Chapter Eleven #15
Even as his mind was dragged straight into the gutter every single goddamn time.
The moment he crouched to peel Sasha’s pants away, there was his mate’s cock, flushed and thick and aching, right there at eye level, begging for Quinn to just lean in, surrender the last shreds of restraint, and ease all that heat spiking between them.
But no. Instead, Quinn jerked off in his own showers, desperate, replaying every grimy fantasy his puppy-eyed mate inspired.
Sometimes Sasha made it worse with the way he let Quinn touch him, barely there, palm skating up his arm or lingering along his back, sparking memories of their first frantic mutual blowjob, all teeth and heat and breathless greed.
So far, Marcus hadn’t resurfaced. Bayne and Wade had wired up Sasha’s place with tiny hidden cameras everywhere, but the house stayed quiet, empty, untouched. Quinn imagined Marcus showing his face again—and ending him, no questions, no mercy, the violence all sharp relief under his skin.
Then Sasha finger-bonked Quinn on the forehead like he was hitting reset. “Hey, where’d you go?”
Quinn grinned, the wildness curling in his chest. “Thinking about adopting a stray kitten with a mighty purr.” He kept his tone light, but his fingers wandered, trailing along the waistband of Sasha’s sweats, electric every time his mate’s muscles quivered under his skin.
“Meow,” Sasha teased, pretending harmlessness, but Quinn saw the refusal to play prey.
Voice gone rough, Quinn said, “Come on, firefly. You can do better.” He nudged the edge of Sasha’s sweats, just a fingertip, barely there, and Sasha’s stomach jerked, reaching for the touch.
“I am not roaring a meow!” The tiniest curve of lips broke through his otherwise serious expression.
Quinn leaned in, let another finger join the first, brushing inside just enough to drive them both crazy. “How about a sensual purr?” His tone was low and rumbling, heat rolling off every syllable, staking his claim with nothing but a voice and a touch.
It didn’t have to be complicated. Quinn wanted all of it.
Sasha, tangled up and gasping every wild, guttural sound.
The low flicker of desire sparking between them, almost holy in its hunger.
Together, always, no matter what threats still lingered in the dark.
Sasha was his, and Quinn one hundred percent belonged to his human.
“How about no purr?” Sasha yanked on Quinn’s pocket. “Why don’t you do the purring?”
Quinn’s laugh was unmistakably wicked. “Baby, I’m all wolf, if you hadn’t noticed.”
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“I am very familiar with your wolf,” Sasha said, his fingers tightening around Quinn’s pocket. “But you still could purr if you tried hard enough.”
Quinn’s mouth found Sasha’s neck, the heat of his breath making Sasha’s skin prickle with anticipation. “Maybe I can do better than purr.”
Something electric shot through Sasha’s body at the feel of Quinn’s lips against his skin. After weeks of careful distance, of the guy treating him like he might shatter, the sudden contact made Sasha’s head spin. His cock hardened so fast he felt lightheaded.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” Sasha whispered, tilting his head to give Quinn better access.
Quinn’s teeth grazed lightly against the sensitive spot where neck met shoulder, sending shivers down Sasha’s spine. “Been driving me crazy, firefly. Watching you. Wanting you. Not being able to touch you like I want.”
Sasha’s good hand slid up to tangle in Quinn’s hair, holding him close. “I’m not broken anymore.” Not entirely true—his ribs still ached and his arm remained in a cast—but he was tired of waiting, tired of the careful distance between them.
Quinn’s tongue traced a hot path up Sasha’s neck to his ear. “How about we test that theory?”
Without waiting for an answer, Quinn captured Sasha’s mouth in a kiss that made his toes curl.
Nothing gentle or hesitant about it—just raw hunger that matched the fire burning in Sasha’s veins.
Quinn tasted like coffee and something wild, his tongue sliding against Sasha’s in a rhythm that made his hips lift unconsciously from the bed.
“Easy,” Quinn murmured against his lips. “Don’t want you hurting those ribs.”
He pulled back just enough to look at Quinn, taking in the heat in those storm-gray eyes. “Then you'd better do all the work.”
A slow, predatory smile spread across Quinn’s face. “Gladly.”
Quinn’s hands were everywhere then, sliding under Sasha’s T-shirt, palms hot against his skin. Careful of the healing ribs, he pushed the fabric up, exposing Sasha’s chest to the cool air drifting through the open window. The contrast between the chill and Quinn’s burning touch made Sasha gasp.
“God, look at you,” Quinn said, eyes trailing over Sasha’s body.
