Chapter Eight
Quinton was quiet the entire ride to his house. Noah had explained to him about leaving and how his sons had tracked him down—though neither Killian nor Ryker would tell Noah how they’d done it—but when he’d finished talking, all Quinton had said was to pack a bag.
Noah hadn’t argued. He’d simply grabbed a small duffel bag from his tiny closet and packed his clothes, along with his toiletries. The apartment had come furnished, and since it was so small, Noah hadn’t bought anything to make the space his own.
There hadn’t been enough room to add anything else.
His mom still kept his bedroom at home, and that was where Noah stored the bulk of his things. Even a lot of his clothes still hung in his old bedroom closet and were stuffed in his dresser drawers.
Since he had no idea how long he would be at Quinton’s, what he had in the duffel bag was everything he’d brought to his apartment when he’d moved in.
When they arrived at Quinton’s, Noah grabbed his bag from the back seat of the red pickup. He didn’t bother checking out the house when they entered. His mind was still rattled and confused from everything that had happened so far. Plus, he hated the fact his mate was angry with him. After he’d returned to his apartment and Quinton had woken up, Noah’s day had gone from terrifying chaos to enjoyable.
He even liked Killian’s and Ryker’s offbeat personalities. And Mrs. Baker? She’d blown Noah’s mind with her shameless flirting. If only Quinton hadn’t asked what they were hiding from him. That one question had tanked their good time and put everyone in a solemn mood.
Not even Ryker and Killian had said more than two words after Noah explained about his escape.
“This way,”
Quinton said as Noah followed behind him. They climbed the stairs to the second floor, and then he showed Noah to his bedroom. “You can set your bag aside. I’ll clean out a few drawers for your things in a little bit.”
Noah had had enough of the silent treatment, something he’d always hated. Whenever his parents had done it to him, they’d made him feel like a bad kid, like he was a huge disappointment to them. Although it hadn’t been their intention, they’d nurtured his insecurities when they’d ignored him, causing his anxiety to skyrocket.
His stepfather hadn’t been any better. Jack had pretty much ignored Noah’s existence, unless the guy needed something or Noah went to him for useless advice. Then he’d had to endure a boatload of arrogance, especially when Jack’s friends were around.
What a jerk.
Thankfully Layne had always said what was on his mind, even if Noah hated getting read the riot act. But at least he’d known how Layne felt. The same with Harris. His best friend had always spoken his mind, which Noah appreciated. It was better than being ignored. The guy had always been there for him, had always had Noah’s back.
Which reminded him that he would have to call Harris soon and come up with some excuse for today. He’d left his friend with a bunch of unanswered questions and a lot of worry, which wasn’t fair to their friendship.
Fed up with the cold-shoulder treatment, Noah stormed over to the bedroom door and closed it, though he’d really wanted to slam it shut. “You’re pissed I snuck out, I get it,”
Noah argued, “but can you blame me? My apartment was invaded, you got stabbed, two men died, one right in my living room, and I was nearly kidnapped. Forgive me for panicking.”
“This isn’t about you panicking!”
Quinton snarled, the sound swiftly reminding Noah that his mate wasn’t human. “This is about your safety, rabbit . It’s about you taking off knowing Toro is after you. I mean, god, you were out there alone and unprotected.”
He ran his hands over his head as he paced in a tight circle. “Anything could have happened to you, and I wouldn’t have been able to help because I was healing.”
“But nothing happened to me,”
Noah countered just as heatedly. “Your world came crashing into mine, and I just needed a bit of normalcy for a moment, to ground myself, so I drove to my best friend’s house. I wasn’t even there ten minutes before a fleet of bikers showed up and whisked me back home.”
Quinton stopped pacing and stared incredulously at him. “Came crashing into your life? Think about that statement, Noah. Why did they show up? Were they there for me? Who were they there for and why? Don’t you dare try to pin this on me.”
“I’m not…”
Noah took a deep breath. “I’m not trying to pin this on you, Quinton. I know I’m the reason those people showed up this morning. I’m also aware…”
He paused once more, taking an even deeper breath to try and push back the tears that threatened to fall. “That I’m the reason you were stabbed and had to heal in the first place. Yes, I was scared, but honestly, I only ran to stop anymore bad guys from hurting you and possibly your sons.”
