Page 13 of The Dancer

Removing my lips, I stare at Quinn, still thrusting my fingers into her. She is stunning in her arousal. A flush has bloomed high on her chest and across her cheeks.

“Show me your perfect tits, Little Mate,” I all but beg. “I want to see all of you.”

She doesn’t make me wait, quickly slipping the fabric over her head before dropping it beside her on the bed. Dusky pink nipples draw my attention, and I can’t help but pull one into my mouth. My dick is inches from her heat, and I know I can simply slip inside her. She is so aroused she probably wouldn’t even stop me, but we are building trust, and I need to keep my word if I don’t want to lose her. This is about giving my mate pleasure and covering her in my scent.

Once she accepts me as her mate, I will be fucking her for days, making sure she walks funny. Releasing her nipple with a pop, I return to her juicy cunt. I attack her little nub like my life depends on it, sucking and nibbling until I feel her walls contract around my fingers.

“Elias, please,” Quinn begs loudly.

I start thrusting faster, sucking harder, knowing she needs more to get to her peak. Sucking harshly on the little bundle of nerves, I curl my fingers, hitting the spot on her back wall I was aiming for, and she goes off like a goddamned rocket.

Her body bows, breasts thrust into the air. My name is a broken cry on her lips. Her legs clamp down on my head, shaking as I lick her through her orgasm, making sure to drag it out as long as possible.

When her thighs relax enough for me to move, I stand between her thighs, my erection in hand. Placing my other hand on the center of her chest, I push her down on the bed. Her gaze is locked on my hand, working over my shaft as she licks her lips.

I would love to have her lips wrapped around me, but I need to mark her with my scent, and this is the best way I know how to do it without fucking her. She must realize what I am doing because her smaller hand replaces mine. Feeling her touch me is enough to have a tingle running down my spine and my balls drawing closer to my body. My orgasm barrels down on me, ripping from my body and painting her in my cum.

Splashes of my seed land on her stomach, breasts, and even her neck. My breathing comes in harsh pants as I try to remain upright. My vision clears, and my cock kicks back to life instantly as I watch her rub my cum into her skin with a smile on her face.

“Is this enough to calm your beast? Or should I be worried about you trying to kill the next man who talks to me?” Quinn teases, mischief glowing in her gaze.

“It will never be enough.”

Chapter Eleven

Quinn

I’ve been in Elias’s home for three days. He spends every spare moment he has with me. We eat breakfast together, cook dinner together, and watch cheesy horror movies for hours at night. We talk about everything and nothing, getting to know one another, and Elias works at building my trust in him every day.

We don’t have sex, but I constantly find myself on my back with his head buried between my thighs. After he eats me out, he paints my skin with his seed, making sure I carry his scent wherever I go.

I am quickly falling in love with him, wanting to spend more and more time with him. My body craves him, begs for him to fill me with his massive cock and stretch me with the knot I know he has waiting especially for me. The mating bond isn’t making anything easier.

The pull I know we already feel for each other simply amps up everything else we are feeling. Arousal, lust, affection, all of it multiplied and amplified to levels I can’t even start to explain.

Working my way from the room I have been using, I search the house, looking for Elias. When I don’t find him after a while, I assume he has gone to the office for a bit or is simply checking up on pack business. Making my way toward his bedroom, I just want to spend some time close to him, to be where his scent is the strongest.

I miss him.

Which is insane. I’ve barely known the man for a week, and already my heart is attached to him, my soul calls out to his, and I want to spend every moment with him.

Entering his room, I allow his scent to wash over me.The room is decorated with dark-stained wooden furniture. A thick brown rug is on the floor, and I scrunch my toes against the strands. His bed is a rumpled mess of sheets, pillows, and blankets in varying shades of gray.

Leaning down, I can’t help but inhale his earthy scent. It’s like a shot of heroin straight into my veins. My eyes roll back in my head, and I feel a rumble start deep in my chest. Falling into the heap of bedding, I rub myself in his scent, trying to get more of him on my skin even though he marked me with his cum just two hours ago.

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“Quinn.”

I hear Elias’s voice, but it sounds far off. My body is hot and tingly, my skin and muscles feel like they are too tight over my bones. I burrow deeper into the bedding, trying to find some comfort, any reprieve.

“Mate,” Elias says, placing his hand on my arm.

It feels like I’m on fire and frozen in ice simultaneously. His touch scalds my skin. And I take a swipe at him with elongated nails. This doesn’t seem right. I don’t want to hurt Elias. What the fuck is going on with me?

“I need you to listen to me,” he says softly, holding his hands up to show me he isn’t a threat. I know he isn’t. Why is everything so confusing? “You’re going into your heat. I hoped it would hold off until we were ready, but…”

My heat? This is because I’m no longer wearing my suppression patch.

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