Chapter 8 #2
He nodded. “For Jesse…and for you, yes I am.
Her eyes widened, and she smiled. Just a small smile, but he felt as if it was the largest of victories.
“And it’s not like I’m leaving my Pack behind in all ways,” he added. “The Talons and Redwoods are forming even more of a unit than they had before. That’s why we have the council.” That’s why they had met.
She nodded. “We can talk about all of that once we make more plans,” she said. “I think…I think…” She didn’t finish her sentence. Instead, she wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled him toward her. Her lips pressed against his, and he lowered his head, leaning into the kiss.
His wolf whimpered, begging for more. He cupped her face fully then slanted his mouth over hers. She opened for him and tentatively touched her tongue to his. He growled then deepened the kiss.
She tasted of stir-fry and sweetness, and he craved more. He forced himself not to dwell on what would happen next. If he did, he’d pull away and run like the coward he was. He knew she’d never love him; she couldn’t, not when he’d pushed her away like he had that first time.
He wouldn’t allow himself to love her. He couldn’t risk it.
Again, he pushed those thoughts away and focused on the woman in his arms. They might not have the mating wolves dreamed about, but he refused to ruin everything in the meaning of this moment. Gina deserved better.
He pulled away then rested his forehead against hers. “You taste amazing,” he said softly.
“Don’t use the pretty words you don’t mean,” she said, her voice cracking.
Annoyed, he pinched her chin and forced her gaze to his.
He felt her wolf rise, buck at his challenge, but she didn’t pull away.
“I’m not going to lie to you. We’re both being honest about why we’re doing this, but I’m not going to allow you to be hurt any more than you are.
I won’t lie about what is happening, what I need, what I crave.
I expect you to do the same. We have centuries together, and I’m not about to make you suffer during them. ”
She searched his face then nodded. “Fine,” she said softly.
Good enough. He nodded then crushed his mouth to hers. She yelped then sank into him. He tangled his hand in her hair, gripping it so he could take control. She pushed against him, biting his lip.
“I’m not a submissive wolf, Quinn,” she panted. “You don’t get to take control.”
He grinned then, his wolf coming to the surface.
“Good. I want you to push back. I don’t need you on your knees unless you want to be.
The thought of you on your knees when I pump into you from behind turns me on though.
When I fuck your mouth or your pussy, I want you to be right there with me.
I want your hands on my body, your nails scoring my back.
I want you to fuck me as hard as I fuck you. Sound good?”
Her pupils dilated, and she bit her lip. He leaned down and licked the spot she’d bitten, wanting a taste.
“You’re going all in, aren’t you?”
He kissed up her jaw then licked her earlobe.
“I’m in this for the long haul.” With his body and his soul.
He had no choice in the matter, and if he thought about it hard enough, he knew he didn’t want the choice.
His heart, though, that would have to be hidden from her.
He couldn’t risk losing himself again when Gina thought more about what she was doing.
He didn’t know if he could survive that.
Because while he’d loved Helena with the heart of a young man, Gina was turning out to be everything he wanted in a wolf.
That was dangerous.
“Then fuck me,” she said. “Mate with me.”
He put his hands on her ass then lifted her up. Her legs went around his waist, and his cock pressed against her heat. “Yes.”
She kissed him while cupping his face. He nipped at her then kissed her back, all the while carrying her back to his bedroom.
He’d never brought a woman to his room. Helena hadn’t lived here since he’d moved out of his place as soon as he could.
It had been five long years since he’d been buried within a woman, and now he was starting to feel a bit nervous.
Honestly, with the way Gina was wrapped around him, he wasn’t sure how long he’d last.
He set her down at the foot of the bed then cupped her face before kissing her again, this time a bit rougher.
Her wolf was at the surface, and her eyes glowed gold. They both knew what was about to happen, and a small part of him was excited. That part wanted her. All of her.
He had to push that part away for its own good.
At least that’s what he told himself.
Then he slammed his mind down from thinking and focused only on the woman in front of him. The gorgeous woman in front of him.
He stood back then stripped off his shirt. She let out a gasp then hesitantly put her hand out before pulling back. He took her hand in his then put her palm over his heart.
“It’s okay, you can touch. You can do anything you want.”