“You ran to protect me?”
Quinton threw his arms up. “I don’t need you to protect me, Noah. And how would any ‘bad’ guys even know you were no longer at home?”
“That’s…a damn good question.”
One Noah hadn’t thought about.
He wished to god he could go back in time and stop himself from taking that loan. Toro was only the “collector”
and not the person he’d gotten the money from.
Desperation was one hell of an incentive to make the most irrational decisions, and Noah had been desperate to pay his bills so he wouldn’t be forced to move back home.
It had been Jack’s arrogant attitude that had caused Noah to make some shady back-alley deal instead of swallowing his pride and admitting he couldn’t afford to live on his own.
Even if Jack’s pretentiousness had been the driving factor, ultimately, it had been Noah who’d made the deal. His bills were now paid six months in advance, giving him some breathing room, but that breathing room was about to be cut short if he couldn’t come up with the money.
What seriously pissed Noah off was the fact Raphael had told him that he could pay the loan back in installments. Not according to Toro. Raphael wanted his money now, with an exorbitant amount of interest.
Like, three times the amount of the original loan.
“I understand how terrified you must have been.”
Quinton scrubbed a hand over his bearded jaw, his voice much calmer. “Fight or flight is a normal reaction.”
Noah opened his mouth, but his mate held up a hand.
“But these aren’t normal circumstances, hon. This is my world you’re dealing with, and Toro isn’t a vampire to be underestimated. This morning is a perfect example,”
he said heatedly. “While he might’ve been hired to collect money owed, I’m here to tell you that he doesn’t give a shit if you pay back that loan. I’m not trying to scare you, Noah, but you need to know how twisted and dark the guy is. He gets off on toying with people, head-fucking his victims, terrifying them before he goes in for the kill. If he gets his hands on you…”
Quinton closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.
Noah didn’t need his mate to finish. He’d gotten the picture, and it was more frightening than he’d care to think about.
He was so screwed.
“This is why I need you to promise me you won’t pull a stunt like that again.”
When Quinton opened his eyes, they were filled with so much fear that the expression nearly brought Noah to his knees. “You have no idea what you mean to me.”
“Then tell me,”
Noah pleaded. “Make me understand, Quinton. I feel our connection, but it baffles me how I can feel this deeply for someone I just met.”
He shook his head. “My mom never told me about this part of mating. Please…help me figure it out.”
What he really wanted was his mate’s arms around him, telling him that he was safe and how Toro would never hurt him. Noah had brought this on himself, but he desperately needed help getting out of it.
Quinton clenched his jaw, like he was trying to reel his emotions in. He took a couple deep breaths then blew them out slowly.
“You were destined to be mine before you were even born, Noah. Preternatural live for a very long time. I’m 324 years old. In all that time, I’ve always felt like a part of me was missing.”
He moved closer and placed his hands on Noah’s upper arms. “You’re that missing piece. The moment I realized you were my mate, the emptiness inside of me vanished.”
Noah slowly licked his dry lips, remembering the moment he’d spotted Quinton walking toward the counter in the bar. How strongly he’d been attracted to him, the strange sensation Noah had felt in the center of his chest, and how he’d wanted to melt into the man’s arms.
“I remember the moment you realized it. Though, at the time, I had no idea what it meant.”
He looked up into his mate’s steel-gray eyes. “You sniffed the air then frowned before you glanced at me again.”
Quinton gripped him under his arms and lifted him, making Noah squeak before he instinctively curled his legs around his mate’s waist. “Do you know how badly I wanted to bend you over that bar, handsome?”
he asked, his voice low and rough. “When I heard you tell your best friend to stop pressuring you into having sex, I wondered if I would have to kill him and your brother.”
Noah’s brows shot to his hairline.
“My bear is very protective of you, Noah. I thought they were trying to pressure you into something you didn’t want.”
