Page 90 of Crossing Quinn

Chapter Twenty

We popped into a room that belonged in a brothel. A huge four-poster bed with red silk sheets dominated the chamber. The walls were covered with naughty tapestries.

“We are honeymooning in a pleasure house?” Color me surprised.

Quinn grinned. “This is the Coletti version of a bridal suite.”

“Really?” I studied the tapestries and pointed to one where the warrior was entering the female from behind. “Can we try that one?”

“Hell, yeah.” He dumped me on the bed and began stripping.

I crossed my arms and glared at him. “Forget something?”

Quinn eyed me warily. “I forgot something?”

“Chocolate, flowers, and a little romance.”

“Chocolate!” Quinn gave himself a head smack and vanished.

I fell back on the bed. I knew we had spent the last three weeks in dank, stinky passageways, but c’mon, I no longer looked like a tunnel rat. A female wanted to be seduced, not pounced on.

My gaze roamed over the tapestries. I’d be willing to give several of the positions a try. I bolted upright when the wall hanging moved. That wasn’t a tapestry. It was Adan. “What in the nine hells are you doing here?”

The air shimmered, and Adan in his young wizard form stood there. “Hiding from the Overlord.”

“Like I believe that? Get out!”

“I promise I won’t watch,” Adan said.

“Out!”

He morphed into Quinn. “Fine. Let Zarek kill me.”

A fireball formed on my right hand. “Change forms, or Zarek will be the least of your problems.”

Adan transformed into my father and bolted from the room.

“Come back here!” I charged after him.

Adan disappeared down a connecting passageway.

I increased my speed, shot around a corner, and bounced off a massive chest. Zarek grabbed me before I could fall.

“Sorry, I didn’t see you.” I scanned the area. Where had that little brat gone?

Zarek patted my shoulder awkwardly. “Bridal nerves are to be expected. The first time a female sees a Coletti warrior’s phallus, it can be frightening. The size and the, ah, joy toys can be unnerving. I know Quinn will be gentle with you, and you will find the experience most satisfying.”

I gaped up at him. Holy Goddess, he was giving me “the talk.” Nodding like everything suddenly made sense, I responded, “Satisfying. Right. I feel so foolish. I’ll just go back to the bridal suite.”

“Excellent.” Zarek teleported away.

I sagged against the wall and giggled hysterically. Bridal nerves? As if.

A door slid open and Detja stepped out. “What are you doing out here?”

The last thing I needed was more advice on my love life. “Looking for chocolate. I wanted to dribble it all over Quinn and then lick it off.”

Detja laughed. “I have just the thing.” She stepped back into the room and returned with a bottle. “For the ultimate orgasm, drip the sauce on his slit and tongue it off. Slowly. Then give it a nibble.”

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