Page 15 of Untamed Instincts

He hissed when Noah’s lips slid across the tip, his touch exploring. Quinton watched Noah lapping the pre-cum, smacking his lips as if he were trying to decide if he liked the taste.

His mate took a few inches of hard length into his mouth but pulled back and coughed, his eyes watering. He tried again, still unable to handle just a few inches, and then his teeth scraped Quinton’s sensitive flesh. “Teeth, baby! Watch the teeth.”

Noah eased back slightly, but Quinton saw the grimace. A thought was dawning on him. Either Noah was flat-out horrible at blowjobs, or… “Extend your lips just a little and that’ll create a buffer between your teeth and my poor dick,” Quinton said teasingly. He ran the side of his finger down his mate’s soft neck. “Try to relax your throat.”

Quinton fisted his cock, detracting inches from the length. He groaned when Noah heeded his advice. No teeth. No choking. Fucking perfect.

Bad blowjobs were worse than not getting one at all. But Noah was an exception. He was not only Quinton’s mate, but clearly, Quinton was Noah’s first.

Only a selfish bastard wouldn’t show gentle guidance. “Shit. That’s it, Noah.”

Quinton tilted his head back and groaned. Noah’s inexperience only skyrocketed Quinton’s arousal. A hard groan was yanked out of him. It was pure nirvana to watch his mate savor his cock, his greedy mouth sucking and licking, a look of pure ecstasy dominating his face.

The need to orgasm intensified. Noah’s hot mouth made Quinton tremble.

“Close, Noah.” He gripped a fistful of his mate’s hair while stroking his cock faster and harder. Quinton gritted his teeth. “About to come, Noah.”

His mate suckled the head harder. Quinton exploded, shouting his mate’s name. Hot jets of cum pulsed inside Noah’s mouth.

Although his mate appeared determined to return the favor, he gagged and pulled back.

Quinton pulled his mate up his chest and kissed him, sucking on Noah’s tongue. “So good,” he murmured, tucking his mate into his side. Noah wasn’t the only one exhausted.

Quinton didn’t even have the energy to pull his jeans and underwear into place. He dozed off with them down his thighs, his mate curled into his side.

Chapter Four

Noah lay nestled against Quinton’s chest, a grin tugging at his lips. But as the warmth of the moment gave way to the sharp edge of reality, the smile slowly faded.

The steady thrum of Quinton’s heartbeat, soft and rhythmic beneath his ear, was the only thing anchoring him, keeping the rising tide of panic at bay.

But even the soothing cadence couldn’t drown out thoughts of Toro.

How could he savor the sweetness of the moment when a deranged vampire was after him?

For once, Noah hadn’t run from intimacy—though it wasn’t for a lack of trying. He’d walked out of the diner, intent on escape, only to find Quinton at his heels, a steadfast figure refusing to let him slip away. He’d come so close to leaving, his hand poised on the car door, when something inside of him had screamed to stop, to turn around, to go back inside.

Whatever this was with Quinton felt unique, wild and unfamiliar, but real. Special. A spark that promised to illuminate a path he had never dared to tread before.

Even now, he was astounded by his own courage in inviting Quinton over, even though he’d almost sabotaged it by trying to ditch him at the red light.

Noah never denied being a hot mess, haunted by decisions that had led him into the nightmare with Toro.

Yet, amidst the turmoil, there was a silver lining—Quinton. The behemoth had swept him off his feet, giving him the most incredible, and only, blowjob he’d ever had, leaving Noah breathless and yearning for more. In a world filled with shadows, Quinton shone like a beacon, reminding Noah that even amidst chaos, there could be moments of sheer bliss.

Noah was embarrassed by his lack of stamina and his first attempt at giving a blowjob. He wondered if Quinton had actually enjoyed it, or if he was just trying to make Noah feel better. The guy had only gotten off when he’d taken matters into his own hand, literally.

Noah slid his palm over Quinton’s stomach, noticing how rock-hard his abs were. Then he glanced at the guy, making sure Quinton was asleep before Noah lifted his head and stared down at his groin.

His manscape was impressive. The hairs were short and well-groomed. Now he wondered if Quinton kept things tidy or if he had it professionally done.

Did such a service even exist?

Lowering his gaze, he stared at Quinton’s cock. Even soft it was impressive. Then again, the guy was nearly seven feet. It would have been a crying shame, tragic even, if a man his size had been cursed with a small package.

No wonder Noah’s jaw was sore.

And why he’d gagged.

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