Page 16 of Bonds of Obsession

Once my cock is free, I collapse on the bed next to them, feeling completely wrecked. I’m exhausted, and my brain is still struggling to process everything that just happened.

I swing my legs off the bed and walk into the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and running it under warm water before wringing it out. When I get back, Quinn has rolled over onto her back, taking up most of the space I just vacated. She looks beautiful like this, sated and lax, and my chest squeezes tight at the sight even as my gut twists with some left over tension.

Gently, I start to clean her up, wiping her inner thighs before moving between her legs. Her breath catches as I tend to her abused pussy and ass, but she doesn’t protest. I go slow, giving her space and time to recover and reminding myself of how sore she must be.

Sitting back, I reach over to the nightstand for a glass of water. I take a swig and offer it to her. She pushes up on an elbow to take it, but Nico beats her to it, pressing the glass to her lips and tilting it for her. She drinks greedily, and when she’s done, he lowers the glass and presses a soft kiss to her mouth.

I’m not really a tender guy. But as I watch Nico tend to her—from the way he wipes her mouth to the kiss he presses to her lips—there’s a part of me that warms to it. I like seeing her taken care of like this.

But that doesn’t change the fact that nothing about what we just did was tender. It wasn’t gentle or careful. It was brutal.

She asked for it. Begged for it. But now that it’s over, now that the primal haze is lifting, I’m worried I pushed her too far.

Normally, when I push Quinn’s boundaries, there’s a certain level of control. It’s wild, it’s raw, but I never lose sight of her and her needs. Even in the heat of the moment, I’m always mindful of her comfort and pleasure above my own.

This time, it was different. There was no control. I didn’t hold back. I was almost feral in the way I took her, marking her, claiming her, and dominating her. It was a release of anger and grief and worry, a combination of lack of sleep and the aftermath of a damn-near death experience.

It was enough to make me lose myself in her, and I’m not sure how I feel about it now that the fog has cleared.

6

QUINN

I blink slowly,my body still humming with aftershocks as I come down from the intense high. Every inch of me feels raw, used, and completely satisfied. As my vision clears, I catch Killian’s eye and see something there that makes me pause.

There’s a hint of doubt or uncertainty that doesn’t belong. I know that look. It’s a look I’ve seen plenty of times over the years—even in the mirror from time to time—but never on him.

And that’s what has me worried.

“Hey,” I rasp, my throat still sore from all the begging and shouting and sobbing. I reach out so my fingers can brush his arm, just to give him whatever small reassurance I can. “What’s going on in that head of yours? Talk to me.”

Killian’s jaw clenches. “I went too far, siren. Lost control. I shouldn’t have?—”

“Stop,” I cut him off, struggling to sit up. My body protests, but I ignore it. “Look at me, Killian.”

When he meets my eyes again, I can see the full force of the guilt that’s swimming there. It makes my chest ache for him.

“I needed that,” I tell him firmly. “All of it. The roughness, the intensity. I needed to feel… god, I don’t know. Like youand Nico are as fucked up as I am. That I’m not alone in this insanity.”

He shoots me a questioning look, but I’m not sure whether he’s doubting my words or his own inner voice. Regardless, I keep going.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. I wanted you to fuck me like that. To treat me like that. I asked for it—begged for it—and it was exactly what I needed.”

I reach out, cupping his face in my hands. “We’re all a little broken, Killian. A little fucked up. And sometimes, we need to let that out. To feel it. To know we’re not alone in it.”

I see the tension start to leave his shoulders, the doubt in his eyes slowly fading.

“You gave me that. You and Nico both. So don’t you dare feel bad about it.”

I watch as Killian’s expression shifts, the guilt slowly giving way to concern. He leans in so his hand can skim over my cheek.

“Are you sure?” he asks in that low, rumbling tone that does something to my insides every damn time I hear it. “Really sure?”

I nod, closing my eyes and leaning into his touch. “I am. I needed this—needed you both—to get me out of my own head. To escape this constant fucking pain that’s been eating away at me.”

Opening my eyes again, I see the first signs of understanding on his face. It’s like he’s finally seeing the full picture, like he can finally relate.

“The nightmares, the memories… they never really stop,” I continue. “But for a little while, you two pushed them to the back of my mind. You gave me something else to focus on, something intense enough to drown out all the noise in my head.”

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