Chapter 28 Quinn #3
“All of it,” Kaian says without hesitation, running a finger over the line of Quinn’s cock. “It was all good. But now I need this inside me. Please. I’ve waited forever.”
“You mean since yesterday?”
“No. I mean, I have been waiting forever.” Kaian’s gaze drops to the front of Quinn’s T-shirt, as if the words themselves have made him shy. When his eyes lift again, he looks achingly young and open, vulnerability laid bare in the low light. Quinn’s stomach drops straight into his toes.
“Are you a virgin?” The question feels absurd even as he asks it. Kaian is twenty-seven. Isaac’s fingers had been in his ass not long ago. But Kaian knows what he means.
“No,” Kaian says quickly. “I’ve—” He meets Quinn’s eyes once before skittering away. He’s hiding something, and Quinn isn’t the only one worried it’s ugly.
Connall is growling behind him, and Soren is doing everything in his power to keep the big man on the mattress instead of up in their space. Quinn can’t blame him. The idea of Kaian’s other partners has him wanting a list and locations so he can pay them a visit, too.
“I’m not a virgin, but I haven’t ever really been…um. Horny. I’ve fucked, but I haven’t ever really wanted it.”
How he thinks that has helped the situation, Quinn will never know. Connall is on his feet, eyes red and claws down. Their alpha must realize he’s got nowhere to put his rage, because he’s vibrating with it.
“No! Oh my god. No. It’s not like that. Gosh.” Kaian blows out a breath, shaking his head. “Look—can we talk about this another time? I am about to get my back blown out, and I can think of a million other things I’d rather be doing right about now.”
He pushes his hair back and cups Quinn’s cheeks in his palms, thumbs warm on Quinn’s lips. “I made choices. I was okay with every single one of them. Okay?”
Soren frowns at that, and somehow that small crease between his brows only tightens the tension in the room. The silence stretches, heavy and watchful, as if no one quite knows what to say next.
“Please, Quinn?” Kaian says softly. “I want to feel it with someone I lo—I mean, that I’m attracted to. Please?”
Quinn draws in a slow, wavering breath. He never wanted to be part of a story that wasn’t his to choose. But Kaian is standing here, wanting him, choosing him in this moment, and that is something he can take with him when he leaves. That he is wanted, even if it’s with Destiny’s hand on the scale.
He reaches up and tucks a loose strand of hair behind Kaian’s ear, the touch steady despite the ache in his chest.
“Okay,” Quinn says. “How do you want to do it? Any fantasy I can—”
“Can you fuck me on this counter?” The words sigh out so fast, he pales before flushing deep red. “Oh, my word. How embarrassing.”
“Nah. It’s hot. And I would love to fuck you on this counter.”
Kaian’s smile is blinding, bright, and unapologetic, and Connall sucks in a sharp breath behind them.
“So much fucking light,” Soren mutters. “Am I right?”
“Mmm.”
Quinn pulls his T-shirt over his head and lets it fall to the floor. Kaian’s fingers are already at his jeans, impatiently working them open and pushing them down his hips. The denim pools at his feet.
Those soft fingers run over the tip of Quinn’s cock before he sucks the fluid into his mouth.
“You even taste a little like cherries, you know?”
“Yeah?”
Kaian’s thumb smooths over the head again, this time drawing the precome down his shaft to the thickening flesh at the base. He squeezes firmly as he pulls up. Mouth open, eyes locked on Quinn’s, he looks both young and brave.
Something in Quinn tightens at the sight. He bends so he can lick across his mouth. “Ready?” The question isn’t just about the sex; it’s about what comes next.
At the same time, he slips the fingers of one hand along Kaian’s crack and the other over the gentle swell of a pec and that bright red nipple, holding Kaian steady.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Kaian murmurs.
Quinn lifts him, setting the high curve of his ass on the edge of the counter. It causes Kaian to lean back, his hands behind him. The lube bottle is in Quinn’s hand, and the artificial unscented slick is in his palm.
He strokes his cock slowly, watching as the head disappears in his fist. The firm pressure does nothing but ramp him up.
Kaian lifts his thigh in a feat of flexibility and hauls Quinn closer. “Are you always this pokey?” Kaian sasses back. “You sure talk a lot, sugar.”
Quinn chokes on a laugh as the head of his cock presses into Kaian’s waiting heat. It’s been so long since Quinn has felt someone this way—all slick walls and clasping hole, clinging to his every inch. He’s not as big as Connall, but taking Quinn’s length is no small feat.
