Page 91 of Crossing Quinn

“On his slit, right.” I took the bottle and hurried back to the bridal suite. Quinn had a slit? I had never been interested in what a Coletti warrior looked like nude, until now.

Mami stood outside the door. “I knew you would come to your senses.”

I held up the bottle of chocolate. “I’m not leaving Quinn. I went to get chocolate. I’m going to pour it all over him and lick it off.”

Instead of being scandalized, Mami cocked her head to one side. “I should try that on Lysis.”

I knew my parents had sex, but ugh, I didn’t want the details. I tightened my grip on the bottle. “Go find your own.”

I went inside the bridal suite and locked the door. With my luck, Papa would show up next. I put the bottle on a table, and a laugh escaped me. The expression on Zarek’s face had been priceless. A touch of embarrassment mixed with concern and unease. Good thing he hadn’t read my mind.

Quinn appeared, holding a box of chocolate and a handful of wilting flowers. “For you, darlin’.”

I took them. “You have outdone yourself, lovey.”

“Roses are red, violets are blue. You are the moon, the stars, and the sun to me.”

I stared at Quinn in disbelief. “Was that poetry?”

“You said you wanted romance.”

“I did. Forget the poetry. Just kiss me.”

His lips captured mine in a blatantly possessive kiss.

Something thrashed against the front of his pants.

I jumped on the bed. “What was that?”

“The drive to complete the mating bond is very strong in Coletti males.”

“Is it?” I watched his crotch warily. It was as if the drekking thing was trying to escape.

Quinn rubbed a hand over his face. “I’m dying here, darlin’, and my control is a bit iffy.”

I kneeled and petted it cautiously. “Is this your joy arrow?”

“Yes.” Quinn’s voice had dropped an octave.

“Can I see it?”

“Hell, yes.” Quinn toed off his boots and shed his clothing.

My gaze roved over his muscular chest, which was covered with a thatch of dark hair, down his washboard stomach, and froze. There was a slit on his pelvis! It opened and out slid his penis. It was snakelike with a fringe of tentacles around the top.

I pointed to the tentacles. “Joy toys?

“I guarantee you they will rock your world.”

“Uh-huh.” I reached down and wrapped a hand around his joy arrow. It was velvety to touch, but I could feel a steel-like hardness under the skin. The tentacles slid sinuously against my arm. Up. Down. Up. Down.

Heat coiled in my belly. It was like the tentacles were stroking my clit. I sucked in a shuddering breath. The sensation was unbelievably hot.

“You’ve got too many clothes on,” Quinn growled.

I released him and got off the bed. “I can fix that.” Doing a bump and grind routine, I slowly disrobed. I tossed my tunic at Quinn.

With a hungry look in his eyes, Quinn caught it. “Who taught you that?”

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