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“I will give you everything you need.” He adds another finger. “This is what I want. I want to feed this hungry pussy, every day in any way I want.”

“Jesus,” I groan, dropping my head back.

“Such a beautiful sound,” he hisses. “I can feel it in my cock.”

I grab his arm, my fingers digging into his skin. My other hand tangles in his shirt over his heart, pressing into the arm behind me, knowing he will hold me steady. I hear nothing but his voice.

“Please,” I beg.

“Are you ready to come?”

“Yes.”

“Get there. Find it for me. Come on my hand, Little Cub,” he encourages. I fall into him, tucking my head into his neck as the orgasm rolls over me, my moans muffled. His scent adds to my pleasure and prolongs the wave of desire.

His hand glides from my hip up my back to cup the back of my head, his fingers flexing in my hair. He slows the fingers inside me, sliding through the wetness in comfort instead of intensity. The calmness he portrays conflicts with the hard cock I feel against my thigh. I have a flash of guilt. This is the second time he has eased my heat but hasn’t asked for anything in return.

“Quinn?” I mumble.

“Mmm…”

“What about you?” I ask.

“This was all about you,” he replies. “It pleasures me greatly to touch you. Smell you. Ease you.”

“But—”

“Hush,” he says. “We have forever.”

I push closer, naturally tucking into his big body. He makes me feel warm, safe, and loved in a way I haven’t felt before. Is it the bond that makes me feel these things? My family protected and shielded me from the world for the past few months, and I felt suffocated. Yet, Quinn has freely admitted he will do the same thing, and I want to give myself over to him. He didn’t treat me differently after I revealed everything I’ve been through, although he knew some of the facts. I could have this forever. We could build a life together with a foundation of truth, respect, and, hopefully, love.

What else could I ask for?

Can I call him Daddy? I could tell that it was something he craved, but he didn’t pressure me. In the way he always speaks, he states what he likes and allows me to think about the conversation. I’ve never had the urge to call anyone Daddy.

He may be the one and only.

Chapter Eight

Quinn

Her body fits perfectly against mine, tight against my chest. Her breathing becomes deep as she drifts off. It makes me smile, and instead of feeling frustrated like many men would feel, I am completely satisfied. My fingers are still inside her pussy. Her trust is growing, and now she can fall asleep in the living room, not a closet. I pet her hair, remove my hand, and zip her pants.

She doesn’t move.

I want to fuck her so badly, but it’s not the time. My goal is to have her wrapped in my protection, always turning to me for comfort in all parts of her life.

I had to shove down my rage as her story unfolded. She needed a calm presence. I knew parts of her experience but not her journey. Even if I don’t want information about the shifters and vampires that live here, they offer it. I respect their willingness to help when one of their own is in trouble, but I’ve tried to stay as impersonal as possible. I don’t want them looking too deep into my life.

The information she shared about her time in the car is new. Ava has been very open about her time in the cage and the men who paid to participate. I was aware of Steph’s existence in the world, and she was there alongside her. Ava has been curious about my mate's time there but didn’t know how to reach her. I would have given her what she wanted if she had asked me to look for her, despite my plan to stay outside the crew.

My phone buzzes with a text, and my hand stills on her head, hoping she doesn’t wake.

I slowly move, holding her close, but slide to the side. I guide her to the couch, her front tucked into the back of it. She snuggles closer to the cushions, and I cover her with a blanket. I stand next to her, gazing at her with a grin.

Progress. I have to take one slow step at a time and hope.

I pick up my phone and unlock it.

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