Sasha might have felt self-conscious under that intense gaze—all pale skin and freckles against Quinn’s golden tan—but the naked hunger in his expression left no room for doubt. His cast made him feel awkward and uncoordinated, but Quinn didn't seem to care.
“You’re staring,” Sasha said, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably.
“Can’t help it.” Quinn’s fingers traced patterns across Sasha’s chest, circling a nipple until it hardened under his touch. “Been dreaming about this.”
“About getting me naked?” Sasha asked, breath hitching as Quinn leaned down to replace his fingers with his mouth.
“About making you mine,” Quinn corrected then sucked Sasha’s nipple between his teeth.
A moan escaped Sasha’s lips, his back arching despite the protest from his ribs. The slight pain was nothing compared to the pleasure radiating from where Quinn’s mouth worked against his skin. His cock strained against his sweatpants, already leaking at the tip.
“These need to go,” Quinn growled, hooking his fingers into the waistband of Sasha’s sweats. With careful movements, he eased them down Sasha’s hips, taking his boxers along with them.
Sasha kicked them away, suddenly very naked while Quinn remained fully dressed. “Not fair,” he complained, tugging at Quinn’s shirt with his good hand.
Quinn grinned, stripping his shirt off in one smooth motion. The sight of all that tanned muscle made Sasha’s mouth water. Quinn’s chest was broad, tapering to narrow hips, a trail of dark hair disappearing into his jeans. The bulge there looked almost painfully constrained.
“Better?” Quinn asked, knowing damn well what the sight of him did to Sasha.
“Getting there,” Sasha replied, eyes fixed on Quinn’s hands as they moved to his belt.
The sound of leather sliding through belt loops, the metallic clink of the buckle, the rasp of the zipper—each noise ratcheted Sasha’s anticipation higher. When Quinn pushed his jeans down, Sasha couldn’t help the small sound that escaped him.
No underwear. Of course not. Quinn’s cock sprang free, thick and hard, curving slightly toward his stomach. Sasha licked his lips, remembering the taste of him from their first time together.
“Now you’re staring,” Quinn teased, kicking his jeans away.
“Shut up and get over here,” Sasha said, reaching for him with his good arm.
Quinn crawled onto the bed, careful not to jostle Sasha as he positioned himself above him. Their naked bodies pressed together, skin to skin, and Sasha felt like he might combust from the contact alone. Quinn’s cock rubbed against his, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine.
“How do you want this?” Quinn asked, lips brushing against Sasha’s ear. “Need to be careful with those ribs.”
Sasha considered for a moment. “On my back. You on top.” His lips quirked into a smile. “Just don’t crush me with your giant wolf body.”
Quinn laughed, the sound vibrating through Sasha’s chest. “I'll try to restrain myself.” He reached toward the nightstand, pulling open the drawer to retrieve a bottle of lube. “Been keeping this close. Just in case.”
“Optimistic of you,” Sasha teased.
“Prepared,” Quinn corrected, settling between Sasha’s legs. He nudged them further apart, making space for his broad shoulders. “Lift your hips a little for me.”
Sasha complied, and Quinn slid a pillow beneath him, elevating his hips at an angle that would put less strain on his ribs. The care in the gesture made something warm bloom in Sasha’s chest, even as his body thrummed with need.
The cap of the lube clicked open. Quinn warmed the liquid between his fingers before reaching down. The first touch against Sasha’s entrance made him jump slightly.
“Cold?” Quinn asked, circling the tight ring of muscle without pushing in.
“Just...been a while,” Sasha admitted. The sensation of Quinn’s finger against him was electric, teasing and promising at once.
Quinn leaned down to capture his mouth in another kiss, distracting him as one finger slowly pressed inside. The intrusion burned slightly, unfamiliar after so long, but Quinn moved with careful patience. By the time he added a second finger, Sasha was pushing back against his hand, wanting more.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Quinn murmured against his lips.
Sasha couldn’t formulate a response as Quinn’s fingers curled inside him, finding that spot that made stars burst behind his eyelids. His cast-covered arm lay awkwardly at his side, but his other hand gripped Quinn’s shoulder, nails digging in as pleasure coursed through him.
A third finger joined the others, stretching him further. Quinn worked him open with meticulous attention, watching Sasha’s face for any sign of discomfort. There was none—only mounting desperation as each stroke of those fingers brought him closer to the edge without pushing him over.
“Quinn,” Sasha gasped, hips moving in rhythm with Quinn’s hand. “I’m ready. Please.”
Quinn withdrew his fingers, leaving Sasha feeling empty and aching. The sound of the lube bottle was heard again, then Quinn was positioning himself, the blunt head of his cock pressing against Sasha’s entrance.