He nibbled his way up Noah’s neck, his mate’s soft lips and tender kisses making him sigh. “It’s also very possessive. The thought of you having sex with someone else made my bear want to maul them.”
Noah softly chuckled. “I definitely didn’t want to have sex with either of them.”
The man’s lips were creating havoc inside Noah’s body, his cock already rock-hard. He slid his tongue over Noah’s Adam’s apple then suckled the flesh. Quinton made a sound low in his throat, a soft hum of pleasure that vibrated along Noah’s neck and caused him to moan in response.
Tangling his fingers in his mate’s hair, he tilted his head to the side as Quinton worked his way to the skin below his ear. “Have you been with a man before?”
his mate groaned the words like an erotic pulse against Noah’s skin, his tongue circling the shell of his ear. “Be honest with me.”
Noah whimpered, grinding his hard cock against his mate’s rigid stomach, desperate for more friction. “Does it matter?”
“Not at all.”
Noah sucked in a sharp breath when Quinton nipped his earlobe. “But I’m dying to know if I’ll be your first. I swear it doesn’t matter, honestly, but I really want to know, sweetheart.”
If it didn’t matter, why was he so insistent on an answer? Noah wasn’t ashamed of the fact, but he also hadn’t gone around bragging about his virgin status either.
“What makes you think I’ve never had sex?”
He might not have given the best head—because Quinton had been his first as far as a blowjob—but he could’ve just sucked at it.
No pun intended.
Quinton gave him a pointed stare. Noah gave him one in return. With a roll of his eyes and a smirk, his mate’s lips resumed their assault on Noah’s senses. He rocked against Quinton, still needing the friction, but hissed in frustration when their clothes were making it impossible.
Suddenly, Noah landed on the bed, unaware they had been moving toward it. Quinton pulled his groin back, giving himself just enough room to unfastened Noah’s pants before he slipped his beefy hand inside and curled his fingers around Noah’s hard cock.
“Oh shit,”
Noah breathed out in a whisper, his heart thumping wildly. The firm grip and slow stroking had him lifting his hips so he could fuck Quinton’s fist.
“Hang on. We need to do this the right way.”
His mate pulled his hand free, and Noah whimpered at the loss of such a great hand job. He wanted that tight fist back on his cock. Quinton grinned while he whipped his shirt off with one hand.
Showoff. The guy was preening, and Noah didn’t mind at all. In fact, his cock jerked and his stomach flipped as he stared at his mate’s amazing body. Even though he’d seen Quinton’s bare chest at his apartment, Noah would never tire of looking at all those gorgeous, lickable muscles.
After grabbing a bottle of lube from his night stand drawer, Quinton removed his shoes and pants, along with his socks and underwear. Now he stood there gloriously naked, his hard, beautiful cock protruding from his groin. His very thick and long cock.
Then his mate lowered to his knees and began to undress Noah. Was now a good time to become nervous? Sex was really going to happen, but as much as the size of Quinton’s erection intimidated him—as well as where that behemoth was headed—Noah refused to chicken out.
Even when Quinton slid Noah’s pants and underwear down his legs, removing his shoes and socks just as deliberately. Was his mate trying to seduce him by removing everything so damn slowly?
“On your elbows and watch me,”
Quinton instructed in a deep, seductive tone. As if he was attached to a pulley, Noah rose up, resting on his elbows just as he was told.
Quinton’s fist was back on his erection, giving the hard flesh just the right amount of pressure. He stroked Noah’s cock a few times and then sank his mouth over the throbbing flesh.
Noah collapsed onto his back, spreading his legs as he loudly groaned. Now he knew why those muscled hunks in the pornos he’d watched looked like they were in heaven when the twinks sucked them off.
The feeling was so… Words failed him.
Quinton’s mouth vanished. Gnashing his teeth, Noah propped himself up again, scowling at his mate. “Why’d you stop?”
“You stopped watching what I was doing,”
Quinton stated matter-of-factly. “No eyes, no head.”
“You are so cruel.”
Noah glared at him, growing even more annoyed when his mate winked.
He hissed loudly and his eyes rolled back as Quinton descended on his cock once more. His tongue lashed the hard length, his head moving up and down in a steady rhythm, his mouth suctioned tight.
