Chapter 32 Quinn
Quinn
A shock of heat jolted me awake; visions of Xan, Cayden, and Rowan tangled into raw, mindless need. I’d been with all of them, and none of them, or maybe one at a time. My pussy pulsed and tried to grip dicks that didn’t exist. Or did, just not right here.
I mewled like a stray cat in heat and ran my hand down my still-clothed body.
“Your talk did not go as expected,” Ezra stated.
His low, stupid, sexy voice added to the flames burning me alive. I didn’t know it was possible to be this turned on. I sat up, finding Ezra sitting on the edge of my bed, watching me.
Our eyes locked in the hush as shadows flickered across the tent.
Ezra’s purple gaze smoldered, his hands rigid at his sides as if touching me would shatter his control.
The stupidly hot mage had been there for me on day one, literally finding me in the gym when I was nothing but skin and bones.
He’d protected me. He was a part of everything I wanted.
“I’m so turned on; I’m going to explode. Help me.” It wasn’t romantic, but romance would never be the right word for us.
The shadow mage surged forward and pinned me to the bed. He already knew my weakest spots, and he kissed and sucked every one, stripping both of us bare between breaths. I ran my hands down his chiseled abs and cupped his waist.
“Please, I need you. I’m so empty.” I didn’t know where the words came from, but Ezra snapped his mouth away from my skin and slid his hips to mine.
“It’ll hurt at first, but trust me,” Ezra whispered in my ear.
I grabbed onto his back and buried my face in his shoulder. He nudged my tight entrance, and without giving me a chance to overthink, he slowly slid into me. Intrusive stretching became my world.
“You’re taking me so well, Kitten,” Ezra murmured against my temple. “So tight. So perfect. Trust me.”
Sweat beaded on my forehead, and I kept my face buried in his shoulder. His hips connected with mine, and something pressed my clit. A zing of pleasure fought through the new sensations.
“That’s all of me, Kitten. Relax.”
I panted, every pulse of my stretched body making me achingly aware Ezra was inside me, deeper than anyone had ever been. He could break me. He could destroy me. And that terrifying vulnerability was the most intimate thing of all.
“I can make it better, but you need to let go of me,” Ezra said, his voice amazingly gentle.
Slowly, I released his shoulder and did my best to relax on the bed.
Still buried deep, Ezra propped himself on one arm and reached between us to rub my clit. Pleasure bloomed. My stretched walls adjusted, and the pain eased.
I could do this.
He increased the pressure. “I’m going to move now.”
I nodded, and he rocked. My overly stretched channel protested, but he increased the speed on my clit, and the stretch shifted into something more pleasurable.
Each thrust added to the new sensation, and the built-up pleasure coursing through me seeped back into my skin.
I found my hips rocking with his every stroke, looking for more.
He stopped rubbing my clit, and caged me between his strong arms, and soon his thrusts created a rhythm my body didn’t disagree with.
“I want to kiss you, but you’re so short.” Ezra paused, cupping my cheek.
He thrust again, and pure pleasure filled his face. I loved it. I peppered his chest with kisses. “It’s okay,” I teased. “Next time, Xan can be kissing me.”
Ezra’s gaze smoldered. He pulled out enough that he could capture my lips, bruising and forceful, before filling me once more.
This time, the pain was gone. His movements were tender, not the wild passion of the others, but gentle and sweet, so much so it cracked something open inside me, and a tear slipped free.
Ezra stopped. “Have I done—”
I silenced him before he finished his thought. “This is everything I wanted. Don’t stop. You’re not hurting me. Just hold me, just like you were.”
Ezra pulled me upright, my knees curling around his waist as he held me tight to his chest. In this position, he didn’t sink quite as deep, a relief to my still-learning body, but we moved together slowly, finding a rhythm as I opened to this new phase of my life.
I hadn’t known sex could be like this—comfort, love, and so much more than physical. The vulnerability I’d felt bloomed into something beautiful as we became one.
He grunted, struggling to move and keep me close.
My clit ached in all the right ways from the constant contact with his body.
Despite the newness of being filled, my orgasm built and crested between us.
It wasn’t the biggest, but it was the rawest, my body clenching around him, shaking apart.
I sank my teeth into his shoulder to keep from crying out.
Moments later, his back went taut under my fingers, and his dick swelled, kicking my aftershocks into high gear. He squeezed me harder. Hot cum filled my passage, making my walls flutter all over again.
Slowly, I remembered I was still biting him, and I removed my teeth, leaving a slight indent on his shoulder. I blushed with embarrassment and looked everywhere but at him.
