Chapter 29
Alexander
I spent most of my life dancing with my mental magic, pushing limits, then backing away. Not until I took my castle did I want something beyond myself so badly the ceilidh turned into a shuffle.
But now I wanted something else, and she wanted me back.
The dance floor called to me.
I had no idea what I was doing, but that only made it more exciting.
Adrenaline rushed through me as I shaped a small room with four simple chairs. The less detail, the easier it would be for us to find and then anchor the image into Quinn’s consciousness.
Rowan and Cayden sat on either side of me in the Alun.
Our power throbbed around us like a living thing.
Their tethers tied them to Quinn, and the magic sweating out of every pore bound the three of us.
I didn’t drag this out. With a little push, I prayed my magic did what I wanted, and I entered the room I’d made.
It looked nothing like I expected. I stood in my office—every detail painted into place, as pristine as the day I moved in.
The chunky wood of my desk was freshly oiled, and my old leather couch didn’t have a scratch on it.
The shelves that now held my baskets of scrawls weren’t even up yet.
The vivid memory sent a pleasant shiver down my spine.
“This is your office?” Quinn asked.
I turned at the sound of her voice, and my heart skipped a beat.
A slip of a dress barely covered her glowing skin in silky baby blue.
My colors. Her thick hair cascaded around her shoulders, and the red glowed where it mixed with the crystal strands.
She was breathtaking. My cock twitched in agreement.
But it wasn’t in the right room, and I was alone with her.
“Something must have gone wrong. This isn’t what I built.” I started to back away, but her soft, warm hand settled on my chest, just above my heart.
“I can feel you.” Quinn pressed her palm directly into my chest. “I didn’t think this would be physical.”
My heart thumped faster, and I looked down. I, apparently, wasn’t wearing much clothing either.
“Tethers evolved with the tremors to protect fertility; they aren’t mental magic,” I reasoned. “This must be the tether mixing with our subconscious, pushing what biology already demands.”
Quinn went very still. Her gaze didn’t leave her hand on my chest. “What our biology demands… so it’s not something you want? It’s just another byproduct of magic.”
My heart plummeted. When Quinn tried to pull her hand from my chest, I caught it and pressed it back, like losing her touch would stop my breathing.
“No.” I placed my other hand on her lower back and drew her closer.
She still didn’t look at me. Pain filled her tether and pulled at doubt, still festering inside her.
My next words carried the weight of my future.
“‘Want’ doesn’t cover how I burn for you.
Your magic called to me the moment you stepped into my castle.
Our breakfasts woke a playful side of me I’d forgotten.
Your presence disturbed routines that had been killing my soul so slowly I hadn’t even noticed.
” My heart thumped under her hand. I cupped her cheek, forcing her to look up at me.
“I want you so badly; my subconscious ignored my rational mind to make sure we ended up here.”
The pain in her tether eased. Hope mixed with disbelief and excited expectation. Her disbelief was my fault. Maybe a bit of Ezra’s, too, but mine. I had to fix it.
Quinn’s eyelashes fluttered as she gazed into my eyes, as if desperate for me to do exactly that. “Why are we in your office?”
One of the thin straps holding her dress up slipped off her shoulder. I traced it, quickly losing brain cells to my stiffening cock.
“This office was my first real home. The first place I felt safe. And…” I couldn’t help myself. I leaned down, pushing her hair back so I could kiss her neck and smell the sweet scent of her. “It’s special to me.”
I wanted to blush, but couldn’t. In this room, Ezra showed me how much more sex could be than hand jobs and quickies in The Mile’s tunnels. This was the first place we’d laid each other bare in the light.
And now, I was here with Quinn.
My blood raced, and my dick throbbed. I knew what she was going to ask before she opened her mouth.
“Why is it special?”
Quinn needed action, not words. Doubt would plague her until she felt how much she truly meant to me.
I cupped both her cheeks. “I want to show you.”
I didn’t give her a chance to say no, though if she’d done anything other than kiss me back, I would have. I pressed my lips to hers, and she molded herself to me. Her mouth was so small and delicate compared to Ezra’s. For a heartbeat, I waited before realizing Quinn wasn’t going to take the lead.
Without my lover here, that was up to me. A thrum of excitement shot through me. I ran my hands down her neck and mapped her every curve. She dropped her hand from my chest, and her dress pooled to the floor around her feet.
I picked up her hand once more and put it back over my heart. “I love you, Quinn. And I want you to feel it.”
I captured her lips again, trapping her hand in place between us so she could feel the thump-thump of my racing heart.
Our lips slid against each other. I reached down and ran my hands along her hips to brush the bottom of her butt cheeks and back up.
Ezra was a storm, but Quinn’s curves were a siren’s call, and I’d happily drown in her song.
The longer we kissed, the more my back let me know how far down I was stooping to make it happen.
I released her lips. “Up. We are going on a journey.”
Quinn didn’t question it. She gripped my shoulders, and I lifted her, crushing her core against my stomach. She let out a surprised “oh” and peppered my chest with kisses while I carried her to my desk and set her down.
Her hard nipples pressed into my chest as I cupped her breasts, nipping and sucking each in turn.
I couldn’t get over the feel of her—the slope of her body and her soft hands as they explored me almost as much as I explored her.
She responded to my touches with little shudders and squeaks of surprise that made me desperate for more.
I kissed her neck again, ready to do another pass of her hips, when she put her hand over mine. “There’s more to sex than just kissing, did you know that?”
I smirked and placed a single gentle kiss on her lips. “Oh, is there?”
Quinn gave a solemn nod, slowly guiding my hand until my fingers brushed the soft curls at her core.
“Why are we in your office?” Quinn asked again.
I swallowed hard. “Because it’s the center of my world… I want you in it.”
I slid lower, finding the nub Ezra had taught me to worship, and pressed lightly. Quinn squeaked and bucked into me.
I cupped her face with my other hand, and my world became her pleasure-filled eyes. “Be mine, Quinn. Be ours. Be whatever you want to be, but be it at my side.”
A tear ran out of Quinn’s eye. She surged forward and wrapped her legs around me, crushing my hand against her slick sex.
With my other arm, I held her close, and we rocked.
My erection strained between us. I didn’t let the hug linger.
My lips found her ear and then her jaw. She slowly released me and settled back on the desk.
My fingers once again caressed her clit, not too firmly, but not softly either.
I couldn’t help myself. I brought our lips together again and thrust my tongue into her mouth. She was so warm and full of curves, so many curves from her delicate tongue to the swell of her hips. She thrust herself against my hand, begging for more.
I released her lips and slipped a finger into her opening before pressing her clit with my palm. Her moan filled my office—louder than any command I’d ever given.
“I want to be at your side, Xan. Please, I’ve never had anything inside me before. I’m ready. For you.”
The room roared. I hadn’t realized I’d picked her up until we were stumbling into a wall. I pulled back just enough to line us up.
I gazed at her, my girl, my only woman. “I’m not sure I can go slow.”
“I don’t want you to,” Quinn promised.
She kissed me again, and the tip of my cock sank into her exquisite heat.