He watched her throat work as she swallowed hard then willed his cock to behave as she traced his chest with her fingertips.
Her fingers danced along the ink on his arms and chest, seemingly taking in every inch of him.
He let her explore, let her set the pace.
If he didn’t, he’d have her on her back and open for him in the blink of an eye.
“When did you get this?” she asked, her hands on his ink.
He cleared his throat. “When I was eighteen. I thought it was cool despite the fact I didn’t really think about how long I’d have it.” Considering wolves lived for centuries, that was a long freaking time.
“I like the fact that it’s a wolf, yet not really. It’s all tribal and lines.”
He nodded then took a deep breath before putting his hand on her waist. Her gaze shot to his, and then she smiled.
His wolf perked up, wanting her to smile again.
His hands traced her hips then he gripped the edge of her shirt before pulling it over her head.
He’d seen her naked before when they’d shifted, but now it was a whole different matter.
Now he could rake his gaze over her body and learn every inch of her.
She was his to bond with, his to make love to, his to learn and lick and taste.
She licked her lips, and he kissed her. They pressed their bodies against one another, only parting to strip off the rest of their clothes. Soon they were naked, his cock hard, throbbing, and pressing into her belly. Her nipples pebbled against his skin, and he wanted a taste.
He knelt down before her then looked up. “I want to taste every inch of you before I fuck you, Gina.”
She ran her hand over his head then gripped his hair. “More licking. Less talking.”
He grinned, surprised, and then spread her thighs. She gasped when he licked her pussy in one long stroke. She was pink, wet, and ready, but he wanted to taste her on his tongue and have her come before he filled her.
She was seriously one beautiful wolf.
One beautiful witch.
Maybe if he told her that, she’d believe him.
One day.
He gripped her ass and spread her cheeks so he could get a better angle at her core. Her hand in his hair tightened, and he bit down on her clit, his face buried between her legs.
He lapped her up, his body craving her.
“Quinn!”
He bit down on her clit again, and she stiffened before she came. He kept sucking and licking, wanting to take her to the next crest. He wanted her to come over and over until she was nothing but a pile of sweaty Gina, content and mated. It was the wolf in him, and the bastard of a man as well.
When the tremors stopped, he stood up and took her mouth, wanting her taste on his lips. He already had her cream; now he wanted her tongue.
“I love your taste, Gina,” he growled out. He was being honest, just like he said he’d be. If it left him open, then he’d deal with the consequences. “I’m going to want that pretty mouth of yours on my cock, but not right now.”
She licked her lips then smiled. “Eager much?”
He nodded. “I’m not going to last long since it’s been five years and I’d rather come for the first time in you, not down your throat.”
Her eyes widened. “Five years? I forgot you said something like that.”
He shrugged. “I didn’t want anyone after Helena left.”
Some of the light left her eyes, and he cursed.
“I didn’t want anyone before you, Gina.”
She shook her head. “Don’t lie to try and make me feel better, Quinn.”
He could still taste her on his tongue, and yet he was already fucking this up. He cupped her face then kissed her hard. “I want you. Not anyone else. I didn’t want to sleep with anyone else before because they weren’t worth it. I’d lost my soul, and I didn’t want to risk it again.”
“Yet you’re here with me to save your son, not because you want me. I get that. You don’t have to pretty it up.”
“Shit. I’m doing this wrong. I’m always doing things wrong with you.
I want you. I wanted you the first time I saw you.
That’s why I was an asshole that day and the rest of the days since.
I don’t know what the future holds, and I know we’re going about this backwards, but know that none of this is on you. ”
“But you said—”
He kissed her again to cut her off. “What I said before about you being a witch? I was wrong. I pushed you away to protect myself, and I hurt you in the process. I’m so sorry about that.
You’re a witch. I got that. You’re going to be my witch.
” Her eyes widened at that, and honestly he surprised himself as well.
“Quinn…”
“We’re going to talk about futures and what the next steps are later, I know, but I don’t want you to lie beneath me, have me deep inside you, thinking I hate you. I don’t, Gina. I can’t.”
Her eyes filled, and he sighed.
“I’m sorry I hurt you before. I’m so sorry.”
Her fingers traced his ink again, and he closed his eyes. “I forgive you, Quinn. I don’t know what you went through before, and honestly, I hope I never have to.”