“Ohhhhhhhh,” Kaian wails. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
The filthy words coming from Kaian’s lips never fail to send a shock straight to his balls, and suddenly, the long hours he’d been on edge come barreling down on him.
“Why are you stopping? God, don’t stop. Need it. Please, Quinn, please.” Hips bucking and thighs clenching, he tries to draw Quinn to him by sheer force.
“Stop, bébé. Fuck. I’m hanging on by a fucking thread.” His voice cracks on the warning. That thread feels thin as silk and just as easy to break.
Kaian doesn’t heed his warning and pushes himself forward off the counter and into Quinn’s embrace. It forces all of Quinn into Kaian’s tight channel in one fast, deep glide.
“Holy fuck!” Quinn gasps, holding Kaian to his chest with one arm and digging claws into the counter to keep himself on his feet with the other. All he knows is heat, squeeze, and the shocked sound Kaian makes against his mouth.
Kaian writhes desperately in his arms, using his hands as leverage as he tries his best to ride Quinn in this position. He’s beautiful like this, and every greedy roll of his hips shoots sparks down Quinn’s spine. His wolf wants to push him down and fuck him hard.
Mate mate mate. It pounds through him like a drumbeat as old as time.
The pulse in Kaian’s neck throbs under his tongue, the scent of coconuts and incense like ambrosia. His control wavers as his fangs drop, the urge to bite so strong every word of reassurance or caution he’d given Kaian gone in a burst of stinging pleasure.
“Quinn,” Connall says from beside him. His alpha is calm, keeping his distance, but he’s rock hard and smelling like Quinn’s pack.
Kaian’s small, broken sounds scrape along Quinn’s nerves and make his grip tighten.
“Alpha,” Quinn whines. He could never have envisioned that he’d need Connall to help him in this moment.
“You can do it. Make him come. Keep him safe. Yes?” His navy blue eyes are confident that Quinn can hold his wolf back. His words make Quinn think he can lift his head, grasp his mate around his soft hips, and lift him, fucking up at the same time.
“Good. More.” Connall adds his hands to Kaian’s waist so he can lean back into Connall. The alpha’s heavy cock slides under his ass, the head catching on Quinn’s balls as they work together to give Kaian pleasure.
Kaian loops one arm around Connall’s neck, fingers catching in their Alpha’s hair, turning his head so he can suck on his jaw.
“Beautiful, Kai. Look at you taking Quinn. He’s so big, and you’re making him sweat, baby.
Just a bit more.” He runs a thumb over his sore nipple and then down between Quinn and Kaian’s belly over Kaian’s hard dick and under his balls, where Quinn’s cock is stretching his hole.
He slips a finger inside alongside Quinn’s length, hooks the skin, and accidentally scratches Quinn’s cock in the process.
It’s enough to have Quinn’s knot fully inflated and a shout torn from Quinn’s throat.
Hot waves of viscous pleasure lock him up, head flung back and one clawed hand digging deep into Connall’s arm.
Kaian comes around him as Connall pushes their mate down over Quinn’s knot as white light flashes behind Quinn’s closed lids.
The burst of sizzling pleasure carries him higher as Kaian’s body clenches and clenches around him.
The impossible—and perfect—fit sends them both into another orgasm.
Kaian cries out, his cock spurting clear fluid on Quinn’s belly.
Quinn’s knees buckle, almost taking them to the floor, but Connall is there holding them steady and easing them down gently.
First to his knees, with Kaian clutched to his chest. Limp, his eyelashes flutter wetly against his cheeks.
Quinn casts his eyes up to Connall’s. His cock is hard, standing straight up against his belly, an angry reddish-purple.
For a moment, he considers opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue, begging Connall to come, too.
To mark Quinn as pack and mate, and to join them on the weird little mat in front of the sink.
The first time Quinn had that thought flashes back through his mind.
They’d been on the bus. When Connall had been running from Isaac and Elias, while Soren chased him across the city.
Nothing has changed. At least not for Quinn.
They’re still just puppets on strings, pulled by a Fate that had plans they knew nothing about.
Closing his eyes, Quinn turns away to press his nose into Kaian’s sweaty head, letting sweet coconut and patchouli soothe the ache of denial away.
He barely hears Connall walk away, his footsteps almost silent. A few minutes later, the bathroom door closes quietly.