Page 24 of Rehabbing the Beast
Chapter Fifteen
Siobhan insisted thatSeth go down on one knee, which he was only too happy to do, but he grumbled a little, just to make it believable. She gave her permission and her blessing, and was ecstatic when they informed her that they intended to remain in Erehwon.
They made plans to meet in the village the next day to speak with the priest and set a date. In the meantime, since they were now officially betrothed, Siobhan had no further issue with chaperoning and sent them on their way, twittering about young love. Seth wasted no time in taking advantage of the opportunity before Quinn came to her senses and changed her mind.
They spoke little as Seth drove beyond the limits of Erehwon, each wrapped up in their own quiet anticipation of what was to come. It only took about an hour to find a decent hotel not too far from the interstate. After registering as “Mr. and Mrs. Seth O’Rourke”, they were provided with a comfortable, if not extravagant, suite.
“The bed and breakfast was just too visible,” he explained quietly once the bellman had been tipped and sent on his way. Dimming the lights to a soft glow, he stalked across the room with purpose and quiet grace. His beast, the one he tried so hard to hide, was close to the surface now, a predator seeking its prey. Not to harm, but to claim and be claimed in return.
“Definitely,” she breathed in agreement, but remained by the door.
“Everyone would see you coming up to my room,” he continued, using the words to simultaneously distract and ensnare.
Eyes wide, Quinn nodded in ready agreement, too excited to speak. It was the way of small, close-knit communities. Those that didn’t see with their own eyes would be fed a play-by-play, detailed account by those who had.
“That might be awkward. I can’t have anyone questioning the virtue of my bride-to-be, now, can I?”
Quinn hummed in agreement, her body visibly responding to him. The beast growled, not in warning, but in anticipation.
“Come here.”
She did as commanded, walking across the carpet slowly, wholly unaware of her seductive gait as she approached. The beast rose up within him, desperate to possess, to own, to claim, but Seth tethered it, refusing to cause her any pain. Both he and his beast were in complete agreement on that.
When she reached him, he placed his hands on her shoulders and lowered his head. “Quinn,” he breathed, brushing his lips tenderly over hers. “My sweet Quinn. Do you know how long I have dreamed of this?”
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HIS KISS DEEPENED.One hand cupped the back of her head while the other made its way down to the curve of her back, both pulled her closer against him. She caught his breath as her own; there was no mistaking the full, aroused length of him pressing into her belly. Her breasts grew heavy and full even as a slow burn began to build in her center, warming her, readying her for him.
“I want to go slow with you,” he whispered, breaking away only far enough that he could begin to unbutton her shirt. “But I don’t know that I can. I swear to you, Quinn, I will do my best not to hurt you.”
“I know,” she answered. And she did.
Together they undressed each other, taking turns learning each other’s secrets with their hands and mouths as each new area was bared. Seth was gentle and patient, guiding her, teaching her how to please and be pleased with her special affinity for touch. When nothing more remained between them, Seth lay her down on the bed and stretched out on his side beside her.
He took one breast in his mouth, plumping the other with his hand. It was so easy to lose herself in his touch. His large, calloused hands stroked over her with reverence, each stroke claiming her as his.
Once she was panting from his ardent attentions to her breasts, he slowly worked his hand down her belly to the patch of curls at her center. She lifted her hips in blatant demand, seduced beyond the point of modesty. Seth was and always had been the one, the only man who she trusted enough to give this gift.
He took a deep breath, his muscles tensed as if striving for control. “Fuck, Quinn, you’re so beautiful. So wet and ready for me.”
She hummed in agreement, relinquishing control, giving her soul the freedom to join with his as they joined their bodies. He petted her sex gently at first before sliding his fingers along her slick folds. She made sounds in the back of her throat, low sounds primal and needy in nature and meant to speak directly to the beast inside of him. With utmost care, he slipped one finger inside her while rubbing his thumb over her sensitive nub. She arched off the bed, his name on her lips, and he cursed.
“I’m not going to last long inside you,” he breathed in regret.
“I’d be disappointed if you did,” she told him truthfully.”
With care and skill, he worked a second finger inside her, stretching and soothing, scissoring and pleasuring, preparing her for him. He flicked gently at the thin membrane that marked her innocence, a brief sting of pain soon eased by his caring touch. He would be her first. Her last. The only man she wouldeverknow.
She writhed beneath him, begging him to make the ache go away. Heat burned in those incredible eyes, icy blue-white fire that soothed even as it branded her soul. She came at his command, crying out his name as she flew into the heavens.
Before she came down completely, he placed himself over her. The very tip of him nudged at her now slick, swollen entrance, still tingling with the aftereffects of her first orgasm. He held her tenderly in his arms and looked into her eyes, fiery, icy blue into soft gray.
He waited until he had her complete and undivided attention; until her soft cries quieted and she stared back at him. The love, the need, thewondershe saw in those beautiful eyes shot through her with the force of a lightning bolt, searing her forever. “I love you, Quinn.”
Before he finished speaking the words, he slid himself inside her, shattering the last of her innocence. Her eyes widened at the sudden, sharp pain as a small cry left her lips. He stilled, kissing her lips, her eyelids, her cheeks as he stroked her hair.
“Ssshhh, it won’t last long, I promise,” he whispered and she nodded with complete trust. The pain was already beginning to recede, replaced with a heavy, aching fullness that needed... something.
Quinn discovered what that something was when Seth began to move inside her. It felt so good that her eyes rolled back and she gave herself up to it completely. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he coaxed, his voice thick and husky with need. She did, and felt him penetrate her even deeper.
“Ah, fuck, Quinn,” he growled. “You are so fucking perfect. So fucking good. So fucking mine.”
Her nails dug into the skin of his back. “And you are mine, Seth O’Rourke. Now and forever.”
“Fuck yes, I am.” He thrust into her over and over again. “Come for me, Quinn. Come for me, baby.”
Her mind was long gone, lost in the bliss, but her body heeded his command with greedy obedience. She shattered around him, her sheath rippling and squeezing, pulling him deeper until she felt him at the entrance to her womb. With a final push, he exploded inside her, jet after jet of his hot essence shooting out of his pulsing cock. She came again, right on the back of the last one.
He collapsed beside her, pulling her over with him. With their bodies intimately joined and limbs entangled, they both drifted off to an exhausted sleep.
