Page 95 of MidKnight
He raised an eyebrow.Oh, do I?
I traced my fingers down over his ribs, yanking impatiently at his shirt. He sat up and pulled it off, obliging me. When he leaned back down and returned his thumb to teasing me, I started outlining the ship tattooed on his stomach.
I smiled up at Quinn, determined to push his buttons.Honestly, I don’t believe you can make me scream. I just don’t see that happening.
We’ll see about that.
His thumb near my core traveled upward, tracing around my clit. Around and around. My hips lifted, seeking out his touch. But he pushed me down with his own hips. His lips sank onto my right nipple and he licked it through the shirt, lapping at it with slow steady strokes of his tongue. Then his thumb slowly skimmed my folds. They were already slick. So slick that when he pushed lightly, his thumb had an easy entrance.
So wet. So hot,Quinn growled. He kept his thumb just inside me, spreading me open as his fingers strummed along my lips and clit, like he was playing an instrument.
My body grew tighter, the tension rising as the irregular thump of his fingers just served to tease me further. I started to get desperate as my pussy lips and clit grew swollen, ready for more attention. I wanted direct contact. But every time I swiveled my hips to get it, Quinn moved away.
You’d better hurry, or you’ll miss your chance. The other men are already walking home. I can hear them,I added to our little cottage fantasy as I stroked his pointed elf ears in the way I knew he liked.
Suddenly, I heard Ryan boom out a laugh. Quinn’s illusions were perfection.
So, you want to turn on the pressure, Dove. Fine. I’ll let you come. But only if you scream out that I’m your favorite.
You shite! That’s not fair. It’ll hurt them.
Quinn’s smile grew wide.There’s that good heart. Overruling even a fantasy.
I turned toward him, suddenly serious. I stared into his eyes, willing him to know the truth.You know I love you. I love you all. With everything. Right? That there’s no such thing as favorites. You’re all so different. And special. And I couldn’t imagine my life without you.
Quinn pulled his fingers out of me and leaned back. His belt was off, and pants were down in seconds. I only saw his hard shaft for a moment before he pushed roughly into me.
Say it again,he grunted, halfway inside me. His grey eyes were fierce.
I love you. With everything.
Again.He thrust into me deeper, his hard, hot dick sliding against my wetness. My pussy lips pulsed.
I love you.
Again.
I love you!
Quinn bottomed out, his huge mushroom tip pressed against my cervix. He reached down with his thumb and circled my clit, offsetting the pain. He thrust lightly back and forth. I could feel his cock already pulsing inside me, threatening to come. Teasing me had built him up to a frenzy.
His thrusts grew rougher and I lifted my ass from the ground, planting my feet. That made his cock slide deliciously over my insides, rubbing the perfect spot. He rutted me harder, gasping.
The cottage around us vanished and the trees returned. But I hardly saw them. I was panting, moaning, writhing at the tendrils of sensation his thumb was wringing from my clit. My entire core was alight as the head of his cock created intense sensations inside me. Tingles traveled up my backbone. I closed my eyes as the feeling grew in intensity. Bigger. Larger.
“Yes!” I screamed into the night. My orgasm was an orange flame. Wild and unpredictable and full of heat. It traveled up my spine into my head. The sensation was so intense I couldn’t breathe for a moment.
He kept his finger on me, drawing out the aftershocks until I had to smack his hand away because it was too much. I was seeing black spots.
I sank back down, and Quinn collapsed on top of me. He’d come. I hadn’t even noticed, I’d been so blinded by my own release.
We lay in contented silence for a minute in the dark. But gradually, the cold started to bite at me. So, we stood, casting small smiles at one another as he brushed leaves off the back of my shirt. I’d just reached down to grab another leaf when I saw a pair of eyes glowing in the woods.
I stiffened and Quinn whirled around to face the danger, swiping the image from my thoughts.
A wolf stepped out of the shadows. It was long and lean and grey. Its hair stood on end.
Quinn reached for the knife in his belt where it lay on forest floor, but I held out a hand to stop him.
