Page 29 of Untamed Instincts

What if another attack had taken place while Quinton was healing? He was still shaking inside from the fact Noah had nearly been kidnapped earlier. It had been so close, and if it hadn’t been for his sons…

“You’re the one who collapsed out of blood loss and you’re asking if I’m okay?” Noah placed his palm against Quinton’s chest, helping to calm the turmoil inside of him.

Although Quinton wanted to circle back to his earlier question of how much Noah owed the loan sharks, he didn’t want to ruin the intimate moment they were sharing.

“After what happened, yes, I’m asking if you’re okay.” He rested his hand on Noah’s hip, his bear snarling softly, frustrated that Quinton wasn’t sealing their bond.

“I had my own personal bodyguards. Plus, you were busy playing superhero.” Tension entered Noah’s pretty green eyes, causing Quinton to wonder what his mate was really thinking.

“Let me rephrase my question. How are you feeling?” Quinton slid his hand around Noah’s waist and tugged him even closer. What his mate had to say was important, but until Quinton claimed him, sex would be at the forefront of his mind.

Noah had to feel Quinton’s hard cock between them, and all Quinton could think about was the blowjob his mate had given him. Noah might have been inexperienced, but something about the innocence of his mate’s touch and his willingness to please was so arousing.

Which made him wonder if Noah was inexperienced in other aspects of intimacy.

“I…” The hand against Quinton’s chest trembled as a deep blush swept across Noah’s face and ears. “Very hot right now. You’re like a furnace.”

“Maybe you could cool off by removing some of your clothes.” Quinton ran his thumb over beautifully shaped lips, full enough to tempt and too soft to resist. Cupping the back of Noah’s head, he took possession of his mate’s mouth, groaning at how good he tasted. He turned them until he had Noah on his back and Quinton was lying half over him.

This is more like it.

Noah stiffened but soon relaxed, his fingers flexing against Quinton’s chest. The kiss was sweeter than he remembered, but now Noah’s lips were pressing hungrily against his.

Inwardly, Quinton smiled. His mate was getting used to kissing and touching him, and it thrilled him that Noah was becoming more comfortable with him. He wanted his mate to trust him, for Noah to know he could let his guard down around Quinton.

Noah slid his hands up, his fingers scraping along Quinton’s closely shaven beard.

Quinton started panting heavily, his cock so hard it ached. With a low growl, he took Noah’s wrist in a loose hold and guided his mate’s hand to his erection. “Touch me, beautiful. Curl your fingers around my cock.”

Noah’s touch was hesitant as he gently squeezed. Quinton let out a hard groan as the fire in his gut threatened to spread. Leaning forward, he inhaled Noah’s scent, burying his face in his mate’s neck, just breathing him in.

For the first time since… Fuck, Quinton wasn’t sure, but he was about to come from nothing more than slight pressure on his cock. He didn’t want to. Not yet. Noah’s hand hadn’t been on him nearly long enough. He couldn’t even tell his mate to ease up on the pressure because there was barely any to begin with.

Noah’s slight grip tugged up and down Quinton’s erection at an almost timid pace, as if he was unsure what he should do with someone else’s cock in his hand. Quinton teetered somewhere between languid enjoyment and desperate to get off.

He ghosted his mouth over Noah’s lips, coaxing a response out of his mate with long strokes of his tongue. Certain Noah no longer needed guidance, Quinton removed his hand and slid it down the back of his mate’s jeans, tracing the cleft of Noah’s ass with his finger.

Grip tightening, Noah groaned into his mouth, threatening to send Quinton over the edge as he traced Noah’s puckered hole in lazy circles.

“I want to fuck you so badly.” Quinton’s heart spiked. Just the thought of sinking into his mate’s tight heat had him closer to the edge, the buildup squeezing his balls.

If Quinton thought he would have enough time, he’d carry Noah to his bed and screw the man’s brains out. Quinton was drunk on sex, pulsing so hard he felt like he would explode in the next two seconds, unable to stop his body from fucking his mate’s fist.

It felt too damn good.

Noah’s finger slid over the veiny cock, his movements more assured. His mate pulled on Quinton’s tongue with his lips, moaning softly into his mouth.

The pressure on his erection grew tighter. He fucked Noah’s fist with quick thrusts then tore his mouth away and looked down, watching Noah jack his cock.

The small room filled with heavy breathing. This was not what Quinton had planned when he inquired about Noah’s feelings. He’d wanted to make sure his mate’s head was on straight, sort of like a mental-health checkup after the shitstorm that morning.

If there were issues, he would’ve tried to help Noah through whatever was bouncing around in his mate’s head.

Granted, Quinton had initiated this hot and heavy petting, but it wasn’t just the claiming that had him feeling so desperate and needy. It was also to strengthen their connection, to purge the fear inside of himself, the fear that spiked when Noah had almost been taken from him.

To ground their relationship and bring them closer.

And maybe this was Noah’s way of coping. Whatever his mate needed, Quinton would provide it.

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