Page 192 of Scars Like Wings

“Mhmm.” Instead of giving me what I needed, Quinn made a trail of tender kisses up my stomach to my nipples. She took one of them in her mouth while she took the other between her fingers. She teased and teased until all I could do was moan and tangle my fingers in her hair. Agonizingly, as soon as I did, she lifted from my boobs back to my mouth. Her lips slammed against mine. The softness and methodical nature were gone now for a more demanding nature that left me trembling. I could taste myself on her. I growled with the strongest, most overwhelming desire I’d ever felt in my life.

“Quinn, starlight, please. I need you right now.”

“I love how I can make you a needy mess, sweetness, where all you can do is beg for me.” Quinn smirked. She kissed me again before kissing down my jawline and neck. Quinn found that patch of scales that stubbornly refused to go away. Shealways knew exactly how to drive me wild. Every movement, every caress designed to elicit the most exquisite sensations.

I gasped, throwing my head back against the bed. I surrendered to her completely. “Please, Papi, make me come like only you can.”

Quinn growled in appreciation. “Now, that’s a good girl for me.”

Quinn kissed her way back down between my thighs, spread just for her. She peppered kisses on my inner thighs again, my left, then my right, and then the top again.

I propped myself on my elbows to look down. I made eye contact with Quinn, propped just above my pussy. I begged her with my heavily lidded eyes to stop fucking torturing me. Her smoldering smirk was wide and the last thing I saw before she dove in and started devouring me.

I almost shattered then and there.

I can’t wait to claim her.

Quinn’s tongue was pure magic, bringing to the edge from that alone. Her grip on my hip was strong enough to leave bruises, her dull nails digging deep into my plump skin. I hoped they would leave marks and bruises that could be seen the next day. I was a dragon-shifter, so they would heal, of course, but I kind of hoped that since she was a hunter, they would take a little longer to. The idea alone made more scales ripple across my skin.

Suddenly, I felt Quinn notch a finger at my entrance. She looked up at me, a silent question. I nodded through moans. I saw the smirk in her eyes before she thrusted one finger inside of me.

“Oh, fuck, Quinn!” My back arched off the bed. My hands clawed at her curls as she continued.

“I will never get tired of hearing you say my name like that.” Then, her tongue found the perfect spot on my clit while sheadded a finger inside, curling it and thrusting it in and out in just the right way. “Right there! Please, don’t stop. Please!”

“Never,mi tesoro. I would never stop. Now, come for me, baby girl.” Quinn picked up the pace and intensity. Her finger worked my pussy like it had never been worked before, and her hot tongue played on my rawest nerves. She’s so good, and I was so very close.

Just as I reached my peak, Quinn curled her fingers in deeper in just the right way to massage a spot I have never been able to reach while she played on just the right part of my clit. It was perfect. Quinn was perfect. I screamed her name as wave upon wave of electrifying pleasure crashed into me. My eyes shut. My toes curled. My fingers became so entangled in Quinn’s curls I worried they may have to be cut out.

Only one thought was on repeat in my mind:I love her.

As I came down, Quinn grounded me back to the present with kisses all the way up to my lips. It was quickly becoming my new way to kiss her. “I could watch you come like that for hours. Maybe one of these days I will.” She kissed my forehead. “You did so well,mi vida.”

I pulled her into a kiss, holding her close to me. Gods, the taste of me on her lips was enough to make me feral.

Claim her. Claim our mate as ours, my dragon roared, on the brink of fully surfacing. My tongue lengthened and forked in her mouth, and my fangs descended. Quinn’s tongue accidentally hit one of them, and I had to break our kiss to temper the shockwaves that rippled through me.

“Q-Quinn, I can’t wait any longer. I-I have to…” I trailed off. As easily as Quinn had carried us, I flipped us over so I was straddling Quinn now. I grabbed both sides of her shirt and ripped it open, buttons flying all across my room. I didn’t care. I tore the shirt and Quinn’s sports bra off her. My eyes caught onthe exposed skin where her neck met her shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Quinn, I?—”

“Why are you sorry? I want this. I want to sink my teeth into every inch of you. But I really want your teeth on me. I want to be like this forever, sweetness. So, do it.” She tilted her head, offering herself to me, her trust unwavering and sure.

I leaned down and kissed the spot. I could feel her pulse beneath her skin, beating in anticipation for what was about to happen. My heart swelled with emotion, a mixture of love, desire, and the weight of what I was about to do. But I didn’t hesitate. My control snapped.

I bit her.

Quinn’s body shuddered against mine. She gasped, her nails dragging down my back. But there was no pain in her voice. The bite itself was gentle, my fangs sharp enough to sink in easily with little resistance. What wasn’t gentle was the divine taste of Quinn’s blood, the flood of emotions I felt that almost made my head spin, and the connection—the mating bond snapped into place like a rubber band pulled taut, but vibrating to settle. With each pulse, pleasure radiated through me, and then it echoed through Quinn underneath me before bouncing back to me again. I moaned against Quinn’s skin. Fireworks went off behind my eyes. Every inch of my skin was alive and sparking with energy. My dragon roared along with Quinn’s screams. It was a deep, almost primal satisfaction in all of our cries. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.

Soon, it all subsided to a whisper within me, making me relax against Quinn. I released my teeth from Quinn, and I leaned back to watch the mark heal. Instead of returning to bare, clear skin as she had before, there were two crescent moon scabs left behind with blood around its edges. It was beautiful in its roughness. It wasourmark. It was permanent. My heart fluttered.Forever. I licked the blood from the bites. Quinnshivered strongly as I did and let out another moan. At the same time, pleasure zinged through me as if my scales had been licked or bit. I gasped at the shock of it.

“Fuck, that’s sensitive,” Quinn whimpered, her eyes half-lidded.

“It is,” I panted.

“Wait, you felt that?” Quinn’s slitted eyebrow quirked up.

I nodded, remembering what I read at the Archive after talking to Teddy. “Fated mating bonds are… intense. We feel everything one another feels. You could even push thoughts through sometimes.”

“So, you feel what I do now?” Quinn’s eyes darkened. I knew that look. That amount of mischief always led to something crazy at first, with a happy ending for me afterward.

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