He handed me the sketchbook, and I thumbed through the pages, studying each picture. Dimitri tried to grab it back when the pictures went from innocent portraits to more erotic images of me in various states of undress. The most recent sketch was me naked and lying under a thin white sheet. My eyes were closed, but there was a look of satisfaction on my face. My arm was stretched out like someone had been wrapped up in it. The drawing was incredibly detailed. I could almost feel the crispness of the sheet in the lines Dimitri had etched onto the page.

“This is gorgeous.”

“You are.”

I shook my head. “You are incredibly talented, Dimitri. It has nothing to do with me.”

He didn’t say anything and kept his eyes focused on the page, his fingers tracing along the lines of the drawing.

“Does the reality live up to your expectations?” The question was vain, but I needed to know I hadn’t disappointed him.

His face swung to mine so fast we almost knocked heads. “The fantasy pales in comparison to the reality, Quin. Even in my best dreams I never felt this happy.” I didn’t doubt his words, but there was still sadness in his eyes, and I was going to do everything I could to drive it out.

Dimitri turned back to the sketch, and I held him close, kissing over his skin and breathing him in until his head fell back against my shoulder and his breathing evened out in sleep. I carefully closed his sketchbook and tucked it away in the drawer, then lowered us so I could hold him in my arms while he slept. I wouldn’t be able to wake up next to him, but I would one day, and after that, I would wake up with him every day for the rest of our lives. For now, the stolen hours were enough.

Too soon, the night faded into the wee hours of the morning, and though it killed me to do it, I slowly slid from Dimitri’s bed and got dressed. He didn’t stir, and with a final kiss to his forehead, I let myself out of his room and relocked the door, leaving my heart on the other side.

When I got back to my room, I had my phone in hand before the door was fully closed, and Cal picked up as I twisted the lock.

“There’s been a change of plans.”

Cal groaned. “Another one?”

“Another one. Dimitri has a sister. He won’t leave without her.” I gave Cal the rundown of the situation, and we came up with an idea. When he’d dropped me off, Hadrian had scoped out a small service road that went to the back of the estate. I needed to get Dimitri out of the house and to the service road where Hadrian would be waiting. Once he was safe with our cousin, I would return to the party like nothing was out of the ordinary. When the auction was in full swing, I would slip out, rendezvous with Hadrian and Dimitri, and we would go to Dimitri’s flat to pick up his sister, then meet everyone else, hopefully with the painting, at the private airstrip on the outskirts of town. We’d be on our way back to Seattle before the dust even settled.

The plan felt deceptively easy, and I couldn’t let go of the unease that sat heavy in my gut. At this point, failure wasn’t an option. I had made a promise to Dimitri, and I would move heaven and earth not to break it.

I prayed with everything I had that I wouldn’t have to.