Page 38 of Untamed Instincts

“That’s it, baby. Just like that,” his mate crooned, his cock plunging even deeper, breathing heavily behind Noah.

Like Noah was doing any better. He started drooling, listening to Quinton softly swearing, the pounding growing harder and faster. “I’m about to come, baby.”

Something sharp pierced Noah’s shoulder, sank right in like small knives penetrating his flesh. Noah shouted, bucked, the pain morphing into pleasure as his second orgasm ripped him apart, much more intense than the first one had.

“Quinton,” Noah whimpered, unsure what he was feeling inside his chest. It was like when he’d laid eyes on Quinton in the bar, only the sensation was a hundred times stronger and kept growing. Then, like an arrow released from a bow, a deep, resonating “twang” jetted through his entire body, driving his orgasm higher.

His mate held him down, pistoning into Noah’s ass while snarling around his canines, which were still embedded in Noah’s shoulder. With one last thrust, Quinton extracted his teeth and let loose a slew of obscenities. Noah felt his mate’s cock pulsing deep inside his ass. Quinton thrust a few more times, his arms curled tightly around Noah’s upper body.

The room was filled with heavy breathing and smelled like sweat and spunk. Noah’s limbs trembled, and his mouth was bone-dry.

With a deep hiss, Quinton withdrew his softening cock. He licked at Noah’s shoulder, his tongue gliding over his sweaty skin. Noah didn’t have the energy to lift his head, let alone talk. He’d just had the best sex of his life. If he’d planned to date anyone after Quinton, which wasn’t going to happen, but still, if Noah had, this man had just set the bar so high that no other man would ever come close to pleasing him that way Quinton had.

“What was that I felt?” Noah found an ounce of energy to ask the question, though he was already dozing off to sleep.

“Our souls binding,” Quinton replied, his breaths just as ragged. He said something else, but Noah couldn’t fight off the exhaustion of everything that had taken place today.

He would ask his mate to repeat whatever he’d just said tomorrow.

Chapter Nine

Noah woke feeling even more exhausted than when he’d fallen asleep. Glancing behind him, he saw Quinton sprawled out on his back, one arm curled over his head, the other lying across his chest. Thank goodness the guy owned an oversized bed, or Noah might have found himself sleeping on the edge.

Quinton was a bed hog. Noah wondered what other things he would discover about his mate.

As he let his gaze drift downward, his face doused in flames as he stared at his mate’s flaccid cock, remembering how incredible the hardness had felt buried in his ass.

Now Layne and Harris could get off his freaking back since Noah was no longer a certified, card-carrying virgin.

Quinton had ripped that card up then set it on fire.

Layne wasn’t going to freak out too badly that Quinton looked like a mountainous biker. Just like Noah, his brother knew about mates.

It was Harris that Noah might have to smack around. From the moment Killian, Ryker, and their friends had pulled up to Harris’s house, Noah’s best friend had judged them.

He loved the guy dearly, but Harris could be a tad judgmental. He would have to get over it, though. Quinton was Noah’s mate, and they were stuck together for life.

Okay, he would have to find a better way of saying that. “Stuck” sounded too miserable and resentful.

After Noah sat up, he looked around for his phone, finding it across the room where his mate had lifted him off his feet and Noah had curled his legs around the man’s waist.

Glancing back at him, Noah blushed again as his eyes landed on his mate’s cock.

I am definitely getting some more of that.

His brows knotted when he saw ten missed calls from Harris. Why hadn’t he heard his phone ring? The first call was made after Noah had arrived at Quinton’s. But he’d been in the same room with his phone the entire time.

Checking the side button, he rolled his eyes when he saw it was on vibrate. With his and Quinton’s arguing and subsequent sex, he hadn’t been paying attention to anything but his mate.

Noah doubted he would have noticed a herd of elephants stampeding past the bed. Quinton knew how to make someone focus solely on him and what he was doing to their body.

Quickly digging through his bag, Noah pulled out a pair of board shorts and a T-shirt, forgoing underwear. He would shower or go back to sleep after he talked to Harris’s overreacting ass.

It was six in the morning, so his best friend should be up and getting ready for work.

After stepping into the hallway—ooh, the carpet was so soft beneath his bare feet—he dialed Harris then took a seat on the top step of the stairs.

He didn’t even hear it ring before the guy answered. “Noah?”

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