Chapter 24 Quinn #2
Once again, Fate is ramming Their plan down his throat.
Forcing them all together like this, pushing their pieces around some cosmic chessboard in a game Quinn knows nothing about.
It’s as subtle as a kick to the balls. Oozing false benevolence when there’s something cruel about it.
It’s being handed something you didn’t ask for, and told it’s everything you ever wanted.
If he’s honest with himself, aside from how Connall’s high-handed, stand-offish alpha attitude pisses Quinn off, it’s not all bad.
Because when he looks at Kaian, at Elias, at Isaac—he feels something heavy and real settle under his skin.
Like the beginning of something he’s not sure he deserves.
Like maybe, somehow, he’s been trusted with something fragile and beautiful.
He can’t put his finger on it, but it feels a little like…hope. And with that thought comes fear. This isn’t what he wants. He doesn’t want to care about these five people enough that he has to stay. Especially not here in this tiny house in dull-as-fuck suburbia.
So he schools his expression. Focuses on the here and the now, until he can make his exit and get on with movin’ on.
Kaian lets his question about what the fuck is happening go and drops all but his jeans to the floor, slips bare feet into the worn denim, and pulls them up over his butt.
Quinn isn’t the only one watching when Kaian zips them—low-slung, tight across that flat, hairless belly.
The fleeting glimpse of a semi-hard cock presses like a thumb to Quinn’s self-control.
“Fuck me,” Isaac breathes from behind the island. “How is he so pretty?”
Elias just nods, his spoon forgotten mid-stir as steam curls up around his glasses.
Kaian tugs at the white shirt that Connall had buttoned almost to the throat. He fumbles, caught like a toddler. The shirt rides up, revealing more smooth skin, and Quinn’s laugh slips out without his permission. He steps forward, hands certain as he helps guide the shirt back down.
“You gotta undo the buttons first, cher.”
He gets halfway down the buttons before the pretense burns away. Kaian’s skin is flushed, warm under Quinn’s knuckles. His pupils are blown wide, white teeth set into his lush lower lip. Quinn’s fingers pause, and then he’s pulling Kaian in, holding his jaw firmly, mouth brushing soft against his.
Kaian moans, sweetly, then opens like a flower to sunlight. His tongue licks against Quinn’s lips, forcing a groan to break free from Quinn’s throat. He slides an arm around Kaian’s waist, drawing him in, the skin at his sides and back like silk. The heat between them roars to life.
It shouldn’t be this easy to feel this kind of heat for someone new. But the moment Kaian melts into his arms, the tangle in Quinn’s chest—anger, frustration, whatever had been gnawing at him since yesterday—uncoils just a little.
He needs the distraction. The image of Soren slamming Connall into the wall still burns behind Quinn’s eyes. That flash of relief in their alpha’s face—it’s been eating him alive.
Now Kaian’s right here. Soft skin, flushed cheeks, and a little scar on his cheek like a mark made just for Quinn to kiss. He’s still on edge from earlier, still wide-eyed and pink-mouthed, and Quinn wants to eat him alive.
Then Isaac presses in, crowding close with no hesitation, one hand slipping across Quinn’s back, the other sliding in along Kaian’s waist. And his scent—lime and sugar and pure fuck-me-now—is like a punch to Quinn’s brain.
“Hi,” Isaac says, humming the words into his jaw.
Quinn’s voice drops. “You want some, too?”
Kaian doesn’t wait. Doesn’t wait for Isaac to agree or even nod his head. He just grabs the back of Isaac’s head and yanks him in.
Their mouths crash together, sloppy and voracious.
Kaian kisses like he’s starving—tongue first, all instinct—and Isaac groans, hands gripping harder as he takes control of the kiss.
He grinds his dick into Quinn’s thigh while they make out.
Quinn runs a hand down over his hip, stopping just shy of his ass, afraid he’ll find him slick and leaking and push him over the edge.
Fuck. He wants them both. Wants to sink his teeth into Isaac’s neck, wants Kaian on his back begging for it.
“Jesus, fuck,” Quinn groans, heat low in his gut. They’re so fucking pretty like this—Kaian’s kiss-swollen mouth, Isaac grinding like he’s racing to the end. Quinn commits the vision of their slick lips and flushed skin to memory. Wants to remember the smell of them—sweet and raw and ready.
“You too, alpha,” Isaac pants, nipping Kaian’s bottom lip and tilting his head, inviting Quinn in. Open-mouthed and fucking irresistible.
Quinn leans in, breath catching—
A loud clatter from the kitchen snaps the moment in half.
“Shit. Fuck. Sorry.” Elias ducks down, vanishing behind the counter.
Quinn blinks, trying to drag himself out of the haze. His cock is rock hard. He looks over and sees Elias’s ass in those pants, bent over, flustered.