Watching Quinton, a man who was the epitome of strength and masculinity, sucking his cock was an incredible sight to behold, just as it had been earlier this morning. It made Noah feel empowered and desirable, two things he’d never experienced before meeting his mate. It was a drugging feeling he never wanted to end.
Quinton popped his mouth off of Noah’s erection then licked the length, his tongue gliding, his lips sucking along the thick vein as hunger radiated in his eyes.
Having Quinton’s focus solely on him, and that heavy-lidded gaze staring at him so intensely, made Noah’s dick ache and his stomach perform somersaults.
As his mate sucked Noah’s cock back into his mouth, trapping the hard length between his lips, he grabbed Noah’s ankles and placed his feet on the bed, which caused his legs to fall to the sides.
He saw Quinton’s arms moving, but his hands were too low to see exactly what he was up to. The mystery was solved when the crease of Noah’s ass parted. Wet fingers circled his ring of muscle in a slow, circular motion. Noah’s heart beat even faster, his breathing shallow.
He’d never had anyone touch the most intimate part of his body. Noah hadn’t even touched it when he’d masturbated, and he was shocked at just how sensitive the bundle of nerves was.
Pressure started to build. Noah’s puckered hole began to sting slightly. There was more pressure, a harder suction on his cock, as his mate watched him closely. Quinton deep-throated Noah’s erection at the same time his finger breached the ring of muscle.
Gritting his teeth, Noah fisted the blanket as he waited for the pain, but all he felt was slight discomfort. Quinton rose up fully onto his knees and unleashed on Noah, sucking his cock like he was finished playing around.
Unable to stop himself, Noah dropped back down, mewling, his legs trembling as Quinton added another finger. But Noah was too lost in the euphoria of his mate’s mouth on his prick to care. Quinton drove him close to the abyss and then pulled back at the last second, repeating his torture a few more times and making Noah ride the edge of delirium.
What was Quinton doing to him? Noah’s eyelids were fluttering, he was panting, and felt as if he was… He wasn’t sure how to feel because too many sensations were bombarding him at the same time.
Noah’s groans and words turned nonsensical, just a blend of noises as Quinton sucked his dick and fucked Noah’s ass with his thick fingers. His body didn’t even feel like his own anymore. His mate was playing it like a goddamned symphony, wringing out every writhing move and obscene noise from Noah, adding a third finger to stretch his ass until it burned.
“Q-Quinton.”
He thrashed his head, trying frantically to draw breath into his lungs. He felt the buildup reaching a peak, the pressure growing even more intense.
Noah threw his head back and cried out, yanking on the blanket with his fists as his orgasm detonated, causing pleasure-packed shockwaves throughout his entire body. He convulsed, his seed pulsing hard and fast.
Quinton rose to his feet, clamped his hands on Noah’s inner thighs, and then drove his cock into Noah’s body. His thrusts matched each pulse of Noah’s release, like the guy was riding the waves with him.
When Noah stopped jerking, Quinton pushed them farther onto the bed, his hips rotating as he buried his shaft deep inside Noah’s ass.
“That was so goddamn beautiful,”
Quinton murmured, taking possession of his mouth.
Noah curled his legs around his mate’s lean waist, the pain-pleasure making his back bow. He felt so…full. The fat cock thrusted in and out of him, grazing over his prostate.
“Quinton,”
he moaned.
“Riding this high with you, sweetheart.”
He kissed and licked along Noah’s neck, adding tiny nips in between. “Feels so fucking good, baby.”
He shuddered. “So, so… fuck .”
“I need…”
Noah knew what he wanted but found it hard to ask.
Quinton slowed his thrusts, gazing down at him. “Tell me what you need, baby.”
“I want you to…”
Noah closed his eyes, yelling at himself to just spit it out.
His mate nuzzled him, groaning softly in his ear. Noah had never heard a more erotic sound. “What do you want me to do, Noah? You can tell me.”
“I want to get on my hands and knees.”