Ezra caught my chin, eyes burning. “I’ll keep your teeth marks forever. Don’t you dare be ashamed of wanting me.”
We stayed locked together, gazing into each other's eyes until his erection ebbed.
“Thank you for trusting me with your first time.” Ezra kissed me again. “It will only get better.”
I bit my lips together, both already turned on again and embarrassed. “Yeah, Xan’s little group therapy plan? Epic fail.”
Ezra smirked. He helped me off his lap, even putting a towel between my spread legs so he could pull me back into his arms without dripping on the bed. Practical and sweet.
“Was I really moaning that much?” I asked as he threw a blanket over us.
“And wriggling like a fish,” Ezra added.
Instead of letting myself be embarrassed, I rolled so my head was on his chest. “I met Xan in his office. You told him you loved him in that office.” I paused. Xan’s hadn’t used those words, but Ezra’s calm acceptance told me I was right. “It’s his favorite place in the entire castle.”
It was Ezra’s turn to blush.
“But you know what I found the most interesting?” I ran my finger down his abs and brushed his spent dick. “Cayden can tie up his dick. We didn’t talk about the finer points of why. But he caged it. There was no way he felt everything. Sounds like something you’d enjoy.”
Ezra raised an eyebrow. “Did you enjoy it?”
I toyed with the blanket’s edge. “Yes, but everything felt like a dream sequence. I remember it vividly, but when I woke up, my body hadn’t, ah, done any deeds.” I blushed. “Other than us. But I don’t think this is a dream. Or at least, I hope it’s not.”
“It isn’t.” Ezra tilted my head up and kissed me again. “Pass your tests, come back to us; we have exploring to do.” He paused. “Not tonight. But this dick cage.” He cleared his throat, almost bashful, before his usual confidence returned. “I want details. I’m very curious.”
I snuggled into his chest, and he pulled me close.
“I love you,” Ezra whispered.
My heart squeezed. I. Not we.
“I love you too, Ez. Now go to sleep.” I swatted him.
I tried my hardest, but it didn’t take long for Ezra’s hands to start wandering and my pulse to beat in my clit. Maybe what we needed was more practice—sooner rather than later.
The next morning, pulling free of Ezra’s arms was torture, but I managed. My collar was back in place. As much as I wanted to stay, Ezra was still pretending to be a Westwater. We couldn’t risk blowing his cover with lovey-dovey bullshit.
He slipped out the back of my tent and vanished into his morning routine. Brit hovered outside my door when I emerged, and I squeaked in surprise.
She gave me a toothy grin. “Good night?”
I flushed tomato-red, but when I tried to tell Brit, she held up her hand. “We have a surprise guest this afternoon. Eat and train this morning. I don’t know what McDonald has planned for you, but I don’t trust it.”
I sobered and did as instructed.
The surprise was Everly. We squealed and hugged until Hero covered his ears like we were murdering him. I spent the afternoon catching up on everything on my friend's mind, and her horror of being back home.
“Even Hero didn’t like it,” Everly said, elbowing her twin.
Hero wrinkled his nose but nodded. “Didn’t expect it to bother me. Not sure if the politics are new or if I’m just seeing them now.”
I studied him, waiting for a mention of a girlfriend, or boyfriend, or both, given his interaction with Seth, but he said nothing. Was it possible Hero had a secret?
“You’re just noticing them,” Everly teased, poking her twin, oblivious to my thoughts. “Our family offered you up to Quinn on a silver platter, and I had to point it out, remember?”
Hero looked right at me. “We received your response. I’ve been instructed to take you up on a coffee.”
I grinned. “It’s a date.”
Ezra’s growl rumbled from the shadows. I should’ve been startled, but instead warmth bloomed in my stomach. Across from me, the hair on Hero’s arms literally rose. He looked around, but when no one else reacted, he calmed.
I badly wanted to reach out to Ezra and let him know about our inside joke, but if he was skulking, that meant someone watched us.
“Where are you sitting tonight?” I asked Everly instead.
Everly chewed her bottom lip. “I don’t know. Mom’s unhappy and doesn’t believe that I ‘didn’t realize’ the truth of Seth’s story. But if I sit with the Architect, it will be making a statement against my family.”
“You could sit with the Tates,” I suggested. “Rowan’s family are the Architect’s allies, but they don’t bring anything to the table, right? That sounds pretty peaceful.”
“Look at you, all political.” Everly pretended to adjust imaginary glasses. “It’s not a bad suggestion either.”
“You could walk in with us,” Brit added.
Everly froze. “I’m expected back with my family this evening.”