Goddammit.
His head pops back up. Pink-cheeked and with his glasses fogged up, Quinn can’t be sure if it’s from the steaming pasta in the sink behind him or from watching.
Quinn gives Kaian and Isaac a last squeeze, then prowls forward, pinning Elias gently against the counter.
Elias holds up a slotted spoon like a shield. Adorable.
“You look…hot…cher,” Quinn murmurs, close enough to fog his glasses more.
“You’re hot…uh…I mean, it’s hot.” He’s so flustered, Quinn wants to rub his hands with glee.
Where Isaac is confident in his sexuality, this little mouse is shy.
Delightfully, sweetly aroused, if his lemon tea scent is anything to go by, but also timid.
It hits Quinn square in the solar plexus.
He’d meant it when he’d told The Goddess that it was unfair.
Elias is every button Quinn has, getting hit at once.
“You like to watch?” He drags a fingertip along that soft, bitten lip. “Or do you want some for yourself?”
Elias’s tongue darts out, brushing Quinn’s finger. “Yes,” he whispers, almost like he’s surprised by it himself—but he opens his mouth a bit wider, just waiting for Quinn to accept.
Isaac draws Kaian into the kitchen, pressing tight to Quinn’s side. His hand slides behind Elias’s neck. “It’s okay, Eli,” he says gently.
Quinn gives Elias a second to change his mind. It’s not easy, because he wants to be cruel with that mouth. Wants to tease, to bite that lip until it is bright red. Maybe leave a purple mark. But Eli’s trembling. Not with fear, but too much want. Next time, maybe.
So he kisses him instead.
Elias makes a choked little sound, high and helpless, and then melts against him. Whatever tension he’d been holding leaks out in a slow, desperate moan.
And then he really kisses Quinn.
Tongue, teeth, heat. He’s starving. He licks deep, sucks on Quinn’s tongue like he wants to drown in it, hands fisting in Quinn’s shirt. There’s nothing shy about him now.
Quinn groans, low in his throat. Elias tilts his soft hips toward him, grinds up against him, hard and hot, and fuck, he’s big.
Goddess, this boy could break him.
They end up pressed together in a knot. Isaac is kissing Kaian again, Quinn’s hands everywhere at once.
Sliding along their hips and lower backs.
Squeezing hips. Grazing a hard nipple. He slips a hand under Elias’s hoodie, pressing fingers into his smooth skin, relishing the give of flesh over firm muscle.
Elias’s mouth is on Quinn’s throat, sucking a mark into the skin there.
He wants his mate to bite him—to draw blood and bind them together.
Someone pulls Quinn’s shirt halfway up. Kaian’s hands are all over him, trembling and tucked into the front of his now too-tight jeans.
He doesn’t know why he knows it’s him, but he does.
The four of them trade kisses like candy. It’s messy. It’s fucking perfect. Time passes, and he couldn’t tell how long—minutes bleeding into the next.
Quinn’s got one hand low on Kaian’s hip, encouraging him to move—grind slowly against the hard line of Quinn’s thigh. He does, stuttering through the motion, half-starved, hips rolling in tight, helpless circles. His breath comes in high whines.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Quinn breathes, his voice gone gravelly. “Just like that, bébé.”
Elias kisses up Quinn’s throat, teeth scraping his jaw before nipping at his ear.
Isaac’s panting, and he lets his scrubs fall into a puddle over their feet.
He’s flushed, lips wet, pupils blown wide, head tilted back like he’s trying to breathe in more of their combined scent.
He moans when Kaian nuzzles up and licks along the curve of his throat.
Isaac’s eyes roll back, hips punching forward as Elias works two fingers into him from behind—slow and deep. His moan is high and desperate when Kaian slips a hand under his shirt to pull at his nipple, and Isaac nearly shakes apart.
Quinn wishes he could see Elias’s hand. Wants to add his own fingers and see how he stretches around them. See how much he can take before he comes.
Kaian opens his mouth like he needs something—tongue resting on his bottom lip.
It’s an invitation Quinn can’t resist. He slides two fingers past those kiss-raw lips, pressing them down onto Kaian’s tongue.
Slick heat closes around them, and Kaian moans like it hurts, like it’s too much and still not enough.
He sucks greedily, tongue working in slow, desperate swipes, eyes fluttering closed.
His whole body goes taut a second later—like he’s been struck by lightning. A full-body shudder runs through him, and he gasps around Quinn’s fingers. His hips jerk once, then again, helpless and instinctive, and he comes hard with a broken cry, soaking the front of his jeans.
Isaac lets out a choked sob, forehead pressed to Quinn’s chest as his hips stutter wildly. “Please—fuck, please—I can’t—” The words break apart on a gasp, high and wrecked.