Those smut videos flashed into his mind again, but the men always looked as if they’d thoroughly enjoyed the position. Now that Noah had finally succumbed to sex, he wanted to try it all.
Quinton growled softly. “Your ass will take my cock deeper. Are you sure you’re ready for that?”
Noah nodded, gripping his mate’s swollen biceps. “Um, how deep?”
He furrowed his brows.
“I tell you what…”
Quinton reared back, looking amazing kneeling between Noah’s legs. His hips flexed, rocking his dick slowly inside Noah’s ass. “We’ll try it, but if it’s too much, you let me know, okay?”
From the look in his mate’s eyes, the guy knew the truth, so Noah needed to stop insulting his intelligence. “Yes, you’re my first.”
He ran his hand down Noah’s chest and stomach. “We’ll try whatever you want, but you have to be honest with me about how you feel with each position.”
Each position? How many were they going to try tonight? “Okay.”
Quinton eased out him, his mate’s cock appearing even harder, bobbing slightly as it throbbed. Noah turned over and stuck his ass in the air, feeling vulnerable and exposed. It had never dawned on him how much trust was involved with sex.
Strong hands skimmed over his globes, a moan rumbling behind him. “You have no idea how gorgeous you look right now, Noah.”
The pads of Quinton’s fingers slid over his swollen hole. “So damn pretty,”
he murmured.
Noah held his breath when he felt the tip of his mate’s cock skim up and down his ring of muscle. He placed his hand on the small of Noah’s back then guided his erection back inside his body.
Quinton held on to Noah’s ass, thrusting slow at first, like he was waiting for Noah to protest. Not a chance. His mate was right. This position took his shaft deeper, and it felt so damn good.
“Fuck me harder,”
Noah begged.
Taking him at his word, Quinton kicked Noah’s legs farther apart with his powerful thighs before he punched his hips forward, each intense thrust driving Noah’s arousal higher and higher.
Noah couldn’t hold back. Didn’t want to. He wailed and mewled, ramming his ass backward to meet every forward lunge. His cock was hard again, and he wanted another mind-blowing orgasm.
Placing his hand between Noah’s shoulder blades, Quinton coaxed him to lower his upper body. When Noah submitted, his ass rose higher.
“That’s it, baby. Just like that,”
his mate crooned, his cock plunging even deeper, breathing heavily behind Noah.
Like Noah was doing any better. He started drooling, listening to Quinton softly swearing, the pounding growing harder and faster. “I’m about to come, baby.”
Something sharp pierced Noah’s shoulder, sank right in like small knives penetrating his flesh. Noah shouted, bucked, the pain morphing into pleasure as his second orgasm ripped him apart, much more intense than the first one had.
“Quinton,”
Noah whimpered, unsure what he was feeling inside his chest. It was like when he’d laid eyes on Quinton in the bar, only the sensation was a hundred times stronger and kept growing. Then, like an arrow released from a bow, a deep, resonating “twang”
jetted through his entire body, driving his orgasm higher.
His mate held him down, pistoning into Noah’s ass while snarling around his canines, which were still embedded in Noah’s shoulder. With one last thrust, Quinton extracted his teeth and let loose a slew of obscenities. Noah felt his mate’s cock pulsing deep inside his ass. Quinton thrust a few more times, his arms curled tightly around Noah’s upper body.
The room was filled with heavy breathing and smelled like sweat and spunk. Noah’s limbs trembled, and his mouth was bone-dry.
With a deep hiss, Quinton withdrew his softening cock. He licked at Noah’s shoulder, his tongue gliding over his sweaty skin. Noah didn’t have the energy to lift his head, let alone talk. He’d just had the best sex of his life. If he’d planned to date anyone after Quinton, which wasn’t going to happen, but still, if Noah had, this man had just set the bar so high that no other man would ever come close to pleasing him that way Quinton had.
“What was that I felt?”
Noah found an ounce of energy to ask the question, though he was already dozing off to sleep.
“Our souls binding,”
Quinton replied, his breaths just as ragged. He said something else, but Noah couldn’t fight off the exhaustion of everything that had taken place today.
He would ask his mate to repeat whatever he’d just said tomorrow.